the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

garden pt. 2

well i'm going to try to stop censoring them oooo scandalous

i've gotten worse at being mean???

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Mitch woke up in the middle of the night because he was cold. The first thing he noticed was the lack of weight on his chest, where Scott should've been curled up. A frown formed on his lips and he sat up, straining his eyes to see in the dark. "Kitten?" he said softly, but it resounded in the quiet of the night.

Silence answered.

Mitch frowned more and looked around, searching for the pure angel that was Scott Hoying. "Scotty?" He carefully got out of bed and clicked on the light, then glanced around the room again. It took him only a second before he saw the blond, crammed in the corner with tears flowing down his cheeks. His heart broke for the boy and he hurriedly rushed to his side, falling to his knees before him. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked gently, reaching out to cup his cheeks and brushing away his tears. Scott sniffled and nuzzled against him, but his tears only fell faster. He didn't answer.

Mitch sat down and scooted closer to him, staring concernedly into his eyes. "Please talk to me..." he murmured, worry in his voice. Scott let out a shaky breath and crawled into his lap, pressing himself against the other boy. Mitch frowned and wrapped his arms around him, massaging the back of his neck. "I had a nightmare," Scott whispered barely audibly. "Aw, baby, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Mitch fretted, pulling back slightly so he could scan Scott for injuries that he might have somehow contracted in his sleep. Scott blushed and shifted to try and cover his bare thighs, but he just silently shook his head. Mitch forced himself to relax, and he pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Okay, kitten. Do you need anything?" Scott shook his head again, moving closer. "Only you," he whispered.

Mitch held him for a while. They didn't get up off the floor, simply staying against the wall. Mitch leaned his head back and closed his eyes, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the smooth skin of Scott's thighs. Scott shivered at his touch, but he couldn't help but open his legs a bit more so Mitch had better access.

"Hey, kitten?"

"Yeah?"

"How old are you? I know you're a sophomore, but I'm just curious..."

"I'm sixteen," Scott whispered shyly, pulling his sleeves over his hands.

Mitch smiled slightly and brought him closer, slipping his fingers just under the hem of Scott's sweatshirt so they rested on his stomach. "I'm eighteen. We're two years apart." Scott tensed slightly, but he soon relaxed, reassuring himself that Mitch would never hurt him. Mitch resumed his patterns on Scott's thighs with his other hand, and Scott's eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back against Mitch's shoulder. This new position gave Mitch the perfect view of Scott's neck, and it took everything he had to not begin to kiss it.

Scott sighed softly and pulled Mitch's arms tighter around his waist, craving his touch. Mitch was the only person he actually wanted to touch him, but Scott knew it would never happen. He had to savor what he got.

Eventually, Mitch found himself falling asleep, so he forced his eyes open and reluctantly untangled himself from Scott. The younger boy whined softly and blinked up at him, reaching for him. Mitch smiled sleepily and helped him up, padding over to the bed and flopping down on the pillows. Scott crawled in bed beside him and tucked himself under Mitch's arm, his head on his shoulder and his hand on his chest where he could feel his heartbeat. He allowed his eyes to close, and slowly, they fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.