The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Goodnight

(Sean POV)

“Well, since we didn’t stop at your house for your . . . stuff, you can borrow mine,” the thought of Scott in my big clothes made my heart flutter.

I dig around in my drawers for a long sleeve T-shirt - cause' I know how he would get if I gave him a short sleeve. Found one, a tight grey long sleeve. I put it on my shoulder and dig around for some comfy pants. I could barely find any that would fit his slim waist, but I managed to find some soft, Pokémon pajama pants. I draped them on my shoulder and walked over to Scott, who seemed to be politely sitting on the foot of my bed and smiling at me.

“Here ya’ go” I said, passing him the small pile of clothing.

“Where should I get-”

“Changed?" I finished his sentence.

"Wherever, I mean I already . . . know, so, I mean . . . whatever” He nods, and stays, beginning to take off his shirt, he hesitates.

“Oh! Do you want me to turn around o-or close my eyes or something?” He shrugged.

“Well, I need to change too, so I’ll look for some comfy clothes for me.” I walk over to my dresser and start going through all my clothes, trying to find a good T-shirt and some sweatpants. I found what I wanted, an MCR T-shirt and some plain black sweatpants. I throw my shirt off and turn around, only to see Scott . . . shirtless, facing the other direction. My face is heating up like an oven, I swear. I (hopefully) was very stealthy about eyeing up and down his soft, damaged skin. Apparently not stealthy enough, cause’ our eyes meet, my mouth gapes open slightly so I quickly turn around. I try to distract him from what just happened by saying . . .

“Y’know, if that hurts . . . I got some stuff that could help,” I look back at him, still no shirt on. He smiles.

“Okay,” he says softly.

“Really? I mean, cool,” I grab his hand, “Let’s go” He giggles at the action, using one hand to cover his chest with the crumpled shirt, and one hand to squeeze mine. I open the door to the bathroom and lift him up by the waist to set him on top of the sink. I lean down and dig around in the cupboard for some Advil, rubbing alcohol, a box of Band-Aids, a roll of bandages, and other random crap that we have down here. I stand up, an assortment of remedies in my arms. I give him a cup of water then the pill, he easily takes it as I apply rubbing alcohol to a cut on his hip with a cotton ball. He wasn’t too much of a baby about it, he still whined a little. I then put a Mega Band-Aid on it. By the end, his whole fore-arm had been covered in bandages, his lip didn’t look that bad anymore, I had put a Band-Aid on his knee, and I gave him an Ice pack for his sides, they were pretty bruised. I was like a Super-Ultra-Mega Nurse, cause' that's a thing.

“Ok, done. We can finish changing now” I clap my hands together. I head back to the room, Scott following behind me. He sits at the foot of my bed again, saying nothing.

“Are you gonna finish changing?” He had already put on his Pokémon pants, but he was still shirtless. Hey, it’s not like I’m complaining.

He was shaken out of his thoughts and just kinda mutters a yes? . . . I think? Well, it doesn’t really matter cause’ he slides on his shirt. He pulls his sleeves down in his hands in such an adorable way.

I take off my jeans, exposing what was left, boxers. I look back at rosey-faced Scott eyeing me up and down. I finish changing into my clothes, then crawl onto my matress, leaning back on the head of the bed.

“So, what do you wanna do?” I question very casually.

“Maybe we could watch a movie, do you have any popcorn?” Exactly what I wanted to do.

“Sure, I’ll go make some!” I say, a little too quickly, standing up from the bed, and reaching towards the door. I race downstairs, eager to watch a movie with Scott. I grab a bag of popcorn and toss it in the microwave. I turn the timer to the suggested time and anxiously tapped my foot as the bag slowly spun and made popping sounds. The timer ends and the microwave beeps it's annoying 'beep'. I quickly swung the microwave door open and snatch the bag, never mind the heat steaming through the package. I toss it onto the counter and open the cupboard. I grab a giant, red, plastic bowl and start speed walking to the stairs while pouring the popcorn. I run upstairs, spilling a little bit of the popcorn, thinking of what I should say, what I should do, where we’ll lay down, should we cuddle? Should we make a fort? Do we need more snacks?

I reach the door. I fix my quiff and make sure I don't look like I just ran a 2K. I turn the doorknob and push open the wooden door. There was Scott, who had turned off the ceiling fan light, plugged in the Christmas lights, turned on the TV, and cuddled in the blankets on my bed. He looks up at my amazed face and smiles, patting at the spot next to him. I sit down, setting the popcorn on my bedside table. I open the duvet and cuddle up next to him, grabbing the remote to switch it to Netflix. We both look at each other.

“So what do you wanna watch?” he says in an adorable voice.

“Ugh . . . Juno?”

“Oh! I've never seen it, but I heard it was good. Isn't it that one romance movie about that teen that gets pregnant, or something?”

“Yeah, that's the one.” I go to the
“Romance” section of Netflix and find it. I grab the bowl of buttery popcorn and put it by our legs. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and he snuggles deeper into my chest. Around 20 min through the movie, I can feel his light snoring, he looks so cute when he was asleep, his pale white skin looking as clear as a blank canvas. His bright, glistening blue eyes covered by his eyelids, and his dark brown fringe covering half of his face. I move the hair out of his eyes, revealing the other half of his face. He looks so peaceful, and that's when he sneezes, making me jump and practically fall off the bed, it hurts to hold in my giggles.

He barely opens his eyes, looking into mine. He smiles and closes his eyes again.

“Good morning Sean,” he said through his smile in a raspy voice. How I want to hear that every morning.

“It’s not morning yet Scottie” a low, annoyed groan came from him as he rolled on top of me and wrapped his arms under my shirt and around my waist, and nuzzled his face in my chest. My heart rate speeds up.

“I wish I could just stay here forever”

“Me too,” he liftshis head up at the statement and smiles that gorgeous smile. I smile back and wrap my arms around his waist. He lifts up one of his hands and run his fingers through my hair, I squeeze him harder. He rests his hand on my neck, I squeeze a little harder. He sits up, pulling me with him, he smiles again and wraps his arms around my neck, face as red as a tomato. I smile back, gripped his waist and pull him closer. I can't take it anymore, I break. I rest my lips on his shoulder, he squeezes me tighter. I start moving up his neck, I hear a low moan escape his lips. I leave the spot where I know there's gonna be a mark. I stare deeply into his bright blue eyes, his mouth gaping and his breathing heavy. He moves his hand down to my neck and pulls me closer. He closes his eyes and connects our lips. I'm shocked at the sudden, unexpected connection. I close my eyes and pressed deeper into his lips. He moves his hand down my chest. I begin to lightly rub his back, I don't want to hurt him. He pulls away and looks down, smiling that gorgeous smile. He starts to giggle.

“What?” I say under my smile, planting a kiss on his neck. He looks up and throws a wide smile on his face.

“I guess I might not be straight” I can't help but laugh at his ridiculous statement.

“Dork” I lean back and rest my head on the pillow he leans down with me, resting his head on my chest. I kiss him on the top of his head.

“Good night Scottie”

“Good night”