Angel Park | Scomiche

Chapter 6

A/n

Here is the next chapter of Angel Park. 

I put the songs I used for Mitch's EP in a playlist for those who wanted to listen.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5XrnY2sYxuSnaK2y87GDb6?si=75c125863a4146b3

Hope you enjoy! Chapter 7 will be posted very, very soon.

- Your friendly neighborhood writer

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Scott was more than happy to have a weekend off and pleased Mitch seemed happy too. Even though his definition of off meant traveling out of town for press, not having to be in rehearsals, in meetings, or on phone calls for all working hours felt like a break.

He truly did like working hard though, so he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it.

Mitch had been working often, too. Scott tried his best to keep him busy with writing music, performing gigs, and recording samples and demos. The man was eager and they were able to meet in the evenings with enthusiasm and comfort.

This heavy workload wasn't new to Scott considering the past couple of tours they had, but having someone to come home to was a new experience. He liked it. Before, if he had ever attempted to have a relationship, he always found himself put off by the thought of entertaining someone after work. He thought it felt like more work. Being with Mitch was different though. It was easy. He craved affection and attention from him. His presence wasn't draining but energizing in a way. Scott was always happy to come home to him.

Mitch was adamant about not letting him bring work home too often, but let him be when he just couldn't stop, and that freedom was relieving. No pressure one way or the other.

Because of this, he wanted this little trip to be fun and relaxing for Mitch. He pampered him to the best of his ability. He made sure to keep their room stocked with nice wine and ordered fancy food. He scheduled him a massage and ran him a bath. He practically worshiped him, hoping his appreciation for sticking with him was apparent.

Mitch wasn't fully present this weekend, though. The past month, Scott caught him dissociating more often than not.

So, even when Scott was trying his hardest to make this mini trip good for them, when they made love and Mitch didn't put down his walls for that, he knew that he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Mitch." His own voice sounded a little foreign to himself. He wasn't expecting it to come out.

Dark eyes flicked up from the chair across the room. The only light was coming through their cabin blinds, casting the room in dim yellow stripes. Mitch had just been sitting and staring in their direction.

"I should have come to you. Been honest about tour from the start." Scott's fingers thread in his lap, squeezing tightly until his knuckles were white.

"Yeah, you should have." Mitch's response was blunt but honest.

Scott wasn't sure what else to say. "I'm sorry. I know that you're putting a wall up now, and that's understandable. I've been trying really hard to consider the implications of just, not talking about it, but I don't like this." Scott turned, one of his legs falling off the edge of the bed. "I wish you would come to bed."

Scott reached his arm towards him, hoping it emphasized the distance between them currently.

Mitch pushed out of the chair and crossed to him, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and turned into his arms. Scott scooted them towards the middle. Mitch had rested his head on his shoulder, but he lifted it to look at him. "It's okay. We don't have to talk about it yet. I don't want to."