reflection | scömìche

chapter fourteen

this chapter has the lamest ending ever

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Mitch woke up with his back pressed against Scott's chest. Scott's arm was draped over his torso and holding him close, his hand where Mitch's heart was. Mitch sighed softly and glanced back at him, smiling a bit. He could feel every inch of Scott, his skin warm against Mitch's.

There, in Scott's arms, Mitch had never felt smaller. He was already small as it is, but next to Scott, he felt like a tiny ant. Scott's arms completely enveloped him, safe and secure.

Mitch tried to turn to face the general, but he stopped with a soft groan of pain as it flared in his lower body. He steeled himself and turned in one fluid motion, whimpering at the second wave of pain. However, soon, it calmed down, and Mitch snuggled into Scott's chest contentedly. Scott mumbled softly in his sleep and pulled Mitch closer, burying his face in his hair. Mitch smiled to himself and allowed his eyes to close once more.

He laid there for another hour before Scott woke up. Scott groaned at the light and rubbed his eyes before he looked down at Mitch. The small boy met Scott's eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, sir." Scott couldn't help but smile, and he held Mitch's lips as he bent to kiss him. Mitch was surprised, but he kissed back nonetheless, carefully looping his arms around Scott's neck. Scott rested his hand on Mitch's bare hip to pull him closer, and Mitch shivered at the touch.

When they broke apart, Scott didn't go far, simply pressing their foreheads together as he caught his breath. Mitch slowly opened his eyes and peered up at Scott, and even though his eyes were still closed from the kiss, Scott sensed Mitch was looking at him and opened them. Mitch blushed at their eye contact, and Scott smiled, running his thumb over his bottom lip. "What was that for, sir?" Mitch asked in a whisper, his gaze flickering down to Scott's lips again. "You looked so beautiful and I couldn't resist," Scott answered just as quietly, admiring his boy. Mitch blushed more, but he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together once more.

Despite how much Scott wanted to keep kissing his boy forever, he knew they had to go to training, so he reluctantly pulled away and stood to get dressed. Mitch whined and opened his eyes, reaching for him, but Scott just laughed and shook his head. "Baby, we have to go to training." Mitch whined again and pouted. "I can't walk, sir," he said, and Scott laughed louder. "I guess I did fuck you pretty hard. Sorry, love."

Mitch sighed, but he gingerly got up and limped over to Scott, wrapping his arms around his waist. "How am I gonna hide that I'm limping?" he asked quietly, rubbing his face against Scott's chest like a cat. Scott smiled and hugged him back, holding his head there. "I don't know, princess, but I'm sure it'll be fine. The soldiers aren't very observant." Mitch nodded slightly and closed his eyes, not making any move to pull away.

When they finally broke apart, Mitch painfully pulled his clothes on and ran his fingers through his hair. Scott sighed disappointedly, and Mitch looked over with a small frown. "What?" he asked self-consciously, but Scott just tilted his head up and pecked his lips. "I can't see your beautiful body again until tonight," he explained, only a hint of teasing in his voice. Mitch blushed deeply, and Scott laughed softly at him.

As soon as they were ready, Mitch followed Scott up to the field, managing to hide his limp. Scott kissed him one more time before the soldiers streamed in, and then, the day began.