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Surprises

Scott
I woke up from a rather light sleep to the sound of keys being put in the doorway. Mitch burst open a few seconds later, singing quietly along to the music playing on his phone. I heard him put some stuff down and turn the music off. His footsteps began to come towards my room, so I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be out.
"Scott? Are you awake?" Mitch whispered, stepping hesitantly into my room. "We have rehearsal today, so you might wanna get up." He crept over to the edge of my bed and gingerly sat down, poking my bare side. I was glad I turned away from him so he couldn't see the involuntary grin on my face.
"Scoot, come onnn. I brought coffee and food, and I know you like food." He poked my again, a little more urgent this time. "Scratch, Jesus, wake up-"
I briskly turned over and grabbed him, causing him to shriek. I pulled him on top of me and sat up, grabbing his hands and pinning them to his chest.
"I, wait no, I was just trying, please no!" Mitch begged, laughing already despite himself.
"Mitch?" I growled.
"Yes?"
"Practice doesn't start until two.... In the afternoon."
"I... Ooohhhh...Uh oh."
"Yeah, uh oh!" I lunged my hands at his exposed stomach, my fingers moving mercilessly fast. Mitch twisted and turned on my lap, laughing and begging for mercy. My hands traveled up and down his side, then to his neck, then to his stomach, over and over. I grabbed one of his feet and tortured it too, all while Mitch was howling from the misfortune. My plague finally ceased and I let go of his arms, leaving the panting boy a confused mess.
"I hate you so, so much," He said between breaths.
"Aw come on, you don't hate me that much, or else you wouldn't have brought me food. Now I'm starving, let's eat!" I jumped up and took off to the kitchen, leaving the exhausted brunette sprawled out on the sheets.

Troye
I woke up with a start when my phone started blaring Mitchie's ringtone. I forgot to turn it down, dammit. I yawned as my fingers fumbled for the phone, finally coming in contact and pressing answer. "Heeehlloh." I yawned again. I heard Mitch make a disapproving noise over the phone
"Did you just wake up, Troye? It's like twelve in the morning, get your lazy ass out of bed!"
"Exactly, twelve in the MORNING. I was enjoying my beauty sleep until someone so rudely interrupted."
Mitch giggled, the sweet sound ringing through the receiver. "I wouldn't exactly call it beauty sleep, mister. Revolting sleep is more like it."
I sucked my teeth from habit. "Well then, Milly, if you're going to be so rude I might as well hang up the phone," I huffed.
"No, wait!" He laughed at my unamused state. "I actually called for a reason. Scott's going over to a party after rehearsal, and I don't want to wallow in this apartment alone. Would you like to, er, could you come over?"
I paused. "...Is this a booty call?"
"Jesus, Troye! No!" There was a pause and a muffled noise on the receiver, obviously him laughing at me again. "I just, wanted some company. No booty, at least not for now." I could almost see his flirtatious wink and my cheeks began to burn. Him being sexy over the phone was not helping my morning state.
"I, uh, yeah okay, I'd love to come over. Just let me take a shower." I stammered my way through the words, desperately trying to concentrate on the matter at hand than what the images of Mitch in my head were doing to my morning erection.
"Will you be thinking of me while you're in there?" Mitch whispered seductively.
"I... Jesus Christ Mitch. I gotta go, bye."
I hung up on a chuckling Mitch and made a mad dash for the bathroom, stripping out of clothes on the way.

One long, relieving shower later, I walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. It was payback time. I made my way to the bed and grabbed my phone off the charger. My pruny fingers fumbled to make the FaceTime call to Mitchie. As it rang, I positioned myself in the camera to expose my bare chest and the top of the towel. I ran my hand through my wet hair and smooched at my reflection in the camera. Oh yeah, this will get him good, I thought.
The boy finally answered, but the camera hadn't quite picked up yet. I took the delay time to angle my body just right. Mitch is going to be so horny when he-
The camera cut on and I posed, waiting for Mitch's face to pop into view to see his stunned reaction.
"TROYE?! Is... Is that you?! What are you doing naked?!!" Scott's bewildered expression came into view. His eyes opened wide, then got closer and squinted at the camera. "Hey, why don't you have any chest hair?"