It's not even Christmas (On Hold)

It's not even Christmas part 2

*(Scott's POV)*

I woke up with Mitch snuggled up at my side. He always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I stared at his beautiful face and thought how incredibly lucky I was. I didn't want to wake him yet, he was probably still really tired.

I thought over my plans from yesterday. I felt bad that I wasn't with Mitch at the studio but I had an appointment with a cat breeder.

I had noticed Mitch seemed a bit off lately. I'm around as often as I can be but I can see that he feels lonely, so this was my chance to make him happy.

Since Mitch always talks about Sphynx cats I had been planning to get one for him as a gift; it may only be August, but it's never too early for Christmas presents.

So yesterday I was with the cat breeder, I was there to look at the little creatures and choose one. I still had to wait 2 weeks until the little kittens could be taken away from their mother but it wasn't really a problem.

I left the house at the same time as Mitch and stayed until 6PM. I played with all the kittens for hours until I managed to find the perfect one. He was the cutest little thing, I just wanted to hide him in my shirt and run away, but of course I didn't do that.

I couldn't wait until I could bring him home to Mitch, he's going to love it.

When I got home yesterday I was expecting the apartment to be vacant and of course it was. In the hours I spent waiting for Mitch, I realized that I felt sort of lonely. Maybe the cat will be a good thing for me too, i'm hoping it'll bring us even closer together.

I looked over at Mitch 'he's so damn cute' I smile at my thoughts. I look at the clock on my bed side table, it read 12:06PM. It's probably time for us to wake up, we have some things we need to take care of today.

I gently pushed him off of me so that now he was underneath me. I was inbetween his legs, rubbing up and down his thighs soothingly.

"Babe..." I kissed his collar bone and moved my hands upwards underneath his shirt. "It's time to wake up..." I whispered against his neck.

"Hmmm..." He hummed softly, still half asleep. I kissed up his neck some more, licking, biting and blowing warm air on his sensitive spots all while rubbing his stomach.

"Mnnn....Scott..." He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down to whisper in my ear the sweet sound that was my name.

"Mitch, it's time to get up" I pecked his lips and pushed his sweater upwards. He still had his eyes closed, I felt his arms loosen around my neck "...10...10 more minutes mom..." he mumbled. I realized he was falling asleep again.

I chuckled at his cuteness "I'm not mom, you're mom, I'm dad, remember?" I joked. No response. I smirked and put my mouth close to his ear and bit it gently. This was his weakest point, I licked it and gently blew on it. He flinched and moaned loudly.

He shot his eyes wide open and covered his mouth in embarrassment, the blush creeping up to his cheeks. "Scott, you jerk" he pushed my shoulder and I laughed at his reaction.

"It's not funny."

He frowned and started to get up, pulling his sweater back into place. "Oh come on, I was just trying to wake you up. You were being stubborn and that was the only thing I could think of to wake you"

I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, nuzzeling my head into his shoulder.

"Please don't be mad at me?" I mumbled against his sweater.

He patted my head and held one of my hands; 'his hand feels odd...' "I'm not mad at you, not over something so little" He turned around and held both my hands, he kissed me sweetly on the lips.

Once again, the feeling of one of his hands didn't feel right. I pulled away from his lips and looked at his hands, one was covered with his long sleeve sweater and the other one was bare.

His left hand that was covered with his sweater seemed....swollen?

I looked at his face, but his eyes were looking anywhere but my face; he was nervous. But why?

I slowly lifted the sleeve on his left hand and saw that it was bandaged thickly, thats why it felt swollen.

"Mitch?....." I looked at his face again, then back down at his hand. "...Why is your hand bandaged?" I asked slowly.

He looked really nervous now, his cheeks were red and he was looking down at his feet. I lifted his chin up so that he could look me in the eyes.

"Mitch. Why is your hand bandaged?" I asked, my tone more demanding.

"I-I...umm..I can explain..." He stuttered.

A/N To be continued