"Scott, you gotta relax."
Scott squeezed his eyes shut as tight as possible. "I'm trying so hard, I promise. But it's--" He flinched away again. "--So fucking cold."
Mitch only giggled, shaking the can of whipped cream again. "Sorry. It'll be worth it I promise."
Scott's arms were splayed out on his bed, laying down in almost the same position he'd been standing in when Mitch was counting something on his back.
Scott had a pillow under his chin, while Mitch sat on his hips to continue drawing whatever on Scott's back.
Scott's jeans were still on, though he kind of wished they weren't. "Babe, please remember you have to go home tonight. I can't keep you forever."
"Oh hush. You're just being impatient."
Scott paused a second, and then spoke up. "Mitchell Grassi, if you're drawing a dick on my back I will flip you over and--"
Mitch giggled again. "I'm not! I swear! I'm almost done."
Scott waited patiently for him to finish, and then watched Mitch lean over him to look at his face.
Mitch held the bottle of whipped cream up, just to put a little in Scott's mouth, and then lean down a little to kiss him.
Mitch pulled away suddenly, tossing the can up by Scott's head. He began at the center of Scott's back, letting his tongue drag across.
"Mitch." Scott warned. Mitch had to know what doing all this was gonna do to Scott.
Mitch had to know how fucking sore he'd be in the morning if he kept this up.
Mitch then ran his tongue all over Scott's back, as if he were connecting the dots to something. "God, your back is so muscular."
"Thanks." Scott muttered.
Mitch then traced Scott's shoulder, and down his upper arm. "These are my favorite."
Scott ended up clenching his hands into fists, in an effort to slow his breathing a little.
Mitch carried on moving down one of Scott's arms, bringing each spot of whipped cream into his mouth slowly.
Scott suddenly grumbled something at him, but Mitch didn't hear him.
Mitch moved up a little, staring at the back of his head. "What's that, Scottie?"
"I said we should've done this a long time ago."
Mitch giggled, and leaned back a little to stare at Scott's back. "I feel like something's missing."
"Like a ring on your finger?"
*
The next day, Alex told Mitch during math class that he had a game after school.
However, their math class was at the end of the day so the plan was about as last minute as last minute could get.
Mitch's immediate first question was something about Avi. "I'm gonna invite Scottie, which indirectly kind of means Avi too. Is that okay?"
Alex only shrugged, eyes on his worksheet. "Yeah, whatever. Doesn't matter to me."
"Can Scott and I wear your uniform again?"
Alex grinned a little, glancing over. "If you want to. After school if you wanna come with me to get my bag out of my car, we can grab them."
"Cool!" Mitch grinned happily, circling an answer on his paper. "Also, did you get that the variable equals four?"
Alex looked down for a moment. "Yep."
"Awesome. Wanna start on the homework then?"
"Sure."
As Mitch pulled it out of his binder, he heard a familiar voice in the back of the classroom talking to his teacher.
The class was loud, as people were working together on their assignment, but of course Mitch wouldn't mistake that voice.
"It'll only take a second, I'm so sorry for bugging you." Scott rushed over to Mitch, kneeling beside him. "Hey babe."
Mitch stared at him for a second. "What the..? Scott, what are you doing here?"
Scott glanced around the classroom, and then reached up to set a small milkshake on Mitch's desk. "Brought you this."
Mitch stared at it. "Scott, I am so confused right now."
"Teacher offered extra credit to anyone who could go get him a burger and I couldn't help but get you something too."
Alex suddenly 'aww'ed, smiling at Scott too. "Goddamn, you're a keeper."
Mitch turned to look at Scott again. "Babe, you didn't have to do that."
"I know, but... Why not?" Scott stood enough to kiss the side of Mitch's head quickly. "Sorry for interrupting your class, Cutie. Love you."
Mitch grabbed his wrist before he could scurry off. "I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but just... You just took me by surprise, that's all."
Scott just smiled, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. "I get it, babe. See you after school?"
"Yeah-- Oh! Alex has a game after school. Can we go?"
"Yeah, sure. But we gotta go home and get your pill first."
"I know." Mitch shook his head a few times. "You're so mindful of it."
"Just lookin' out for you, babe." Scott replied, winking and then rushing back out the door.
Mitch took a sip of his milkshake and then giggled. "Bless him."
Alex grinned. "He's so wonderful to you. You deserve someone like that."
"Aw, thanks."
A girl leaned over in her seat to tap Mitch's arm. "That's your boyfriend?"
Mitch's eyes widened a little as if he'd been caught, and he hesitated for a second. It'd been a while since he'd told someone, especially without Scott standing beside him as he did so. "Uh... Yeah. He is."
Her mouth dropped open a little, as she turned to her friend beside her. "He said yes! Where the Hell can I find one like that?"
Alex turned back to his paper, and chuckled a little. "Sorry ladies. He's a one of a kind."
Mitch grinned at that, nodding a little. "You're not wrong..."
He barely heard the girls continue talking. "So unfair that all the best ones are gay. That kid looks like a hot college student! Not to mention how cute Alex is!"
Alex glanced over at them, only slightly uncomfortable with how loudly they were talking. "Um.."
Mitch only patted his shoulder once. "Get used to it. You guys are babes."
"I'm not sure I know what that means."
"It means that you're so cute, you could ask anyone in here to go out with you and they'd say yes, regardless of their gender or if they've ever seen you before in their lives."
"Really?"
"Mhmm. Well... Anyone except me. I'm engaged."
Alex practically fell out of his seat. "You-- What?!"
Mitch grabbed his arm. "I'm kidding! I'm--"
"I knew it! I fucking knew it! Where's the ring?! It probably costs more than my entire life savings!"
"Alex, calm down!" Mitch laughed for a few seconds. "I'm just joking! I swear."
Alex squinted at him a little. "I don't think I believe you."
"No, I swear. I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"
"Yeah.. I guess that's true. Fine."
Mitch even held up his left hand to prove it. "See? No ring."
Alex pointed his pencil at Mitch matter-of-factly. "Not yet."
**