Mitch slammed his second drink of the night and frowned. He was just tipsy enough to forget about what happened a few hours ago.
Flashback: Mitch hurried towards his house, hoping that after a long day of teaching kids he could relax and spend some quality time with his boyfriend Sam. He opened the door and looked around. The house looked empty, until he heard moans coming from his and Sam's room. He went in there, hoping against hope that it wasn't what he thought it was. He looked on, heartbroken, as Sam moved on top of the other man. "Sam?" he asked, voice cracking. "Mitch!" Sam gasped and got off the other man. The situation was made worse when the man under Sam was revealed to be his best friend Mark. "I can't believe either of you." Tears pooled in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. "I want both of you out of my house and out of my life." He said coldly, turning around and walking out the door and to his car. Mitch drove to the nearest club, deciding to drown out his sorrow with alcohol.
Mitch was shaken out of his thoughts when the beginning notes of Crazy In Love started playing. He joined the crowd flooding the dance floor, in hopes that Queen Bey would help him forget his heartbreak. He swayed side to side slowly, engulfed in the music. Suddenly someone started dancing on him. Mitch turned around to tell the stranger to leave him alone, but his words dried up when he saw the stranger. The man was about 6 feet tall, had the most mesmerizing blue eyes Mitch had ever seen, and enough muscles to make him swoon for days. Mitch grinned. Maybe this night wouldn't be as horrible as he thought.
The song ended and Mitch walked back to his seat at the bar, feeling happier than he had been the whole day. "Hey beautiful" a man said next to him. He turned around, surprised to see the gorgeous man from the dance floor. Mitch shyly nodded and took a sip from his drink. "You're good with your hips, beautiful." The man flirted. In a burst of courage that was probably the alcohol Mitch flirted back. "You're pretty amazing with your hips too." The man leaned in and growled "Wanna know what else I'm good at with my hips?" in his ear
Mitch bit his lip, watching as the man's eyes trailed down to his lips. "Depends on if I get to know your name." He teased. The blond grinned. "My name's Scott. And what might your name be, beautiful?" Scott asked.
"Mitch" he said looking shyly up into Scott's eyes. Scott pulled Mitch into a heated, frantic kiss. They got up and stumbled towards the bathroom. Twenty minutes later both of them came out of the bathroom, panting with their clothes disheveled and hair all messed up. "Well this was fun." Mitch panted,leaning against a wall.
Scott nodded. "Hey I have a question. I want to get to know such a gorgeous person better, and a club isn't the best place to get to know someone. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometimes?" He asked hopefully. Mitch smiled and nodded. "Here give me your phone number and I'll let you know when's a good time." The two boys exchanged their numbers and promised to let each other know when they could meet up. "I gotta go, but I'll see you around, yeah?" Scott said as he walked away.
Mitch smiled and nodded, smiling after the blond. He hoped that something long lasting would come out from this.
A/N: I feel like this is one of the worst ones I've written. Oh well
