When Scott had walked into Mitch’s bedroom, the sight of the small tenor who was curled up on the floor broke his heart. When Scott had approached the crumbled heap, his body had started to shake. When Scott spoke to Mitch, he felt nothing but pure guilt. He’d wanted time, and instead he’d almost lost his friend. When he’d finally managed to force out those five words, he felt his heart shatter.
“You don’t need to lie,” Mitch had told him, “You don’t have to pretend,” and, Scott, who’d been fighting back tears, let the liquid fall.
“I mean it, Mitch,” the blonde cried, but Mitch didn’t believe the older man.
“Just let me go, Scott,” the small countertenor sobbed, “I’ll be fine.”
“I can’t,” the baritone murmured, reaching out to the other man. He pulled Mitch upright and pulled the younger man into his chest, “I’ll never let you go,” but Mitch’s hands were pushing at Scott’s chest, trying to break free of the grip. Their loud, harsh sobs and panicked breaths filled the apartment as Mitch struggled. Scott showed no sign of relenting; if he was going to lose the brunette, he had to hold him one last time. Growing weaker, Mitch’s assault on his friend’s chest began to slow, and he let out a strangled sob as he gripped Scott t-shirt tightly, forcing his face into the fabric to mop up a few of his tears.
“I don’t want you to lie to me,” Mitch murmured, his voice muffled by the material in his hands.
“I’m not,” Scott managed to say as he held the countertenor close, “I’d never lie... I can’t lose you. I need you - I love you. It’s taken so long for me to understand, but I think I have for a while - even though I didn’t know.” Mitch let out a breath that he’d been holding, and released the other man’s shirt from his grasp before wrapping his arms around his taller friend. The change of positions caused the pair to fall over, Mitch on top of Scott, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he gazed down at the older man’s face. He moved his hand gently to wipe away a few of Scott’s tears before cupping his cheek.
“I believe you,” he whispered as he briefly pressed his lips against the baritone’s. He was nervous - no, he was terrified that Scott would still reject him, but he couldn’t resist. Lost in his thoughts, he was caught by surprise as Scott leaned up to kiss him, capturing his lips in the way that he’d captured his heart. The blonde reached one hand up to Mitch’s neck, the other resting on the other man’s back. The kiss was frantic, desperate, needy, the pair grasping and gasping as their lips met and their tongues touched. Finally breaking the kiss, Mitch smiled down at Scott as their heavy breaths combined. He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Scott’s nose and felt his eyes well up once again. He shook his head when he noticed Scott’s frown.
“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” the blonde whispered, the terror evident in both his voice and his blue eyes.
“No, I’m j-just... I’m happy, so happy. I can’t believe – I,” Mitch blubbered as Scott pulled the smaller man down so that the brunette could rest his head on the baritone’s chest.
“Does this make us boyfriends?” Scott wondered aloud, stroking Mitch’s hair.
“Only if you want,” Mitch whispered as the fear of rejection crept back in, the doubt returning.
“I do, Mitch,” Scott smiled, staring at the top of the countertenor’s head. Mitch let out sound of relief and looked up at Scott. He looked up at his boyfriend.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet,” Mitch murmured, pressing his lips against the blonde’s. They rolled over onto their sides, kissing slowly and sweetly as they held one another close. The sea of the brunette’s belongings and the layers of raw egg and milk that covered Mitch no longer mattered. They had each other.
“I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize,” Scott said softly when they finally broke apart, holding the other man close to his body.
“You’ve never been good at noticing things,” Mitch smiled, letting out a little chuckle.
“Oh, now that’s not true,” the blonde gasped, feigning offense. Mitch couldn’t hold back his laughter at Scott’s pout, and began to giggle.
“Your face – I can’t!” he managed to say, raising one hand to cover his mouth.
“Oh, now you’re laughing at my face?” Scott continued with his act, before smirking, “I’m gonna get you.” He tickled Mitch, who let out a feminine squeal and tried to push the blonde away.
“Scott!” the countertenor whined as he struggled, and all Scott could do was laugh until his moved his hands away. Scott then pulled the other man in close to his chest and kissed the top of his head.
“I’m glad to have you back.”
“I’m glad to have you.”
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Time After Time
ФанфікиTime after time, it's always the same for Mitch. He needs something different, something new. But does the new have to be unfamiliar? Is what he's really looking for closer than he thinks?
