reflection | scömìche

chapter nineteen

Mitch sleepily blinked awake the next morning, and a happy sigh left his lips when he realized he was in Scott's arms again. He snuggled closer to him and pressed a kiss to his chest, content.

Scott groaned quietly as he woke up and squinted against the bright light, slinging his arm over his eyes to shield himself. Mitch giggled and sat up, throwing his leg over Scott's waist so he was straddling him. "Good morning, sir." Scott lifted his arm and peeked up at Mitch, but a smile formed on his lips when he saw him and he reached out to trace the marks he'd made in his skin the night before. "Good morning, baby. Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes, sir. It was nice to be in your arms again."

"It was nice to have you."

Mitch giggled and leaned down to peck his lips. "We should get dressed, sir." Scott groaned again, but he nodded and carefully set Mitch down on his feet before he stood up himself. Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott from behind as he waited patiently for clothes, his eyes drooping closed again.

Scott rifled through his drawer until he eventually extracted clothes for himself and his boy. "Here, angel. Put these on," he murmured, turning to hand them to him. Mitch smiled and kissed his cheek in thanks, obediently dressing.

"Are we going to have to go back to sleeping separately again?" Scott asked as he too put his clothes on.

"I think so, sir. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I just miss you."

"I miss you too, sir. It's lonely in my tent."

Scott smiled and turned to hug him once they'd both dressed. "I feel you. My bed seems too big for only one person."

Mitch giggled and hugged him back, burying his face in Scott's chest.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, just savoring being in each other's arms. "Mitchy?" Scott murmured eventually, and Mitch hummed quietly in response without pulling away. "We still have a while before we have to go..." Scott continued slowly, his hand creeping down towards Mitch's ass. Mitch shivered and blushed, peeking up at him through his eyelashes. "I don't think we have time for another round, sir."

"That's okay. I'm perfectly content with making out."

Mitch giggled breathlessly and let Scott pull him to his bed, and they were passionately making out before they were even laying down. Scott pressed Mitch down on the bed and slipped his hand up his shirt, feeling his chest hungrily. Mitch moaned softly against his lips and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck, pulling him closer desperately.

Scott groaned quietly and trailed kisses down his neck, grinding down onto him. Mitch mewled and threw his head back, digging his nails into Scott's shoulders. "S-Sir..."

"Hm?"

"Oh, y-you make it so hard to stay away..."

Scott smirked and moved back up to kiss him hard, and Mitch kissed back immediately, tangling his fingers in Scott's hair. They were so caught up in each other that they didn't notice John opening the tent.

"I knew it!" he declared as soon as he saw the scene, and Scott and Mitch hurriedly jumped apart. Mitch's eyes widened when he saw John and he glanced over at Scott, but the general remained calm. "Hello, John. Did you need something?"

"Don't try to change the subject. You and him were making out. I knew he was a faggot, but you? That's a surprise."

"Don't call Mitchell a faggot."

"Why not? It's what he is! You both are!" John sneered. "I'm telling the emperor."