Black And White

Hundred Twenty Five

Scott was planning on just sitting on the bed with him, having this horrible talk and then getting slapped in the face for being an asshole to the one good thing in his life. 

But Mitch decided to climb onto him, and sit on top of his hips, smiling down at him with that damn smile that made Scott's heart melt.

Mitch then held both of his hands. "Okay. Tell me what's going on."

"Mitch, it's not... Maybe you should just sit next to me."

Mitch didn't move, but he squinted a little. "Something you think is gonna upset me, huh?"

"Yeah. Just let me get it out."

Mitch squeezed his hands in anticipation. "Please do."

Scott took a deep breath, and looked down at their hands as he spoke. He wouldn't be able to do it if he was looking into Mitch's disappointed and hurt eyes. "So, uh... Last night? When we all went out... Y'know? Um. I... May have kind of sort of let a few boys take a few body shots off of me..."

Mitch tilted his head a little, letting go of Scott's right hand to reach out and lift his chin so their eyes could meet. "What? Say that again?" He didn't sound angry, though he was definitely demanding.

"I'm sorry, Mitch... I hate to be irresponsible and blame it all on alcohol, but.. I can promise you, nothing less than that would ever convince me to--"

"Don't give me excuses. Just tell me what happened. Why did you do that?"

He still didn't sound angry, just hurt. And that made it worse. Scott could handle if Mitch wanted to smack him or punch him or kick him between the legs, because at least he'd feel like they were even, and that it was all gonna be okay. 

But Mitch being upset just makes him feel like an asshole. Like... He's failed to protect the boy he'd promised to look after. 

"Mitchie, I'm sorry..."

"Don't call me that. Just... Scott, please. Just tell me what happened..."

"I don't really remember, honestly... But I remember seeing all the shot glasses lined up, and... Alex pulling me away from the boys, and... All the bruises on my arms from how rough they were all being. But I promise I didn't kiss anybody, and I didn't touch anyone, apart from putting my arm behind some girl but obviously that didn't matter to me and--"

"I know you missed me, Scott but you didn't have to go and... And fuck around like that." Mitch said softly, removing his hand from Scott's chin. 

"I'm sorry, baby. I really, really am. If you want to punch me, please do. Or... Or smack me, or kick me, or--"

"You know I wouldn't do that. I... I know you're an affectionate drunk, and... That's not really your fault. I'm glad you didn't kiss anybody, and.. I know you'd never do anything sexual, or..." Mitch suddenly looked away, chuckling a little to himself, though it didn't sound like his usual laugh. 

"Mitch..?"

"No, it's... I'm not laughing at you. Just... I can't believe, even after you confess this to me... I still can't convince myself that you'd be capable of cheating. And you didn't, right? So maybe this isn't a big deal."

Scott stared up at him for a few seconds, and then he sat up a little to grab Mitch in a hug and pull him down to lay on top of Scott's body. "God, I don't deserve you. You're the only sunshine I've ever known, and you're so fucking perfect..."

"I know, I know, I'm the best." Mitch giggled, hugging him back. 

"I promise, I'll make this up to you. I'll do anything, absolutely anything."