Time After Time

Trusting You

After their friends had left the apartment, Scott and Mitch were left sitting on their couch, petting their cat, which was squashed in between the pair, purring loudly. Occasionally, the two men let their fingers brush together, and glanced up at one another with small smiles and a slight blush on their cheeks.  They had no intention of talking just yet – neither of them wanted to face up to anything at that moment. They just wanted to spend the day together, having fun and enjoying each other’s company. It really was that simple for them. They were completely content with spending the rest of the day relaxing with Wyatt like a cute little family. Scott grinned at the thought – he could imagine himself having a real family with his boyfriend. He blushed hard, his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson, and he stared into his lap, hoping that Mitch wouldn’t notice. Of course, it was just Scott’s luck that the countertenor caught sight of Scott staring at his denim jeans and asked him if he was okay. The blonde was unsure of how to respond coherently, embarrassed by his thoughts. He knew it was far too soon to be thinking about things like that, especially with situations as they were. He just wanted a way of proving to Mitch that he was serious about it all. Finally regaining the ability to speak, Scott mumbled into his lap.

“I’m being dumb,” his shy words carried none of his usual confidence. Mitch had an innate ability to strip Scott down to the rawest, most deeply hidden aspects of his personality, and it made the blonde feel uncomfortable. Shifting awkwardly under his boyfriends gaze, the baritone fiddled with his fingers as he waited for Mitch’s response. He felt afraid of what the brunette would say, and yet there appeared to be no logical reason for his fear. But, then again, Scott had found that he’d recently been almost constantly afraid of something stupid. He was so used to the feeling that it’d become somewhat strangely comforting. He couldn’t describe it – it was so bizarre.

His brain had started to work in overdrive again, and Scott found himself slipping out of reality, and being carried away in a wave of panic. It pulled him under rapidly, and he found himself fighting to breathe as he struggled to stay afloat. It was pulling him in as he swam against the tide, swallowing him to the very bottom and holding him down. No matter how hard he tried, he could not swim to the surface; the waves just washed over him again and again, quickly, constantly, and Scott felt as though he would surely drown. He was gasping for breath as he somehow managed to sink deeper still, and he felt that he was only seconds away from death. If he swallowed anymore water, it would surely be the end. He wasn’t sure how it appeared, but somewhere in the distance was a safety boat, and there were arms; a lifeguard. It was Mitch, dragging him to the surface, whispering words as he dragged him from his twisted mind.

“It’s okay, Scott, I’ve got you,” Mitch whispered as he held his shaking boyfriend as close to him as he could without disturbing the Sphynx cat that was still between the pair, playing the role of the sleeping barrier, the line that couldn’t truly be crossed. The blonde turned his head to face the countertenor, and Mitch had to stop himself from gasping at the older man’s bloodshot baby blues that were rimmed with red. Mitch raised a hand to gently wipe away some of Scott’s tears, his bottom lip quivering slightly at the sight that was in front of him.

He wanted to press his chewed lips against the baritone’s pair; he wanted to kiss away Scott’s pain and take it into his own body. He pulled Scott closer to him, and kissed the blonde’s cheek lightly, his lips barely brushing the skin. Scott found himself being brought, slowly but surely, back to a state where he could exist on reality once again, and let out a shuddery breath as his arms found their way around Mitch’s body. Sensing the brunette’s urge to kiss him, the baritone moved his head and ghosted his lips over Mitch’s, who promptly captured the willing lips with a devilish grin. Their mouths melted together as quiet moans escaped and hands roamed. Somewhere between the collision of their lips and the change of position, they’d pushed Wyatt to the floor, granting them the full space of the couch. Mitch was on top of Scott, but he had, after a few minutes, allowed his boyfriend to dominate the kiss. However, both men knew that the countertenor still needed some form of control. Mitch didn’t want to be underneath someone that had full control of him – he didn’t like how that felt. It was a terrifying thought for him. He appreciated how Scott had known this, even without being told of it. He appreciated how Scott cared, and how Scott was tender and yet so passionate. The brunette could feel the love that the baritone felt for him, and it made him feel complete. It was a strange feeling, one that the younger man wasn’t used to, but, despite that, it was nice. In fact, it was perfect. Their lips, their mouths, their tongues – it all fitted together so perfectly.

When they broke apart, Scott found himself smiling up at the shorter man, gazing up into his pools of brown, amazed by the way they shone with excitement yet they were glazed with lust.  The blonde reached a shaking hand up to stroke his boyfriend’s cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing his lips briefly against the brunette’s.

“You’ve nothing to thank me for,” Mitch replied, looking down at Scott’s flushed face. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a man like the baritone that he had underneath him.

“I have everything to thank you for,” Scott said sincerely, “You mean the world to me, Mitch. I promise that I’ll never hurt you, I’ll never leave you, I’ll never say anything that will upset you and I’ll make sure that you’re happy, because, without you, I don’t know where I’d be... or who I’d be.” There were tears in both men’s eyes as their lips met again in a brief, yet meaningful kiss.

“I trust you, Scott. I trust you because you’re my world,” Mitch murmured. He was amazed by his own thoughts – for the first time in forever, he truly trusted Scott with every inch of his body. He didn’t feel ashamed of himself, he didn’t feel damaged. He felt appreciated and respected and he knew that, no matter what, he was going to fight whatever it was that was scaring Scott.