The Alpha And The Omega 4

Chapter 50

(A/N)

Happy 50th y'all ;)

Double in a few :*

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Scott finally motivated himself to get in the car, after Avi told them to wait at whatever restaurant they were planning on visiting, so he could drive down to get them.

Scott assumed he'd bring Jake or Travis so one person could drive Scott's car and one could drive Avi's.

And it was a good thing, too. Scott had only been driving for a few minutes, but his arms were already protesting.

Mitch frowned at him. "Are you okay?"

"Arms hurt. You guys were heavier than you looked."

"A little over six hundred pounds, I guess. I mean... If you assume we're all around the same."

"Mitchie, not everyone weighs as little as you do. I'd say more like seven hundred, but okay."

"I'm trying to give you sympathy, and you're being mean."

Scott sighed, one hand dropping from the wheel to reach over and hold Mitch's hand. "I'm sorry, my angel. I'm just tired, and it's making me kind of grumpy."

Mitch squeezed his hand. "It's okay. You'll feel better after you eat."

"Speaking of; we still have no idea where we're going."

Mitch frowned, looking out the window. He wanted to pick something quickly, so Scott wouldn't have to drive more than a few minutes. "How about that one?" He pointed at a French restaurant.

"Really? That's where you want to go?"

"Looks interesting. And kind of romantic."

"Oh... Just like Kevin."

Mitch giggled. "You think Kevin's romantic?"

"Yeah, actually. I do. But sure. I'm down. It's a cute little building. Will you call Avi and tell him the address when we see the street sign?"

Mitch nodded, opening the console in the middle of the front seat to look for Scott's phone. "Uh... Help?"

Scott frowned. "I think it's in my jeans again. Hang on, I'll grab it after I turn the car around."

Mitch just leaned over the console, reaching into Scott's front pocket.

Scott flinched away from him. "No, no. Back pocket. Seriously Mitchie, I'll get it in a second."

Mitch truly didn't see the problem, and reached under him to slide the phone out of his pocket. "You don't have to pretend to be shy with me. It's not like I haven't touched much worse places if you know what I'm--"

"Mitch!" Scott interrupted, purely out of embarrassment.

Mitch just giggled. "You're so cute. It's so funny how flustered you get in public, but when we're alone you're like... A sex machine. Omega in the streets, Daddy in the sheets, yeah?"

Scott blushed again, looking over his shoulder before turning into the drive of the small restaurant. "I-I guess."

"Do you prefer Daddy or Alpha?"

"Neither right now, thank you."

Mitch waited for the car to be parked, before he turned to Scott. "Hey..? Can I ask you something real quick?"