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The next morning was Saturday. When Mitch woke up in Scott's arms, he blushed furiously and tried to move away, but the sleeping Scott wouldn't have it. He whined loudly and pulled Mitch back in his arms, holding him protectively against his chest. Mitch blushed even more and hid his face in Scott's chest, but he soon peeked up at the blond and just stared. He wished more than anything that they could be together.
You never really know what it's like to have your heart broken until you're hopelessly in love with the one person you can't have. Mitch hadn't meant to fall in love with Scott, but he was just so blinded by his perfection that by the time he realized what was happening he was in too deep and now he couldn't get out. Mitch's heart totally, completely belonged to Scott. Every inch of Mitch was Scott's, and he hated that he had been touched by someone other than him. He could still feel that man's cold fingers along his skin. Mitch knew that if, somehow, for some reason, he ever got the courage to ask Scott out and, somehow, for some reason, he said yes, or Scott asked Mitch, he would give him everything he had. Heck, he already has. Mitch belonged to Scott, even though Scott would never belong to Mitch.
Mitch was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Scott slowly blink awake. The older boy smiled sleepily as he saw Mitch in his arms, but it turned into a small smirk as he saw the other boy was staring. "Mitchy?" Mitch jumped and his eyes abruptly focused, his cheeks flushing bright red as he realized he had been caught. "I'm- I'm sorry, I w-was just thinking and—"
Scott laughed, and Mitch died a little on the inside. "It's alright, Mitch. I'm kidding." Mitch breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing what he'd do if his love was mad at him. "I'm sorry..." he repeated quieter, looking down. Scott smiled and tilted Mitch's head up again, causing the younger boy's breathing to hitch and his heart rate to pick up about ten notches. "It's okay, Mitchy. I promise. You're nice to stare at too," he said, and Mitch blushed furiously, looking away. "No, I'm not."
Scott frowned. "Of course you are, Mitchy. You're beautiful."
Mitch blushed even more and subconsciously scratched at his wrists. "No, I'm not. I'm ugly."
Scott frowned even more and gently took Mitch's hands, kissing his fingers. "You're the opposite, honey."
"No. I'm fat and ugly and rude and disrespectful and stupid and selfish and an attention wh*re and a s—"
"No, darling. Please don't talk about yourself like that. You're absolutely perfect," Scott said gently, and Mitch's cheeks heated up yet again at the pet name. "I'm not," he whispered. "You are. You're the perfect one." Scott sighed and cupped Mitch's cheek, brushing his thumb over his skin. "I'm not perfect, honey." Mitch nodded, looking up at him. "Yes, you are. You're way more perfect than me. That's why—" He quickly cut himself off, his eyes wide with fear. Great. Scott frowned slightly, tilting his head. "Why what?" he asked curiously, but Mitch frantically shook his head. "N-Nothing. I- I shouldn't have said that."
"Why what, Mitchy?"
"N-Nothing, I swear. Nothing."
"Tell me."
"I'm in love with you." As soon as Mitch realized what he'd said, his eyes widened and his hands covered his mouth.
Scott stared for a long time, Mitch's words not fully registering. Tears filled Mitch's eyes when Scott didn't answer, his heart shattering all over again. He bit back a sob and got up, gathering his stuff. "I'm- I'm sorry, I'll go, I knew you couldn't love me," he whimpered, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks. Scott opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, then blurted, "Wait." Mitch sobbed, but stopped immediately, holding his books tightly against his chest in the hopes that they could protect him from Scott's wrath. "Please don't leave," Scott said quieter, his heart breaking for the poor boy in front of him. Mitch whimpered and tried to meet Scott's eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to look up. "Please come back, Mitchy. I- I know we only met a few days ago, but I've been thinking about you a lot recently and I really want you to be mine," Scott rushed out, but Mitch just laughed humorlessly, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. "I already am yours, Scott. Always have been, always will be. So congratulations, you have complete control over a worthless sl*t." Scott frowned and scrambled to stand. "Mitchy, you're not—"
"Yes, I am," Mitch said in a small voice, shrinking into himself. He turned his head away from Scott to hide his tears, though it was completely pointless. "No, baby. You're not worthless, or a sl*t. I promise. You're absolutely perfect. Every inch of you," Scott said, his voice gentle and kind. Mitch blushed deeply and shook his head once. "No." Scott nodded and inched closer to him, not wanting to scare him. "Yes, you are. You're gorgeous, and smart, and kind, and adorable, and perfect. I swear," he insisted. "No," Mitch whispered quieter, tensing briefly as Scott gingerly wrapped his arms around him in a hug but relaxing after a moment. "Yes, sweetheart. Perfect." Mitch closed his eyes against his tears and wordlessly rested his head against Scott's chest, letting out a shaky breath and stepping closer to him. "You're perfect," Scott repeated in a whisper, rubbing Mitch's back in a way he hoped to be comforting. Mitch sighed softly, his tears slowly stopping. "Are you going to make me leave?"
"Of course not, baby. Please stay."
"You mean you- you want me?"
"Yes. Who wouldn't? You're perfect."
"I'm not—"
"No. Don't, Mitch. You're perfect. No arguing, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." Then, a moment later, "Oh, God. I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Scott smiled slightly, brushing Mitch's hair out of his eyes. "No, it's okay. I kind of like it. Now, Mitchy, I have a question for you."
Mitch felt himself get nervous, but he hesitantly nodded. "O-Okay."
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
Mitch stared for a moment, not believing him. "W-Wait. You're joking, th-there's no way—"
"Please?"
"You- You really want me?"
"Of course I do, baby. Of course I do." Scott tilted Mitch's head up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "So will you? Will you be my boyfriend?"
Mitch couldn't restrain himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and pressed their lips together, his heart beating so loudly in his chest he thought for sure Scott could hear. Scott immediately kissed back, flattening his hands on Mitch's lower back and pulling him closer. Mitch gripped at Scott's collar and kissed him almost desperately.
When they finally pulled apart, it was only to breathe. Scott allowed five seconds for Mitch to catch his breath before he pressed their lips together again, backing him up against the wall. Mitch didn't even notice they'd started to move until he felt his back pressed up against the wall, but he didn't really care. All that mattered was Scott's lips against his.
Scott licked along Mitch's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. Mitch opened his mouth immediately, and Scott eagerly slipped his tongue in Mitch's mouth, taking Mitch's wrists and pinning them over his head. Mitch made a small noise into the kiss and allowed Scott to do whatever he liked.
When they pulled apart the second time, they stared at each other for a while, eyes bright and chests heaving. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that," Mitch murmured breathlessly, and Scott laughed softly, running his thumb over Mitch's bottom lip. "Now you can do it whenever you'd like." Mitch hesitantly smiled shyly, wrapping his arms around himself, and Scott grinned widely. "Oh my God, you're so beautiful when you smile. I mean, you're beautiful all the time, but please, please do it more," he said, and Mitch blushed, turning his head to hide it. "You're too nice to me." Scott smiled and tilted his head back, kissing his forehead and his nose. "Well, get used to it, sweetheart. You're going to be the most pampered boy in the entire world." Mitch smiled shyly again as Scott took his books from him and led him back to the bed, curling up in his arms.
"Hey, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy?" Then again, a moment later, "I'm s-sorry, I—"
"Relax, sweetheart. You can call me Daddy if you want. I just wanted to ask why you didn't want me to take you home yesterday..."
Mitch hesitated, opening his mouth to answer before he closed it again. "I..."
"It's okay, baby. You can tell me. I promise."
Mitch hesitated again before he hid his face in Scott's chest. "My momma hits me."
Scott frowned immediately and held Mitch tightly against his chest, his heart practically shattering. "Oh, baby... I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this kind of pain." Mitch whimpered quietly and buried his face in Scott's chest. "Please, I don't wanna go home. C-Can I stay here with you? F-Forever?"
"Of course you can, sweetheart. I'll protect you, I promise."
Mitch sighed shakily and pressed himself totally against Scott, hiding his face in his chest. "Thank you, Daddy. So much. You've saved my life s-so many times..."
"What do you mean, princess?"
"S-Sometimes, when I want to die more than usual, I just think of you and all the hurt goes away."
Scott frowned and held the back of Mitch's neck, running his fingers through the shorter hairs growing there. "I'm sorry I haven't been there to protect you for very long, but I promise you no one will hurt you anymore. I will protect you with my life. You're too sweet and innocent to be experiencing this." Mitch sobbed hoarsely and moved impossibly closer, burying himself in Scott. "I know you won't say it back, but I love you. With everything I have."
"I love you too."
And just like that, Mitch felt his heart mend completely.