Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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He sighed and let his arm fall to his side, looking back at Scott again and turned himself around in Scott's arms, facing him.

Mitch snuggled into Scott's chest, sighing in contentment.

Apparently, Scott felt him move, waking up to see if Mitch was okay.

"Are you okay, mein Liebling."

Mitch blushed, "Yes, I am fine, sweet boy. And if you don't stop with those beautiful German nicknames, I might just start calling you Italian nicknames."

"Be my guest, kliene Mädchens."

Mitch groaned and rolled his eyes, slipping out of Scott's arms, making Scott frown and reach back out for him, almost in a childlike way.

Mitch looked over his shoulder as he grabbed his phone, smiling at his boy, "You're so gorgeous in the mornings." He commented.

Scott tilted his head and smiled at him, "Why thank you. And you look impeccable, cutie."

Mitch giggled, "Thank you. I'm gonna go see if Michael will make some breakfast, what would you like?"

"Some eggs and bacon would do me just fine."

"Alright," Mitch said, then leaned down to plant a kiss on Scott's lips, "I'll be back."

Mitch walked out of the room, Scott slipping out of the sheets and grabbed a basic Dr. Pepper shirt, slipping it on.

Scott walked out of the room, down the hallway, taking a right and down another small hallway, walking into the kitchen.

Mitch finished talking to Michael, smiling at him, then Michael walked off into the back kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Mitch caught Scott out of the corner of his eye, turning towards him and pouting.

Scott looked up at him from his phone, chuckling, "What's with the cute pout, mein schatz?" Scott asked, walking up to Mitch.

Mitch pouted even more, putting his hands on Scott's chest, "I was gonna make you breakfast and bring it to you."

Scott smiled down at him, "It's okay, I'd rather be out here, sitting down and eating breakfast with my beautiful wife-to-be."

Mitch smiled a little, blushing and looking down, "Okay," he whispered.

Scott chuckled at him and kissed the top of his head.

Mitch pulled away, pecking Scott's lips, "Let's watch TV while we wait?"

"Sure, princess."

They walked over to the couch, Scott sitting down first and Mitch plopping down in Scott's lap, his butt on Scott's left thigh and his thighs on Scott's right thigh, his knees bent and the remote in his hand.

Mitch turned on the TV, one of his black and white shows coming on. Mitch leaned into Scott, laying his temple on Scott's chest.

Scott played with the hairs on Mitch's head, making Mitch smile a little and nuzzle his head into Scott's touch.

Scott chuckled a little, turning his attention to the screen.