Mitch hurried to the bathroom the instant he woke up, and then jumped back onto the bed when he was done.
Scott groaned a little at how much the bed shifted, knowing Mitch woke him intentionally, rolling over to face him. "Did I do something evil to you in a dream or something?"
Mitch giggled. "No, but... I wanna spend time with you. So you need to wake up."
"Lame. You can spend as much time as you want in this bed, Mitchie." Scott emphasized it with a wink, and then turned over to face away from Mitch.
Mitch poked his shoulder. "Hey, don't go. Come back here."
Scott pulled the blanket up a little higher, and closed his eyes.
Mitch pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and then kissed his jaw a few times, but Scott didn't move.
Mitch rolled his eyes, and then slid under the blanket right behind Scott, throwing an arm over him.
Scott held his hand, and then sighed loudly as he relaxed a little more. "Look at my cute little baby trying to be a big spoon."
Mitch giggled. "I know... It's difficult because you have such a broad body, but your skinny little waist is easy to work with."
"Oh... I'm glad to be of service. My waist says thank you."
"You're welcome." Mitch responded, giggling again. "You're fun to hold. Why don't you let me do this more often?"
"Because you're my baby." Scott mumbled, turning onto his back so Mitch's palm was flat on top of Scott's stomach. "And you know damn well you'd rather be held than hold someone else."
Mitch was listening to him, but not enough to really comprehend what was going on, as his eyes were distracted with Scott's pale chest, which was about fifty percent covered in tattoos. "Okay."
"Hey, don't ignore me. I'm talkin' to you, Cutie."
"I'm listening. Just... Shit, I missed you so much, Scottie. I missed waking up next to you. And I know I'm being dramatic, because it's only been a few days. But.. I really missed you."
"I missed you too, babygirl." Scott turned once more to lay on his shoulder to face Mitch, feeling Mitch's hand squeeze his hip. "More than you know."
Mitch smiled at him, eyes locked on Scott's gorgeous blue eyes. "I love you, Scottie. And... By the way? I don't think you're weak. I'll never ever think you're weak."
Scott stared back at him, shifting a little to rest his head on his shoulder, elbow bent a little to reach out and gently play with Mitch's bangs. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Do you wanna talk about it at all..? I mean, now that it's just you and me..?"
"I'm trying to forget about it, and... In all honesty, I mostly have. There's just a few little things that I remember sometimes. Not a big deal."
"I hope you know that Avi, Alex and I are planning on jumping Rick the next time we see him."
"You guys had better not. What if they make me live with Connie because he's not able to care for me anymore?"
"Scottie, you're eighteen. You're basically already living here on your own, and if you need anything, we all live really close."
Scott just shrugged, rolling onto his back again to stare at the ceiling. "I guess."
Mitch moved a little closer to him, his arm still over Scott's stomach as he rested his head against Scott's chest. "Hey, don't be like that, honey... It's all gonna work itself out. And... If you ever wanna talk about what happened to you, please feel free. I'm always willing to listen to you."
Scott nodded slowly, reaching up to place his hand flat on Mitch's back to glide up and down his skin. "Fuck, Mitch..."
"What's wrong?" Mitch mumbled, sitting up a little to look at him.
"Nothing. But you're fuckin' gorgeous. You really are."
Mitch smiled a little, resting his chin on Scott's chest so he could stare into Scott's eyes again. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
*
Mitch wanted to take a shower, so Scott went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
So when Mitch walked toward the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks just to stare. Scott was casually walking around the kitchen, in a tight pair of black briefs and an equally tight white tank top. Mitch could see all of his tattoos, some even showing through the white of the shirt.
Mitch tried to keep quiet as he simply observed Scott walking around the kitchen, occasionally flipping a pancake, and occasionally stirring something as well as wandering over to take a sip of his coffee.
Mitch suddenly felt lame just wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, but he hoped that being shirtless made up for it.
He snuck into the kitchen, walking over to Scott and pressing a quick kiss to Scott's neck. "Hey."
Scott glanced over at him, flipping another pancake before setting his spatula down and then grabbing Mitch by the hips gently to push him into the counter away from the oven. "Hi, baby... Can I tell you a secret?"
"Mhmm." Mitch hummed, feeling Scott's hardly clothed body press against his own, while the cold counter pressed into his back.
Scott kept an arm around Mitch's back, but slid one of the fingers on his other hand down Mitch's chest. "I love when you forget to shave... Then there's more of you to love."
Mitch blushed immediately and looked down at himself, seeing small spots of dark hair on his chest and down by his belly button. "Oh... You always say that."
"Just to remind you." Scott traced his finger through each spot of hair, and then slowly down Mitch's happy trail. "God, you're cute."
Mitch took a deep breath, feeling Scott's finger then slip into his sweatpants, so Mitch reached down and grabbed Scott's wrist. "Scottie, wait..."
"I wasn't gonna do anything. Just.. Wanted to see if you shaved."
"That's kind of gross... But somehow you make it cute?"
Scott chuckled a little, and then moved to go back to his pancakes. "I get that a lot. You should see what I can do with a wide Sharpie."
"I... Don't even wanna know."
Scott winked at him, and then gestured behind him. "Want some coffee? You can finish mine if you want."
Mitch went to grab it, and then walked over to stand behind Scott to rest his chin against Scott's shoulder, just barely able to peek over his arm to see what he was doing. "Hey, Scottie? I wanna tell you something too."
Scott casually bent his knees slightly so Mitch would be more comfortable, now able to set his chin on Scott's shoulder. "Go ahead."
"You look really sexy right now. Like... Really fucking sexy."
Scott chuckled a little, adding another pancake to the stack. "Thanks. I put a lot of thought into this outfit."
Mitch giggled at him. "I just love your arms so damn much. They're everything."
"Oh really?"
"Mhmm. I love them almost as much as I love your thighs."
"You need to drink some coffee, Mitchie. You're speakin' some nonsense."
"No, I'm not. How come you get to compliment me, but I don't get to return the favor?"
"I compliment you because you're gorgeous, and I want you to feel appreciated for all that you do."
"But I can't feel the same about you?"
"No. Because I owe you, remember? After what happened at that bar... I promised to make it up to you."
"But still..."
Scott finally turned all the equipment off, content with the amount of pancakes he'd made, as well as the eggs and sausage he'd cooked. He turned around with a soft sigh, staring down at Mitch. "Okay, fine. Compliment me all you want."
Mitch smiled widely, and then reached out to grab the hem of Scott's shirt to pull it up a little. "First, you gotta lose this."
**