reflection | scömìche

chapter twenty-two

so since this book is going to be ending soon does anyone have any requests for new books???

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Mitch ended up falling asleep in Scott's arms on the way back to camp. Scott held him protectively, but his eyes were glazed over and unfocused, lost in thought. His fingers absentmindedly trailed through Mitch's hair, his grip never loosening on his boy.

When Mitch woke up, they were only halfway back to camp. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Sir?" he mumbled sleepily, and Scott blinked a few times to get his eyes to focus again. "Yeah? You okay?" Mitch yawned again and nodded, resting his head back on Scott's chest. "Yes, sir. I'm okay. Are we almost there?" he asked, his eyes slipping closed again. Scott nodded slightly and resumed running his fingers through Mitch's hair, leaning his head back against the window. "We're about halfway there."

"Okay, sir. How- How many days do we have together? Be-Before I have to go home?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. I'd guess around three?"

Mitch whimpered involuntarily and buried his face in Scott's neck. "I don't want to go back, sir..."

Scott sighed and nodded, holding Mitch's head in his neck. "I know, princess," he murmured tiredly, "but you have to go back. I don't want to risk you getting hurt." Mitch whimpered again and crawled completely into Scott's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "How long will you be gone?" he asked quietly, and Scott let out another sigh, slipping his hand up Mitch's shirt and resting it between his shoulder blades. "I don't know, angel. However long it takes to win the war. Could be several weeks, or several months, or several years. It depends."

"I don't think I can't wait years, sir..."

Scott's heart ached, and he tilted Mitch's head up to kiss him softly. "I can't either, my love. I'll do my best to win the war quickly so I can get home to you. I'll come save you from your father and you can come live with me, okay? We'll be together."

Mitch nodded shyly and curled up in his arms. "I love you."

"I love you too, angel."

Scott connected their lips, and they kissed for a while after that, not even caring that they were in public. Mitch moaned softly against his lips and slipped his hands into Scott's shirt, tugging on it gently. "Baby, we're almost back," Scott murmured against his lips, but Mitch didn't care, grinding down on him carefully. Scott groaned and held into his hips, gently pushing him away. "I promise we'll make love when we get back to camp, okay?" Mitch whined, but he curled up and buried his face in Scott's neck.

As soon as they got off the train, they were swarmed by soldiers wondering why they were back. "What are you doing here?" John taunted, shoving Mitch back into Scott. Scott rolled his eyes and held Mitch protectively. "The emperor isn't going to get rid of his best general just because he's sleeping with another man. Besides, you've never had sex with a man. It feels so much better than a female," he shot back, breezing through them to their tent. "Now get back to training."

As soon as they got back into the tent, they were kissing hard, and it wasn't long before their clothes were discarded and moans filled the air.