Mitch pressed his back into the wall as he watched Scott fly into action, his mind reeling. It had been horrible at first to watch his best friend lunge toward monsters with guns to hit them with bare fists, but he was mostly used to the sight now. Scott was a dark blur of motion, only white hands and pale hair visible in the dim hall. If Mitch really focused, he could see the way Scott would step into the attack and use his long reach to disarm the goons as they ran forward. Using their own momentum, he would heave them to the ground, leap over them, and rush the next grunt. If Mitch really focused, he could catch the subtlety with which Scott incapacitated six men in less than two minutes and had rounded up their fallen guns in another minute. Mitch wished he could focus on these things, but his head was too full of their last conversation.
Scott had been a fixture in his life for years now as a friend, a classmate, a roommate, and now as a partner in crime. They had saved one another over and over, and Mitch couldn't imagine there being even the slightest barrier between them. He thought of them as one being split into two bodies. But that was plainly untrue. There was a part of Scott that was still physically attracted to at least one woman, which is something that Mitch couldn't have predicted and would never have imagined Scott would conceal.
The idea that there was a secret between them rocked Mitch to the core, but as he accepted this, red flags began to spring up everywhere. The fact that Scott was gay was something assumed. No one spoke of it, so Scott never spoke of it. He had no tearful coming out story becuase, Mitch realized in numb horror, Scott had never really come out. If a young man acts and dresses and behaves a certain way, lives with a gay man, and hangs out almost exclusively with other gays...well of course the assumption was made. And Scott had been with men, Mitch knew. So why would he have ever questioned it?
Something like fury boiled up in him as he closed his eyes, hearing nothing but Scott's fists as he took on another quartet of guards that had burst through a door further down the hall. Mitch felt lied to, betrayed, and very alone on this dangerous mission. He was only keeping his pretty face un-punched because of Scott, and Scott couldn't be trusted.
But he felt a wire of heat stab through him at that thought. Of course he could trust Scott. They were best friends, more than that. Mitch could remember harboring a huge crush for the taller boy back when they were in school together. He had seemed so out of his league, and yet now they were inseparable. No, there had to be a better explanation for why Scott had kept quiet all this time about his feelings about girls, and Mitch was suddenly afraid he knew what it was. Who wouldn't want to avoid the sort of judgment he was feeling?
When the last guard was down, the hall was abruptly quiet except for Scott's ragged breathing. Mitch watched on as his friend shook out his swelling knuckles and stretched his neck and shoulders. Even through the hoodie, his muscles stood out and Mitch felt the weird fluttering in his stomach that he had come to associate with Scott. The boy was hot. And for the most part he had no clue, which made him even hotter. He turned and jerked his head for Mitch to follow him, putting a hand gingerly to the weak flow of blood from one nostril. He hadn't met Mitch's eyes, and the fluttering in his stomach soon hardened into a boulder.
Scott hadn't opened up to him because he was afraid of how Mitch would react. The thought sent his mind into a spiral of self-loathing. How long had he kept his own secrets? Too long, especially when you considered how badly it had hurt Kirstie. So how could he judge Scott so harshly now? He reached out a hand to touch his friend's back, but Scott whirled around first.
"I'm jealous of Jeff," he blurted. "And you'll have to hack us through this door." Moving aside, he gestured at a keypad entry to the doorway, and Mitch began rummaging in his bag for a device to crack the code. Once it was connected and code began scrolling across the tiny screen, Mitch simply had to look at Scott again.

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Captives: A Marble and BlackStar Adventure
FanfictionNot exactly the standard Scomiche fanfic...but I still hope you'll hang in there and read it. A prologue and then 3 very long parts, cuz I'm not good at short chapters. Just a silly little idea that came to me, and might potentially have some spin...