Black And White

Hundred Ninety One

(A/N)

No more cliffhangers. No more waiting. Everyone take a damn seat. Mama's about to bless you ;)

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Scott ran outside, eyes still as wide as they'd been when he descended the stairs. 

Kirstie opened the black bag to shove the red cups into it, and she glanced back at Scott walking toward them in a hurry. 

Kevin gave him a smile. "Glad to see you're not horizontal anymore! How are you feel--?"

Scott reached out to grab Mitch by the arm, turning him around with a very rough pull on his upper arm. 

Mitch almost pulled out of his grip, but changed his mind. "Babe, what--?"

Scott kissed him roughly, arms around Mitch's waist so tight that Mitch was pressed flat against him. 

Mitch leaned away after a moment. "Scott, what the Hell is--?"

"I want you to know that I love you."

"I know that, Scott." Mitch tried to push on his shoulders to get even a centimeter of space between them, but Scott wasn't budging. "Baby, are you feeling better? You're acting--?"

"Shh, just hang on." Scott stared into his eyes for a second, with an expression that Mitch read as 'just in case I never see you again.' Scott then used the same tight grip to hold Mitch in an extremely firm hug.

Mitch allowed it for as long as he could hold his breath, and then tried to push away again. "Scott, please--"

Scott then jumped back, almost abruptly, and took a few deep breaths. "Okay, so... So I gotta tell you something."

Mitch's eyes were wide. "Honey... You're scaring me..."

"Nothing. Just... Listen to me."

Mitch took a small step forward. "Sweetie, if this is about the testing... I know how you are, and.. And I'll test again, if you're that worried about catching a--"

"Stop. That's not what this is about. You're clean, I'm clean..." Scott couldn't help but smile a little. "Besides... I'm the only one you've ever been with, so."

Mitch grabbed Scott's hand to squeeze once. "Please, Scott... What's going on?"

Scott brought Mitch's hand to his lips to kiss once, and then he let go. He took another deep breath, and then sunk down onto one knee, pulling the box out of hiding to rest on his palm.

Mitch remembers vaguely seeing Avi and Alex come rushing out of the house to watch, while Kirstie gasped somewhere off to the side of him, and Kevin smiled at him. Alex suddenly ran back inside the house for some reason.

Mitch's hands immediately flew to his mouth, and tears sprung to his eyes. "Scott--"

"Mitchell Grassi..."

Mitch couldn't help but burst into tears, and he almost fell forward onto Scott. 

"You were the sunshine that brought me out of a really tough spot in my life. And... Ever since then, I've been trying to be the sunshine in your life too. And... In doing so, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the... The cute little nerd that I watched a group of bullies try to beat up the first day I met him."

Mitch shook his head wildly, and the tears fell faster. 

"And then when I started dating that nerd, he made me work for every second of his affection. He made me work hard to be good enough, because he deserved better. And I want to work exactly as hard, every single day of my life, to give you the world that you truly deserve."

Alex ran back out of the house, only to sneak over to Kevin and put Scott's camera in his hands. 

Scott shook his head slowly, eyes never leaving Mitch's. "Babe, you know I'm no good at being sentimental... But... I love you so much. And when I think of the future... You're all I see. And... Maybe I'm rushing this, y'know? Maybe we are too young. But... But I can't help but try. Because I need you, Mitch. And the thought of being away from you makes my entire body hurt. Like... Like my muscles will stop working, and my organs will shut down, and... And... I don't think I can survive without you."

Kevin lowered the camera from his face at the intense scene of Mitch falling onto his knees in front of Scott, tears falling down his face as he tried to gasp for air in a quiet enough way so he could hear Scott talking. 

Scott felt tears of his own, but he tried to concentrate. "Mitch, I love you so much... Will you marry me?"

Mitch just nodded quickly, leaning forward to hug Scott as tight as he could, now both on their knees beside Kevin's pool. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes--"

"And I talked to your dad, I promise. And... And we don't have to get married right away, we can be fiancé's for as long as you need to be ready to be--"

"I'll marry you, Scott. I love you so fucking much." 

Scott leaned away only for enough time to slip the ring onto Mitch's finger. "I know it's so annoyingly extra, but I love you so much and Kirstie thought it was gorgeous and your mom said you'd love it, and for some reason when I looked at it, I knew it was almost beautiful enough to compete with you but not quite and--"

"I love it, Scott..." Mitch sniffled a little, and then began to sob loudly as he grabbed Scott in a hug again. 

Scott hugged him too. "I... I thought you didn't want--"

"I never said I didn't want to marry you. I just thought it was too early, but... But... It's never to early to be in love. And I'm sorry for hurting you so badly yesterday..."

Scott shook his head and continued to hug him. "I don't even care... It doesn't even-- It doesn't matter."

Mitch leaned back to look at Scott's face, only to see Scott crying too. He smiled a little. "Oh, honey, you're crying..."

Scott wiped his eyes and tried to hide his face. "Don't bring attention to it."

Mitch leaned forward to kiss him, before wiping at Scott's cheeks. "It's okay to cry, baby..." He put his hands on both of Scott's scruff-covered cheeks. "And I love you so much, honey... I love you so so fucking much..."

They took time to stare into each other's eyes, in a sickly romantic way. Until Kirstie spoke up suddenly. "Wait, Mitch's Dad agreed to this?" And then she spoke up even louder. "Oh shit, you better tell Nel that you're not actually Alex's brother. Unless you wanna be Scott and Mitch Kirk."

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Scott shoved Mitch into the upstairs guest room, slamming and locking the door behind him. "Gotta be quiet. Gotta be quick. Think you can handle it?"

Mitch rolled his eyes, pushing Scott into the door. "Shut up, blondie. Just take your fucking pants off."

"Excuse me, birthday boy. Who said you were in charge?"

"I did."

"Well guess what, you little twink? I'm the one callin' the shots. And I say..." Scott grabbed Mitch by his belt loops, only to yank his pants down to his knees. "You're mine tonight."

Mitch fell into him a little, mouth dropping open. "Holy--"

Scott then shoved one large hand into Mitch's underwear, before smirking and meeting Mitch's eyes. "There's my boy."

Mitch grabbed onto Scott's shoulders to keep himself steady, eyes slipping shut. "Fucking--"

"Quiet down, Gorgeous. Spread those legs for me."

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(A/N)

Sooooooo SMUT?

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