Scott had changed into baggy sweatpants, and one of his largest sweatshirts.
One would assume it's because he was cold, but Mitch knew that it was so he could hide.
Showing Mitch all of his pictures, was showing a personal side of him; One that Scott guards with his toughest persona.
Mitch stood directly beside him after he'd gotten some clothes on. "We have a little over an hour before we need to leave. But I assume you take like twenty minutes to get ready, so.."
Scott nodded, glancing at the bed where he'd lined up all of his pictures.
Mitch quickly followed his eyes. "Oh wow!" There were a little over twenty pictures in front of him. "Scott, are you kidding me? These are all so good."
Scott didn't respond, staring at all of his work, over criticizing them in his head so that if Mitch said anything bad about them, he wouldn't be hurt or surprised.
"Scott, are you listening to me?" Mitch reached down to pick one up, but stopped. "Can I touch them..?"
"Sure."
Mitch tried to be as careful as he could, picking up a picture of Alex doing something soccer-like. "This is so cool. Has Alex seen this?"
"Yeah... I made two copies, and gave one to him. He needed it for some scholarship thing."
Mitch set that down, and then grabbed one of Avi laughing about something with a half eaten burger in his hand. It was obvious that Scott was sitting directly across from him at the time, and Mitch could just barely make out the silhouette of Scott's blonde hair in the reflection of the shiny table.
Scott awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, watching Mitch's face as he looked at the picture.
"This is so cute... Aw, Scott..." Mitch set that down and grabbed another. He tilted his head a little. "Who's this? Is this your mom?"
Scott nodded once. "Yeah... That's her..."
"She looks just like you, Scottie..."
"I guess... I just figure... So many people walk away from me, and... I guess I'm just selfishly wanting to keep a piece of them, even if they forget about me."
Mitch turned a little, setting the picture down and facing Scott. "That's... The saddest thing I've ever heard." He held his arms up a little, unable to resist how cuddly Scott looked. "Hug me."
Scott quickly hugged him, as gently as he could. "Sorry... Didn't mean to upset you."
"No, it's not that I'm upset, just... You're such a beautiful person. Inside and out."
"Thanks... I guess."
Mitch moved back, keeping his arms around Scott's torso as he looked back over at the pictures again. "I really like that one of Avi. And... The one of Alex and I."
"Ooh... That second one isn't as good because I took it with my phone..."
"I think it's still wonderful."
"Well.. I guess the good news is... Since you know about it now... Maybe you can model for me sometime?"
Mitch gasped a little, a wide grin on his face. "I would love that!"
Scott somehow found his confidence, which he always seemed to do when he started getting mildly flirty. "Maybe you and I could go out and buy you something cute, and maybe a little naughty and--"
"Wait, woah. Slow down, you sex-crazed beast. When did this cute, little insecure but aesthetic and artistic thing turn into your own personal porn collection?"
"Since you agreed to model for me."
"Do you have pictures of other people like that? Where is your actual porn collection?"
"Porn? That's such a waste. Why would I waste my time on anything less than you?"
Mitch tried to keep his smile to himself, but failed and grinned widely. "Awww."
Scott smiled down at him. "I'm a smooth talker, I know."
"Lucky me. So you don't have a porn collection then?"
"Why do you keep asking me that? What do you think I do in my free time?"
Mitch giggled a little. "I'm not accusing you of anything. I just... Wanted to see what you're into. If I found something kinky, then I'd know."
"Mitchie, the only thing I'm into is you. My kink, is making sure you're happy. If you ever had something you wanted to explore, I'd be totally into it. But that's as far as my kinkiness goes."
*
After Scott had gotten ready, he walked into the kitchen to see Mitch pushing pieces of toast onto two different plates, which he'd also filled with other breakfast foods.
Mitch glanced at him. "I hope you don't mind, but... I just figured you'd be feeling like shit."
Scott walked over to kiss him once, before taking his seat at the table. "This is very domestic. I don't mind at all, and... For the record, I don't feel that bad. Though... I am starving."
Mitch giggled, sitting down for less than a second before he jumped up again. "Do you want butter for your toast? And maybe some apple juice or something?"
Scott stood up as well. "Grab butter. And I'll get us some juice, okay?"
Mitch grinned at him as he went to do so. "One for me too?"
"Of course. Do you want OJ or milk or something else?"
"No, no, whatever you're getting."
Scott nodded once, smiling at him. "No problem. Thanks for cooking this, baby. Was sweet of you. We still have time to eat, I think. I tried not to take too long to get ready."
"I think... Twenty minutes or so."
"Oh good." Scott mumbled, carrying the two glasses of juice over to the table. He watched Mitch spread a small amount of butter across both pieces of toast.
Mitch glanced over at him. "Is that good? Do you want more?"
"No, no. Thank you, though. Let's sit and eat okay?"
Mitch nodded, setting the butter down on the table in case Scott changed his mind.
Scott watched Mitch take a few bites of his food, and smiled. "I'm really grateful for this right now... By the way. My head kind of hurts, and... I was way too drunk yesterday, but... You dropped everything to come visit me, and... That means the world."
"I know. You told me yesterday, in your cute drunk state."
"You keep saying that. Do you like me better drunk or something?"
"Well drunk Scott stared at my bare ass for almost a full two minutes. I wasn't even sure if you were blinking or breathing or anything."
"No, I definitely remember that part. You'd never let me do that while I'm sober."
"Sure I would. Maybe not right now though."
Scott frowned, before shoving the piece of toast into his mouth.
"Okay, easy. We have time to chew."
"You know better than anyone that I'm a swallower. Sorry 'bout it."
Mitch practically threw his fork down. "Don't you dare make sex jokes at the table."
Scott chuckled a little. "So, what? At the table we turn into uneducated virgins?"
"Yep. I've never seen your dick, and you've never seen mine."
"Oh I--" Scott's face fell. "Oh fuck." He jumped up quickly. "Babe, where are your meds? I totally forgot about them, fuck, are you hurting?"
"Scottie, I took it already." Mitch rushed to say, offering a hand out to Scott. "Come sit back down."
"Are you sure? When did you take it? What time?"
"I'm sure, babe. Close to 6:30, I think?"
"So... You're okay? Do you want some ice or something?"
"I'm okay." Mitch squeezed his hand quickly. "I promise."
*