Frappula Part Two

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A/N: INSPIRATION HAS STRUCK! For those of you who said hell yes to smut, don't worry. #Soon (;

For those of you who said fluff, I suddenly agreed with you after rereading part one. Hopefully I can do this some justice.

Vote comment request love me okay.

Picking up literally exactly where we left off.

Also I don't hate Alex okay. Promise. Don't yell at me.

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     "I need to thank her too. It's not often that she successfully pushes me out of my comfort zone, and I'm really glad she did. I sort of feel like I was supposed to meet you." Scott's cheeks turned red for what had to be the thousandth time that night. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to stop putting my foot in my mouth tonight."

     Mitch let a soft sigh escape from him and another kiss rest on the blond's lips before setting his forehead against Scott's.

     "You're not saying anything wrong." The brunet pulled back and waited for those blue eyes to meet his before talking again. "What kind of horrible person did you have to be with before now to think that you're not allowed to speak your mind?"

A small lump threatened to choke the baritone and Mitch could practically see the gears spinning in his head. The brunet offered the blond another kiss before setting both of his hands on Scott's face. The gesture caused the lump in his throat to double in size and he found himself wrapping his fingers around Mitch's wrist in an attempt to ground himself.

His eyes began to burn with tears but he couldn't bring himself to look away from the brown eyes looking so deeply into his own. When the first silent tear rolled down his face, a small laugh simultaneously escaped through his lips.

"I'm sorry. This has got to be the most unusual...." Scott trailed off, unsure of what to title exactly what has happening between the pair. A hook up? A date? He didn't know. ".. experience you've ever had. That I've ever had." Mitch offered him a smile and then shrugged.

"Maybe unusual is a good thing." The genuine smile that carved its way onto the blond's face was enough to raise the brunet's pulse yet again. "Wanna make it even more unusual?"

"We seem to be on a roll, so why not? What's going on in the pretty head of yours?"

"I was thinking mind numbing television and Chinese take-out." Scott grinned again and let go of Mitch's wrists reluctantly.

"If there's any chance that I can squeeze in more of those amazing kisses, I'm absolutely down for that." The brunet laughed and slipped off the counter and past Scott.

"Maybe if you're lucky."

"You've been saying that all night and I haven't been lucky yet!" The teasing came naturally between the pair and Scott was beginning to realize that there was a good chance this could be something much more than he could have ever asked for.

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"I really meant it when I said I wanted to see your tattoos earlier. I'm super curious." Mitch raised an eyebrow and sat up to place his glass on the coffee table in front of him.

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