Soulmates

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Can you believe it? Mitch and I are boyfriends!" Scott whispered to Wyatt while he was petting his head and feeding him.

After that he left the house to get some Starbucks, while Mitch prepared some eggs and bacon for breakfast. He felt so happy and inspired that he started thinking of cute lines for a song. When Scott arrived home again, he found Mitch leaning on the counter, writing on a paper.

"What are you doing, Mitchy?"

"I'm writing some song lyrics that came to mind." He held his pen against his lips and smiled at his Scott, who put the coffee cups down on the kitchen table.

"Really?! Now I'm curious! May I read?" Scott stepped closer and tried to reach for the paper.

Mitch pulled it away, held it in the air and yelled: "No! Breakfast is ready!"

Scott lifted his eyebrows. "Do you really think you can win from me?" He slowly started to tickle him in his waist.

"No, no, Scott! Stop! STOP!" He yelled louder as Scott tickled him more and more. He smacked his arms very hard. "Fuuuck, Scott! Stoooop! I swear! I give up! I can't win!"

Scott stopped tickling Mitch, quickly grabbed the paper that had fallen on the floor and smiled satisfied at Mitch, waving with the paper.

Mitch rolled his eyes. "So unfair," he mumbled.

Scott rubbed his arms. "Ouch, you slapped me quite hard."

"Well, my pretty boy, that's your own fault," Mitch said, tapping Scott's chest. "But I'm sorry babe," Mitch pulled Scott closer and started to kiss his beautiful lips. "I... want... to eat you," he said in between the kisses.

Scott kissed back hungrily and lifted Mitch effortlessly on the counter. Mitch automatically pulled his legs around Scott's waist.

Scott let go of the paper to let his hands wander freely over Mitch's back.

Mitch interrupted the kiss, caressed Scott's face and quietly said, with a proud smile on his lips: "You can't win from me either." During their kissing, Mitch had grabbed the paper back.

Scott's facial expressions were priceless. "That's not fair!" he complained, raising his hands, lowkey playful. Mitch simply shrugged, jumped off the counter and walked towards the kitchen table.

Scott continued talking to Mitch's back: "I am madly in love with you. I can't help it."

Mitch blushed and turned around, smiling sweetly. "I know. I feel it too."

Scott smiled back. They were standing there smiling at each other like two idiots.

"Our breakfast is getting cold!" Mitch suddenly realized.

They quickly installed themselves at the table and started eating the eggs.

"This tastes good! Thank you, sweetheart!"

"You're welcome, my love."

When they were almost finished eating, Mitch grabbed the paper again. "Here you are," he winked and handed it to Scott. " You can read it."

"Really?" Scott smiled. "Thank you."

I can't take you off my mind
You make me feel so alive

This love could be bad for us
But I want it
Dangerous
But you want it too
And I'm ready if you are

When we get home, get down
I wanna just be a bad boy

Somehow it's never enough
Nobody can make me feel the way you do
You turn me on