When You Need Me | Scomiche

Chapter 14

     Mitch was in the shower when it dawned on him that he hadn't heard from Beau yet. He thought for sure he would have gotten an angry phone call or text wanting to know why, but nothing came. What if Beau hasn't seen the letter? Mitch shook his head. He had to have, I left it taped to the fridge and there's no way hungover Beau didn't go looking for food. He sighed, deciding on the thought that Beau was just too upset to talk to him right now. Mitch really did feel terrible about how he ended things. There's that headache again.

     When he left the bedroom after putting sweats on, he was surprised by the pleasant smell from the kitchen. His stomach growled. He walked up behind the man at the stove and wrapped his arms around him.

     "Hey, Mitchie." Scott looked over his shoulder but only could see a mess of unbrushed, damp hair.

     "That smells amazing. When will it be ready?" Mitch let go and moved to Scott's side peering down into the pan that Scott was stirring.

     "Right now. What do you want to drink? I have water, soda, wine..." He trailed off.

     "Wine would be great, thanks. Point me to the plates and forks?" Scott pointed to a couple of cupboards and grabbed the wine from the fridge along with two wine glasses from the rack on the counter. Mitch set the table and Scott brought the food and drinks over. 

     Mitch didn't talk much considering he was shoveling food into his mouth and Scott was happy just watching him eat like he hadn't been fed for a month. After Scott finished, they cleared the table together and rinsed the dishes.

     "Are you ready to go to sleep now? I'm sure your day was more stressful than mine and I'm exhausted." Scott leaned against the countertop and watched as Mitch placed the plates back where he found them. Task finished, he turned to Scott.

     "Yeah, I think so." His hand rubbed the back of his neck and he looked at the ground. He could see out of the corner of his eye Scott approaching and felt a warm hand on his back when the man arrived. It lightly pushed him towards the hallway and he obliged, walking in that direction.

     There must've been a silent agreement Mitch was staying in Scott's room with him.

      Mitch was already under the covers by the time Scott slipped his jeans off, pulled his shirt over his head and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to the lamp to turn it off and slid over next to Mitch. He left space in case that is what Mitch needed but Mitch wasn't having it. He rolled to face Scott, who was facing him, and scooted until his head was tucked in the same spot it was when they were on the couch and arms were snugly wrapped around him. The last thing he remembered was feeling a kiss press to his head. He was out like a light.

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     Scott cracked his eyes open when he became aware of a hand lightly brushing up and down his. Goosebumps broke out on his skin and he smiled. He was on his stomach facing away from Mitch but could feel the younger man pressed up against him from head to toe. It felt so right to be waking up next to Mitch. This is how it always should have been, Scott thought. Mitch was a ball of confidence and sass and he always felt more himself when around him. He took a sharp breath in when Mitch's fingers passed a tickle spot and felt Mitch chuckle against him. Mitch brushed over the spot again and Scott twitched and grunted to get him to stop. Mitch laughed out loud at that.

     "Okay, Scotty, I'll leave you alone." Mitch's voice was angelic. Clear as a summer day, calling him to the land of the awake.

     "No." Scott didn't want him to stop. This siren already had him under his spell.