When You Need Me | Scomiche

Chapter 23

    "Yes," Mitch said back just as forcefully.

     "I'm not going to let go so you can go call some random guy to fuck. That's not going to happen, Mitch."

     "What the actual fuck!" Mitch dropped all his weight, hoping Scott would let go. "Let me go!" Scott loosened his grip but didn't release him.

     "Please, Mitch. Stop fighting me. Just look at me. Please." Mitch stood back up and stilled his movements. He turned his head to the side to look at Scott. "It would kill me to lose you right now. I need you in my life more than I've ever needed anyone. I'm sorry for pushing you away but I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself." Mitch turned in his arms to face him, resting his palms on Scott's chest. "Don't go to James or whatever the fucks his name. I would literally combust knowing what he would be doing to you, and I would be sat here alone in my apartment." Mitch nodded slowly, much more sober now than before. "The reason I've been distant is because I don't trust myself around you. I don't trust myself to not be selfish and just take what I want because you are willing to give me whatever to make me feel better. I don't want to use you and then realize that the only reason I'm doing it is to feel something other than numb. I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love to you. Do you understand?"

     "Yes." Mitch whispered and leaned his head on Scott's chest, slipping his arms around him.

     "Now, can we please go to sleep?" Scott's voice sounded pained and Mitch leaned back to look at him.

     "Yes, we can. I'm sorry, Scott." Mitch felt bad for getting Scott angry on purpose but he can't say he regretted it. He understands now, and they can finally get back to normal, hopefully. He placed his hands on Scott's cheeks and lifted up to kiss Scott. Their lips molded together and he when he tried to make it deeper, Scott pulled away.

     "Come on, Mitch." He tugged them to bed and they settled in together, holding each other.

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     Scott slowly crawled out from the bed and made his way to the kitchen to make pancakes for Mitch, knowing he would probably still be a little drunk from last night. He saw the black jeans on the floor and picked them up and folded them, same with the jacket, and picked up the wallet and phone that was underneath. Mitch's phone was almost constantly buzzing in his hand so he looked at the screen. Tons of tweets were pouring in from fans about the pictures of them kissing at the club and Scott felt terrible, knowing that it was his fault. He shouldn't have let his jealousy get the better of him because now everyone was going to be dealing with the consequences. He did smile at the "bring back Superfruit" tweets, though. He hoped that one day they could. He also saw a million texts from Kirstie.

Kit Kat: Babe!!!!!!. I mad it home, do you can go do your man noe.!!

Kit Kat: your are so right Scott is hot when hes angry lol

     He chuckled at the drunk text and raised his eyebrows at what it said. He continued reading the texts.

Kit Kat: I canat beliebe you told that guy you were gonna fuck your boyfriend. Scott shoulda seen his face

Kit Kat: he would be proud of that curve! Tahts right! Mitch grasssi is not single and he has a hunky man at home ready to fiuck

Kit Kat: im sleepy. Have fuun with Scoyy abbe! Dobt be too naughty, santa still has to bring us presents!!!

Kit Kat: gnight Kissy Boy!!!

Kit Kat: hah. Sorry for all the drunk texts last night. But did you get to fuck your boyfriend? I'm dying to know!!