Scott usually didn't mind going to the club, getting a little tipsy and maybe dancing some. Lately though, it had become a chore. Mitch would drag him out to the club with him and he had to watch Mitch make out and dirty dance with some random guy.
The first few times it happened he just brushed it off and got super wasted. A few times he had even gone home with some random guy too.
That got old quickly and he didn't want that lifestyle. He wanted an actual relationship but the only person he wanted that with was currently dirty dancing with some random guy on the dance floor.
Scott had had enough of watching them so he downed the rest of his drink before heading to the bathroom.
He finished using the bathroom and was washing his hand when he felt someone push their crotch against his ass.
Scott looked up to the person through the mirror and stepped away. "Sorry I'm not here for that." He said and went to walk away when the unknown guy backed him into a corner.
Scott immediately realized how big the guy was, he was bigger than he was. The guy put his hands on the wall behind him on either side of his face.
Scott's back hit the wall and he stared at the guy in fear. "I think you came here to do just this." He said taking one hand and shoving it into Scott's pants.
Scott tried pushing him off of him but it was no use. "Stop! Leave me alone!" He yelled but the guy wasn't having it. He got closer to him and Scott used the time to shove his knee into the guys crotch.
The guy hunched over and Scott pulled away from him and ran out of the bathroom. He buttoned his pants back up as he ran to the dance floor looking for Mitch in a panic.
He found him grinding on the same dude and he ran over to him. He grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
"Scott what the fuck?" He asked but Scott ignored him and pulled him through the crowd.
They got outside and Mitch was showering him with questions but Scott ignored all of them and pushed him in the car. He got in the drivers seat and started to drive.
It was silent in the car and Scott's mind went south. He started thinking about what happened and he started to shake, tears filled his eyes, and he wanted to throw up. All the memories started to come back after being buried for years.
"Scott?" Mitch asked quietly breaking the silence. Scott flinched at the sudden noise and turned his head sharply at Mitch before returning to the road.
"What?" He asked and Mitch watched him. He knew something was wrong but he couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly could have happened. He prayed it wasn't the worst.
"Stop driving. You need to calm down." He whispered carefully and Scott shook his head.
"I-I'm fine." He said shakily clutching the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.
"We're far enough away from there, Scott. Pull over." He said and Scott took a deep breath before pulling over. He picked the car in park but kept his hands tightly on the steering wheel.
"Are you okay baby?" He asked and Scott nodded gulping. Mitch turned in his seat fully to look at Scott. "What happened, Scottie?" He asked sweetly and Scott finally let go of the wheel. He looked down in his lap at his hands.
"It happened again." He whispered and Mitch's heart dropped, "well... it almost did. I stopped him but h-he was so much bigger than me a-and he was too strong..." Scott started to shake again.
"Oh baby," Mitch whispered unbuckling his seat belt and crawling over into Scott's lap. It was tight but Mitch straddled his hips and cuddled into him.
Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch and finally felt safe. He started to sob. He clutched onto Mitch crying over his shoulder.
"Why did it have to happen again?" He asked and Mitch shook his head pulled back to look at Scott's face. He caressed his cheek and kissed Scotts forehead.
"I don't know baby." He whispered, "but you're safe now. I'm here."
"I don't wanna go out anymore. I don't have fun. I just have watch you make out with random guys every night. It's not fun for me and I know I can leave I just want you to be safe because there are bad guys out there like the guy tonight. I-if that had happened to you and I wasn't there I don't know if I-" Mitch shook his head.
"Shh, baby I'm fine. Why are you so worried about me? I'm so sorry that I wasn't there for you. If I hadn't been dancing with that-" Scott shook his head taking Mitch's hands in his.
"That's not what I meant Mitch. There's nothing you could have done." Mitch shook his head.
"It still happened and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm really sorry Scott. You didn't deserve to go through it the first time and you definitely didn't deserve it tonight." Scott nodded looking down.
"Mitch..." he whispered and Mitch looked at him, "I don't want to go to the club anymore with you because... I'm not really with you. I wouldn't have to worry about guys like that as much because I'd just be with you."
Mitch smiled and took a big leap of faith, "Then be my boyfriend?" Scott opened his eyes in shock at him.
"What?" He asked and Mitch immediately lost confidence.
"You said that you wanted to go with me. You can only go with me if you're my boyfriend. I understand if you don't want to or don't feel the same-" Scott cut him off with his lips. He kissed Mitch passionately.
"That's why I hated going to the clubs because I'm in love with you." He whispered against Mitch's lips.
Mitch hummed kissing him again, "I only do that at clubs because I thought there was no way that you would ever like me back." He whispered and Scott giggled.
"We've been so stupid." Scott whispered before kissing him again. "I love you Mitch." He whispered.
"I love you too, Scottie." He whispered back kissing him gently.
