The Stray Omega

Workout

Mitch turned over in the sheets and ran his hands along Scott's broad back. 

"Alpha?" He whispered. He realized Scott was still dead asleep and moved forward, wrapping his arms around Scott's torso and kissed his shoulder blade, falling asleep soon after. 

After a few hours, Mitch woke up again and noticed his face was on Scott's chest instead of back. 

"Good morning, Omega." Scott mumbled, kissing Mitch's head. Mitch looked up and smiled tiredly. 

"Good morning." Mitch pushed himself up and yawned lowly. He stepped off the bed and went to the dresser to get a clean pair of underpants. 

"I like the view." Scott turned over on the bed to stare at Mitch's backside. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Mitch shook his hips lightly before pulling his boxers on and strutting to the bed to straddle his Alpha's hips. "Breakfast?" 

"McDonald's?" Scott placed his hands behind his head and stared up at Mitch with loving eyes. 

"It's too late. They would've ended it already." Scott groaned and leaned his head back in agony. 

"Alright, alright. Come on, I'll make omelets. Little after birthday treat." Scott waited until Mitch climbed off of him and he stood up. 

"Naked?" 

"Good sight." Scott shrugged and pointed towards the dresser. "Boxers, please?" Mitch hurried to the dresser and opened Scott's drawer to take out a pair of boxers and toss them to the blond. 

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Mitch took his plate back as Scott finished cutting his food for him and ate slowly.

"Taste good?" Scott asked, stuffing his mouth with a third of his omelette.

"Very." Scott finished his food a lot sooner than Mitch did, though he stayed at the table, admiring Mitch in his early morning form. Bed head, lightly chapped lips and marks from the bed still on his arms. He ran his finger along the marks and chuckled lowly. 

"Hey." Mitch mumbled and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. Scott stared at it and ran his finger along Mitch's lip. He noticed it was swollen and small healing bite marks were still able to be seen in good lighting.

"Watch that lip biting, love. Don't want to damage your lips too badly." Scott said.

"Yes, sir." Mitch tugged at his lip subconsciously and stood up to grab his and Scotts plates to take them to the sink and wash them.

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"Scott?" Mitch went upstairs and he peeked into Scott's room. The Alpha was standing in front of his mirror, a towel on his waist as he stared at himself, not moving a muscle. He looked into the mirror and noticed a few sparkling tears streaks on his Alpha's cheeks.

Mitch slowly pushed the door open and walked over, wrapping his arms around Scott's torso and kissing his back. "Alpha... Are you thinking about what those guys said at the restaurant?"

"I can't help it..." Mitch hummed and ran his hands along Scotts chest and abdomen. "It's true what they say, Mitch. We're in the middle of the war, if anything, I could get called back anytime, anywhere. I need to be ready for it."

"If you really want to get back into working out, I can help you. Though you're pretty strong as it is." Mitch offered, squeezing the back of Scott's arms before going over to the bed to sit down.

"I don't need help. Plus the workouts we do, you wouldn't be able to survive them." Scott mumbled. He took off his towel and wiped himself down before changing into a a tank top and basketball shorts.

"No, I mean make you stuff. Like healthy smoothies and help you keep your feet down when you do sit ups."

Scott smiled at the lit hint of innocence in Mitch's voice and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Do you remember how to order stuff off my phone? You can get what you want from the store from there for your smoothies." Scott pointed to where his phone was on the bedside table.

Mitch gasped and was quick to grab the phone before he ran over to Scott and leaned up to kiss his jaw since that was all he could reach at his height. "Hey. Lean your head down so I can kiss you."

"Yes, ma'am." Scott smiled and leaned down so Mitch could kiss him before the boy ran out of the room, saying a quick thank you before he did. "No running down the stairs! We don't need another rolled ankle!" Scott shouted quickly.

"Yes sir!" Mitch yelled back.

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"Just one more, Alpha." Mitch said. He was watching Scott do his workout in the living room, keeping count of his push and sit ups for him. Scott took in a deep breath and did his final push up before getting up and collapsing on the couch. Luckily Mitch put the towel down before hand so Scott's sweat didn't seep into the cushions.

"Good job." Mitch smiled and walked over with a cool ice pack and a yeti cup full of water.

"I didn't think it'd be this hard to work out." Scott groaned, sitting up and placing the ice pack on top of his head as he took the cup and sipped.

"You took half a year off, Scott." Mitch pointed out.

"Hmm. I'm going to shower. If you want you can watch t.v in my room while you wait." Mitch followed Scott up to his room and he crawled on the bed and under the sheets. Scott departed to the restroom and started his shower.

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