Time After Time

Sweetest Kiss

Mitch was sitting on the couch, watching YouTube videos on his laptop with Scott. The blonde had an arm around the younger man's shoulders, and the pair were both laughing, wide grins on their lips.

"Oh, my God! She's - God, she won't- Ew, what the fuck?" Mitch managed in between laughter and looks of disgust.

"That's so gross," Scott said, chucking slighty, "I think we should find something else to watch."

"You are so right," the brunette agreed, typing random words into the search bar.

"You won't find a video like that," Scott grinned. Mitch rolled his eyes, but turned his head to press his lips against the other man's, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. After their earlier conversation, the pair had tried their best to lighten the mood, but had found themselves feeling a little better, even without the distraction. Opening up to Scott and sharing some of his past with the baritone had felt amazing. Sure, it was terrifying, but being able to talk about what he'd been through made him feel as if some of his chains had been shed. He was gradually freeing himself from his past. He didn't have to hide everything from the man be loved any more, and just that alone was a relief.

However, it didn't stop his mind, that was still working overtime to insult him. He still couldn't understand why the blonde wanted him, of all people. Scott was gorgeous - he could have anyone on the planet, and yet he'd chosen Mitch. Mitch couldn't stop himself from grinning. He was so lucky, and, oh, boy, did he know it. The taller man had noticed the way Mitch was staring into space, smiling to himself, and let out a quiet chuckle, "Mitch? What're you smiling at?"

"Oh," Mitch was startled and a little flustered. He bit back a laugh as he blushed, "it's n-nothing."

"Really?" Scott smirked. Mitch's blush deepened.

"I just can't believe how lucky I am," Mitch whispered, leaning his head onto Scott's shoulder. The older man pulled the brunette closer to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"I think you'll find that I'm the lucky one," Scott smiled, pressing his nose into the countertenor's brunette locks. Mitch somehow managed to turn even more red, and found himself unable to deny his boyfriend's words. He'd been left speechless and amazed. Did he really mean that much to Scott? He found himself smiling even more widely, giggling softly as he thought about Scott's words. No one had ever made him feel so... appreciated. Scott made him feel as if he mattered. He reached up and stroked the blonde's cheek, and Scott lifted his head from the top of Mitch's, which enabled the younger man to capture the baritone's in a swift movement.

The kiss was slow and it was sweeter than any other kiss either man had experienced. It was so full of love, and promise and it was every word that neither man could say, everything they were holding back was being released in that kiss. Mitch twisted his body around at awkward angle to prevent the laptop from falling to the floor as he placed stroked Scott's cheek before moving his hand back a little further to hold his neck. Scott deepened kiss, running his tongue along his boyfriend's lip, politely asking for entrance. The request was promptly accepted, and, somehow, within the next few seconds, the pair had completely switched positions. Scott was on top of Mitch, and the laptop was somewhere on the floor. Neither man cared, both two wrapped up in hands and skin and lips and tongue. When they finally separated, pulling apart to come up for air, they shared a look of love that filled their damaged hearts with hope.

Mitch shyly bit his bottom lip as Scott gazed down at him, the pair of them still breathing erratically, their breaths mingling and merging. Scott reached out and intertwined his fingers with Mitch's, smiling softly. Mitch grinned, open-mouthed and the smile reached his brown eyes. In that moment, there was no hurt, no pain. There was only Scott, and Scott's lips and Scott's hands and Scott's smile. Nothing else mattered. And from the sparkle in Scott's blue orbs, he could tell that Scott felt the same. Mitch leaned up pressed his lips to Scott's intoxicating pair, and Scott kissed him softly before pressing his face into the brunette's neck. Mitch could feel the baritone's breath against his skin, and it sent shivers running down his spine.

"I mean it. I love you," Mitch said breathlessly as Scott placed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's neck.

"And I meant it too. I love you," Scott whispered. Mitch was already addicted to this painkiller, this tall, blonde painkiller that had stolen his heart. For the first time in forever, Mitch could see himself in a healthy relationship. He didn't care about how the thoughts would probably return as soon as he was alone. He didn't care if it didn't last. He didn't care what happened if he got hurt. All that mattered was that moment, where he had Scott, and Scott had him. Because at that moment, he could truly say that he was somewhere close to feeling happy.