Black And White

Hundred And Two

Mitch giggled again. "Then pee, babe. Nobody's stoppin' you."

"Oh." Alex crawled off of the bed, and slowly headed toward the bathroom. Avi bumped into him on the way there. 

Avi smiled a little. "Hey, you drunkard. How's the morning treating you?"

"Like shit." Alex muttered, heading for the bathroom. 

Avi saw his line of focus, and frowned. "Oh fuck, are you gonna be sick?"

"No." He reconsidered that. "Oh... Maybe... I don't know."

"Let me help you, then." Avi put a hand on his back to lead him to the bathroom. 

Alex shook his head a little. "Gotta pee. Then you can do whatever."

"I'll turn around. I don't want you to puke all over the place."

"That's embarrassing."

"Not as embarrassing as what you said to me yesterday."

Unfortunately, Alex wasn't drunk enough to have forgotten how humiliated he'd been. "We don't need to talk about that."

"I mean, I'll gladly accept your offer when you're sober. But I didn't wanna take advantage--"

"Yeah, like you're such a saint." Alex shook Avi's hand off of him. "I'll leave the door open. Let me pee in peace."

"Woah, Alex I was kidding. Don't be embarrassed about it."

"Don't care. Needa pee."

Avi exhaled loudly, but turned around when Alex closed the door. "Good one, Kaplan. Call him out on his own humiliation before he's even fully awake."

Scott chuckled from across the room. "You're not so good at this 'boyfriend' stuff, are you?"

"I'm not his boyfriend."

"But you'd like to be."

Avi didn't have an answer for that.

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Mitch actually did fall asleep in Scott's arms, so Alex and Avi proceeded into the kitchen to make a really late breakfast for all of them.

Scott's leg was going numb, from where it was bent on the bed, but he was afraid to wake Mitch up so he didn't say anything. He kept his arms around Mitch's stomach, gently rocking him back and forth as he slept.

Mitch woke up a few minutes later though, as he hadn't really fallen asleep as much as he'd been so comfortable he couldn't bear to move. 

Scott kissed the side of his head when Mitch started moving again, Mitch groaning lightly.

Mitch gently pushed Scott's arms away from him. "Hey..."

Scott moved as far out of his way as Mitch wanted. "Hi, babe. How are you feeling?"

"I mean... Shitty. But I'm glad I'm here instead of home."

"Oh.. Right. I told your mom you weren't feeling very good, and that I'd bring you home when you felt alright enough to get out of bed. If that's okay?"

Mitch leaned into Scott again. "You... When did you talk to my mom?"

"She called a little bit ago to check on you... I didn't wanna bother you, so I answered." He paused a second. "I hope that isn't crossing any lines..? I'm sorry if... I made you uncomfortable, or?"

"No, it's okay. I was just asking."

"Are you sure? I shouldn't have touched your phone, that's totally rude of me, I--"

"Will you stop? It's okay, baby. You let me snoop through your phone all the time. Not a big deal."

"But if one of your parents called, you sure as Hell wouldn't want me answering it."

"But that's different."

"I guess... It doesn't even matter. Sorry." Mitch exhaled loudly. "My parents are definitely gonna know I'm hungover... I'm fucked."

"I mean only if you want to be."

Mitch slowly looked over at him. "I haven't even had breakfast yet, and you want to make gross jokes like that?"

"It's not gross. I think it's sexy as Hell."

"You find yourself sexy?"

"I mean... Look at me." Scott chuckled though, so Mitch would know he was only kidding. 

Mitch grinned a little, reaching up to pat Scott's cheek a few times with his hand. "You have a good point. Even though I know my headache would probably get four hundred times worse, I'd be down."

Scott chuckled a little. "I'm just kidding, baby. I wouldn't do that."

"Yes you would." 

"Only if you wanted me to." 

Mitch reached back to put a hand on Scott's thigh. "I know. You're so cute... Always lookin' to make me happy."

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