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Perfectly Imperfect

For: hollafood

"Mitch, do you wanna go swimming?" Scott asked his best friend, who was laying on the couch next to him with his feet on Scott's lap. Mitch scrunched up his nose but then nodded. 

"Sure, why not," He responded. Scott stood up and stretched, being careful to not jostle Mitch's legs. Scott scratched his back. 

"Do you wanna use Mario's pool or go to the beach?" Scott asked. 

"Listen. Momma does not wanna get sand in her Gucci swimwear," Mitch said, causing Scott to laugh. There was a part of Scott that was telling him that Mitch was one hundred percent serious. they went into their seperate bedrooms to get ready. Mitch dug through his closet and found a pair of magenta swimming shorts with white strings on the front. He pulled them on and then searched for a shirt. He grimaced as he took a long look at himself in his body length mirror from IKEA. He loved the mirror.. but he didn't love what he saw in the mirror. When he looked at himself, he didn't see what he used to be. He knew he wasn't fat, his weight and shape proved it. 

But Mitch was still not happy. He still had faint stretch marks on his stomach and sometimes he felt like he was too skinny. He was disgusted with himself, despite constant reminder that he was 'perfect' and flawless. And on days when he was careless and completely filled with happiness, he didn't mind how he looked in the mirror. Other days.. not so much. He just tried to deal with it. 

He still saw pudge and he still saw imperfections on his body that he just wanted to make go away. Just like that, with the snap of his fingers. But it wasn't going to happen, and he knew it. He sighed and threw on a black tank top. He exited his room and then bumped into Scott, who was also wearing a tank top, a white one, and baby blue swimming trunks. Scott walked in front of Mitch and Mitch slapped his ass as he walked by. When Scott turned back to scowl at him, Mitch only winked and sauntered towards the front door. 

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They got to Mario's place and knocked on his door. Mario wasn't rich, but he lived with two of his friends, which was beneficial for the quality of their home. Once the hellos and nice to see yous were set aside, they got down to business. They went to Mario's porch and got everything set up. They were about to ask Mario if he wanted to join them, but Mario stepped outside to take a call. 

"Guys, I gotta go. One of my friends wants me to arrange something with themm so I'm gonna head out. I trust you two, if you end up leaving just make sure you lock the door," Mario said. Scott and Mitch both nodded. 

"Looks like we're alone," Mitch said. Scott nodded. "Want me to put sun lotion on your back?" 

"Yes please," Scott said. He laid on his stomach on a nearby pool chair (there was only like four) and Mitch came up behind him. Mitch bit his lip, wondering how he would be able to have easy access to Scott's back. The only reasonable way was for him to climb on Scott's back, and that's what he did. He sat on the rise of Scott's ass with his legs at each side of Scott's torso. Scott didn't react, but he felt Scott shift a little bit. Mitch grabbed the sunscreen and squirted some on his hand, then setting the bottle aside. He placed some on Scott's back and began rubbing it in, making sure to cover most of Scott's back and neck and arms. Last time Scott had gotten sunburn, he had complained forever, and Mitch was not there for that. 

Once Mitch was done, Scott did the same for Mitch. Mitch pulled his shirt up so only his back was visible. Instead of Scott on Mitch's back, Mitch was sitting in between Scott's legs while Scott applied the lotion to Mitch's back. 

- 

Scott was swimming around, diving under water every now and then while Mitch sat on a pool chair. "Come in the water, it's not cold!" Scott exclaimed. Mitch shook his head. 

"Nah," He replied. 

"Miiiiitch," Scott whined. "We came to the pool for a reason." Mitch shrugged. 

"Pleeeeease," Scott begged. Mitch shook his head and looked away from Scott. Scott could tell that there was something wrong with Mitch. He climbed out of the pool, not minding the water that dripped from his hair and back. He walked over to Mitch and sat down on the pool chair next to him. He grabbed Mitch's hand in his own. 

"What's wrong?" Scott asked quietly. Mitch tried pulling his hand away but Scott didn't let him. "Tell me what's wrong." Mitch bit his lip. 

"It's- it's nothing," Mitch said hesitantly. 

"Mitch."

"Scott."

"Tell me." 

"Fine!" Mitch snapped. "I don't want to get in the pool because I hate the way my body looks, okay? I just hate it. I hate everything." Scott frowned. 

"You're perfect," He said. 

"But I'm not, and that's the problem!" Mitch said. "I hate what I see in the mirror." 

"Hey," Scott said. He grabbed Mitch's chin and forced Mitch's eyes to meet his own. "You're perfect. I promise you. I'm your best friend, and I would never ever lie to you. It's okay that you don't love yourself. No one is going to force you to love yourself, but I'm going to do my damn best to get you to believe it." Then, without warning, He scooped Mitch up and set him down so he was standing. He pulled Mitch's shirt over his head and then picked him up again. he ran to the pool and all Mitch could do was cling to Scott's neck and hold his breath as he felt the water hit him. Scott's arms were still around Mitch when they reached the surface. 

Mitch sputtered and spit water out, and he felt his hair dripping over his face. "Scott! Why'd you do that?" He exclaimed. 

""I had to get you in the water somehow," Scott said, smiling. He found himself nose to nose with Scott and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Scott's. When they broke apart, they were both speechless. 

"Just kiss me again," Scott said, and Mitch happily obliged. They were both unaware that at that moment, Mario had just come home, only to see the two men making out in his pool. He shook his head but smiled, walking away to give them privacy. 

idk how much i'll be able to update anymore so two updates yAy