Scent of Love - Spin-off one shots

Spin-off 2: Take it back

The last thing Scott had been expecting to see that night was his own boyfriend getting it on with some random guy in the middle of the dance floor. Well, ex-boyfriend. It still hadn't quite sunk in.

Absurd as it may seem, they must have been going at it for a good while, seeing how Mitch's arms were around that dude's neck and hips bucking into him as restlessly as he remembered them bucking into his own in the past.

In the past.

Trying his hardest to ignore the telltale tightness in his chest, he began to wonder, for the umpteenth time already, how in the world they ended up this way.

***

It was two weeks prior that Mitch decided to pay Scott a visit. He came unannounced, like he always would, and like always, he chose to bruise his knuckles against the hard wood instead of using the doorbell. The hollow sound that usually brought a smile to Scott's face, made his heart sink all the way down to his stomach. The timing was far from excellent.

"Hi," he mumbled, dragging the door open with undisguised reluctance, and added, "You came."

Mitch let the corners of his mouth rise in an almost cheerful smile. "You seem surprised."

"Well I wasn't really expecting you today, seeing that we spent the whole night fighting."

"Yeah, about that-"

"Scott?"

The blonde tossed his head back in exasperation just in time to miss the quizzical look Mitch shot his way. With a roll of his eyes, he leaned back a little, turning towards the living room. "I'll be right back!"

As his eyes shifted back to Mitch's, he regretted the action almost instantly. He watched a myriad of emotions cross his face until his features were taken over by an expression of unadulterated fear. "Who's that?"

Hands coming to rest just above his hips, he tilted his head to the side, waiting. Scott knew he had already lost this battle.

"It's Steve," he mumbled somewhat tentatively. "He's a colleague. Fellow intern. We're working on-"

"I don't fucking care what you're working on, Scott," Mitch cut him off, baring his teeth, and the blonde knew exactly what was coming next. "I feel like all you care about is work. Work, work, work. I mean, I get it, it's important to you, fine. But how long has it been since you came back from Sydney? A month? Six weeks? And how much of your time have you actually spent with me, excluding the nights when you'd get randomly horny?"

"Would you tone it down a little?" Scott lowered his voice to a whisper. "This is important. It's work. We're almost done with the presentation. You need to understand. Keep it professional."

"Excuse me?" the brunette boy snapped. "Professional? Scott, are you listening to yourself? I'm not work related! I don't need to keep anything professional, okay?"

"Yes, okay, you're right, my bad," Scott rushed to assure him. It was obvious to Mitch he was just trying to look apologetic, though, while in fact all he wanted to achieve was calm him down enough to postpone the conversation at hand and continue to work on whatever he was working on with the Steve guy. As if on cue, the said guy's voice resounded in the hallway.

"Everything's fine?"

"Peachy!" Mitch all but snarled in the direction of the living room. "Scotty boy here just needs to figure a few things out."

"Mitch," the blonde hissed through clenched teeth, giving him a somewhat hostile look as a warning. It took Mitch by surprise when he grabbed his upper arm and stepped into the staircase, pulling the boy along with him. He waited until the door clicked shut behind them before he let go of him.