The Stray Omega

P.B & J

"Alpha! Can we go to Kirstie's today?" Mitch asked politely, swinging his legs back and forth. He sat on the bathroom counter while Scott showered and had to yell over the sound of the water.

"Do your feet still hurt?" Scott replied, shutting off the shower head and squeezing his hair to remove the water.

"No..." Mitch tried to lie and grabbed a towel from his side.

"Mitch." Scott warned, pulling the shower curtain back halfway. He held out his hand towards Mitch who placed the towel down in his palm.

"Yes, they do... But I really want to see Kirstie again."

"Maybe for dinner. Today we can relax."

Mitch nodded and hopped off the bathroom counter to hurry into Scott's room. He grabbed a clean pair of underwear and hurried back into the bathroom. He saw Scott stepping out of the shower, water droplets trailing down his chest and falling onto the bathroom mat Scott stepped on. His muscles stood out against the bright shower light and his cheeks turned pink in just two seconds. He jumped when Scott stepped forward to him.

"Thank you, Mitch." Scott grabbed the underwear and set it on the counter before facing the mirror. He cleaned his ears and glanced over at Mitch. "Do you want to stay for a show?"

Mitch took a moment to process what Scott was hinting at before his eyes went wide. "S-Sorry, Sir. I'll in the room." His face turned a deep red and he shifted his weight from foot to foot before scurrying out of the room. Scott let out a small chuckle before removing his towel.

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"P.B and J?" Scott suggested, grabbing a jar of peanut butter and a jar of grape jelly from the cabinets.

"Can we cut them in shapes?" Mitch asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet before hissing at the pain and he attempted to climb onto one of the bar stools. It took him a minute but he got on the stool and sat properly. Short people problems.

"I'll make them and you can cut? Sound fair?" Scott asked.

"Mm-hmm!"

Scott threw one of the loaves of bread onto the counter and started preparing the sandwiches. He handed a cutting board to Mitch and one of the sandwiches. He grabbed a butter knife- so Mitch wouldn't risk hurting himself- and set it on the cutting board.

"Be careful." Scott said, continuing to make the sandwiches and making sure to keep an eye on Mitch's knife cutting so if he hurt himself, he'd be able to act quickly.

Mitch finished cutting a sloppy heart and held it out. "For you, Alpha." Scott smiled and leaned forward before opening his mouth. He waited until Mitch placed the sandwich between his teeth and bit down, seeing Mitch gobble down the other half.

"You're really cute, you know?"

Mitch blushed and covered his face. Scott smiled and leaned forward, kissing the back of Mitch's hands before making the last sandwich. He placed it on the cutting board and cleaned his mess.

Mitch finished cutting the sandwiches and stood up, wincing at the pain his foot but ignored it, walking to the trashcan and scrapping the crusts of the sandwiches into it. Then be walked to the sink and cleaned the cutting board and knife before setting it on the drying rack.

"Come on, Mitch. To the couch, we go." Scott hooked his arms around Mitch's waist and lifted him into the air. Mitch squeaked and held onto Scott's arms tightly until the two fell on the couch. Scott left to grab the sandwiches and returned with a few drinks.

"Scott, can we watch a movie?"

"Of course, little one. What do you like?" Scott sat on the couch and pulled on the coffee table, the top of it lifting and pulling forward towards Scott and Mitch. He set down their plate of sandwiches and drinks and grabbed the t.v remote.

"Cartoons." Mitch cuddled up to Scott's side and pointed towards a blanket. Scott grabbed the blanket and threw it over the two.

"How about... "Scott's lips puckered up as he flicked through the movie channels. "Frozen?"

Mitch let out a soft gasp. "I love that movie! Olaf's my favorite."

"Frozen it is." Scott turned the movie on and brought Mitch closer to him.

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"Mitchie? It's dinner time and we've watched enough movies for today. Want to go to Kirstie's and spend the night over there?" Scott asked, shutting off the t.v.

"Really?!" Mitch perked up and stared Scott in the eyes

"Yep. Let me call them and see if they want us to pick up some food along the way. What do you like?"

"I'm fine with whatever, Alpha but I usually prefer Mexican or Chinese. Oh, I heard Indian is really good."

"Let's go with Chinese. I could go some lo mein."

"Can we share, Alpha? They usually give big servings. "

"Of course. I'll order two just in case we get hungry again later on."

Mitch smiled and stood up, rushing to Scott's room and grabbing his phone. He ran back to the couch and gently placed the phone in Scott's lap before pecking his cheek.

"How old are you, Mitch?"

"18, sir."

Scott gripped the back of Mitch's head and pulled him forward, slamming their lips together in a smooth kiss. 

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