Black And White

Hundred Fifty Three

Mitch nodded again, getting out of the car to stretch a little. When he started to walk over to the back of the car to grab his stuff, Scott was suddenly behind him with his arms around Mitch's waist. 

Mitch put his hands on Scott's arms immediately. "Well hello there."

Scott chuckled a little, turning his head a little to kiss a spot of Mitch's hair. "Hi. How are you, baby? Do you need food or coffee or anything?"

"Kinda wanna lay down for a bit. My back hurts. Coffee doesn't sound bad."

"Okay, then... I'll help you take our stuff up, and.. I can get us a room, and--"

"I already did."

"Did what?"

"This is my date, remember? I booked a room already. And I'm paying for it, so help me God if your wallet comes out of your pocket--"

"What? Cutie, hotel rooms are expensive. At least let me pay half or something?"

"Hell no. In fact, give me your wallet."

Scott handed it over, thinking Mitch might take money from it. "I have like, fifty dollars in cash. But my card is in there and the pin number is--"

Mitch spoke loudly over him. "No, no! I'm keeping this so you can't spend money. At all."

"But--"

"God, will you stop?" Mitch turned around quickly, and then kissed him once. "Not a cent. Except maybe to buy my coffee."

Scott pouted, and Mitch kissed him again. 

Mitch then pushed his shoulder a little. "Now, go on and grab your Queen's luggage. I'm not letting you spend money, but chivalry isn't dead."

Scott grinned a little, taking Mitch's hand in his own to press a kiss to his knuckles, before bowing down a little. "Yes, Your Highness."

*

Mitch showed the tickets to one of the security members, as another member searched his bag.

Scott kissed his cheek a few times, grinning wider than usual. 

Even as one of the security guards patted Mitch down, Scott couldn't even be jealous because he was too excited. 

He was walking a little too fast, but Mitch held onto his hand tightly, giggling a little. "Scottie, you're so cute."

Scott slowed down a little. "What? Why?"

"I rarely ever see you this excited for something."

"Sorry... This band is so, so good, and I hope you'll love them too."

"I mean... I've never really heard anything in this genre, but... I'm remaining open minded."

"Sure you have."

"Seriously? Scottie, when would I have decided to listen to something 'gothic rock'? I don't even know what that means."

"Let's just go with hard rock, so that you feel better about it."

Mitch sighed loudly. "Okay."

Scott found their seats near the front, and looked back at all the other rows of seats they'd passed. "Fuck, Mitch... These seats are so good. Are you sure I can't help you pay for any of it?"

"Nope." Mitch leaned up to kiss him once. "Sit down, and be grateful."

Scott grabbed him in a tight hug, grinning again. "I am so so grateful for you, and everything you do."

Mitch giggled, and then pushed him away lightly. "Good." As Scott moved to check which number their seats were, Mitch grabbed his arm again. "Hey, would it look cute if I tucked this shirt in? Or should I just let it hang the way it is?"

"You look adorable, I think. And if you want my honest opinion... I like it when you leave long shirts to hang super long."

"Okay, thank you. I love honest opinions."

Scott gestured to the seats on the very end of the middle section. "We're right here on the edge. Which seat do you want?"

"You take the one on the very end, and I'll take the other."

Scott nodded quickly, allowing Mitch to walk in first and take his seat. 

Scott hadn't really been thinking about it, but he kept noticing Mitch biting his nails a little, bouncing his leg, and squeezing Scott's hand. 

Scott finally noticed when the lights dimmed to start the show. "Babe, what's up? Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not. Just..." Mitch shook his head, and gestured toward the stage. There were quite a few rows in front of them, but Mitch could still see pretty well, and considering how tall Scott is, he could probably see just fine as well. "It's starting, honey."

"I know. But are you okay? Can I jump up and get you a drink or something?"

"No, I'm fine." Mitch leaned over to press a kiss to Scott's shoulder, meeting his eyes just as the band began their intro. "I promise."

Scott leaned over to steal the kiss, putting a hand on Mitch's jawline as he kissed him. "Good. Tell me if something changes."

And then he was fully captivated in the show, and Mitch couldn't help but look over at him every now and then because the smile never seemed to leave his face. 

People began to rush toward the front of the stage, to stand in a large huddle. Mitch knew he was going to regret it, but he elbowed Scott in the side. "Wanna go up there?"

"Can we?" Scott rushed out, turning to look at him with wide, excited eyes. 

Mitch smiled a little. "Of course we can."

Scott grinned even wider, gently pulling on Mitch's arm to pull him along too. "Thank you, thank you, thank--"

"Scottie, just go." Mitch responded with a giggle, holding Scott's hand tightly. 

"Okay, but if it's too much, or you get scared, or it's too loud--"

"Scott." Mitch snapped, before giggling again. "Let's go, dummy."

**