Black And White

Hundred Eighty Three

Mitch was being as gentle as he could to clean the wound, hands trembling.

Scott's forehead was against Mitch's shoulder, as Mitch knelt beside him on the bed.

Mitch frowned suddenly. "Baby, I need you to lay down."

Scott pouted, not wanting to move. "But I'm comfy..."

"I'm sorry, baby.. Your little tummy has to flatten out more so I can do this."

Scott obeyed and laid himself down. "Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, honey."

Scott pouted, looking over at him. "Is it flat enough now..?"

"Yeah, it's..." Mitch peeked up at him. "Baby, your stomach is flat. It just does a cute little thing when you slouch."

Scott smiled a little, and continued to stare at him.

"Does it hurt at all?"

"No."

Mitch nodded, and then held a hand out. "Give me your hand, babe. I need you to stand up."

Scott allowed Mitch to manhandle him a little, acting almost boneless.

"Now put both hands on the back of your head so they're out of my way.

Scott did so, just watching Mitch curiously.

Mitch couldn't help but walk around Scott in a small circle, loving how well this position showed off his tattoos.

"What are you doing, Mitchie?"

"Just looking."

"At what, though?"

Mitch giggled, deciding to be a little sexual, hoping it would cheer Scott up. "You and your sexy body. All your sexy tattoos, and your beautiful muscles and--"

"You're gross."

"No I'm not. I'm being honest."

"You're enjoying this too much."

"I just feel like I don't appreciate your body enough." Mitch responded, starting to wrap the gauze around Scott's midsection.

"Oh... You don't have to worry about that."

"Don't even start with that." Mitch mumbled, staring at the bandage he was working on.

"Sorry... I'm just hungry is all..."

*

Scott remained shirtless the rest of the day, simply because Mitch asked him too.

Alex tried to rush his cooking, handing the first place he made out to Scott. "Let me know if it needs salt or--"

Mitch's hand was on Scott's back, sitting beside him at the table. "I'm sure it's perfect, Allie."

Scott didn't hesitate in eating it, as Alex hurried back to the kitchen.

Alex passed more plates out, and then went back to the kitchen again.

Avi stood from the table, suddenly realising that he should be helping. He hurried into the kitchen, and took everything out of Alex's hands. "Let me help you."

Alex turned to grab silverware. "Thanks, Handsome."

When Alex finally sat down, Scott was the first to speak. "I'm so sorry, I know it's rude to eat before you guys get here but I'm so fucking--"

Alex smiled, waving him off. "Don't apologize. I completely understand."

Mitch rubbed Scott's back a little more, watching him eat. He leaned over to kiss the top of Scott's ear, brushing Scott's hair with his fingers.