Mitch has been really stressed lately. Maybe it's just the strain of our lifestyle, but he's just been super off for the last two weeks. It makes me sad to see him struggle like this.
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"Baby..."
"Five more minutes Scott, I promise. Just let me make this one last call and I will be right there." That's how I know things are getting too much for him. No "Scooter", no "Stacy", no "Scottie". Just "Scott". I must hold an intervention. Soon.
I grab my keys and wallet and head out the door just as my poor Mitchie sighs and runs his hands through his hair for the thousandth time today.
At the grocery store I pick up a bottle of wine, some of those fancy chocolate covered strawberries, and finally, MALEFICENT. We've been needing to own this movie since it came out, I cannot believe we're so late.
Once I'm done there, I find the nearest REI(last place I ever thought I'd go), and buy two of those hella warm sleeping bags they use in Germany or wherever. The last thing I need can only be found in heaven a.k.a Lush, which is a mint lotion that relieves tension in the muscles and helps sleep. Mitch hasn't been doing that so well lately either.
Spoils in tow, I head back to the apartment only to see a note on the counter telling me that Mitch had to meet Esther somewhere to figure out the arrangements for the hotels on our next tour. Geez, my poor boy.
With Mitch gone, I begin to set up the living room. I start by moving the coffee table out of the way and pushing the couch forward a little, then spreading the sleeping bags onto the ground in front of the TV. The wine and strawberries go onto a tray that is placed in the middle of our pallet, the lotion set just within reach and the movie already in the player. I pile all of the pillows we have and three of our softest blankets next to the sleeping bags and wait for my love's return.
Half an hour later I hear the dead bolt turn over and quickly close Twitter, sighing when I hear Mitch talking to someone on the phone. He turns the corner and steps into the living room, eyes closed and one hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He still hasn't seen it.
"No, we need SEVEN rooms...English, please. Okay, let me call her and then I'll get right back to you. Thank you. Goodbye. Oh, hey Sco.... what's all this?" He asks, sliding his hand through his hair and shoving his phone in his pocket.
"Consider it a giant de-stress package. I know the past couple of weeks have been really strenuous for you, and I wanted to make it better. How does a movie/massage/wine and strawberries night sound?" His eyes light up at massage, but I can already see him reaching for his buzzing phone again.
"Scott, you know I would love to, but I've got this guy that won't stop calling me about our hotel reservations and-" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his in a gentle kiss, sliding my hands up and down his sides as his fist into my shirt. My right hand moves slowly lower and pulls the phone out of his back pocket, turning it off and tossing it onto the couch while our kiss continues.
Mitch makes a small sound in the back of his throat and melts into me, stepping closer and threading his fingers through my hair. After a few minutes he breaks our kiss and lays his head on my chest, arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
"How about it?" I ask again quietly, knowing there's a 99 percent chance his head hurts.
"It sounds glorious, Scottie."
I lead him over to the pallet and lay him down, reveling in his happy sigh as he relaxes against the soft fabric. He closes his eyes when I slowly begin to unbutton his shirt, following my fingers with kisses down his chest. When his shirt is thrown somewhere to the side, I flip him over and straddle his narrow hips. The muscles are visibly knotted under his skin, causing his shoulders and lats to look swollen and uncomfortable. The poor boy looks like he just got rolled down a mountain.
I lean forward and run my tongue from the middle of his back to the top of his spine and then blow lightly on the trail, causing goosebumps to spread over his back. Following immediately with warm lotion, the constrasing sensations cause Mitch's fists to slowly uncurl at his sides and his breathing to even to a normal pace.
At first, I simply let my hands trace the lines and curves in his back, allow my fingers to dig slightly into his spine at the dip near his waist and feel him shudder beneath me. When I can feel that he's relaxed enough, I use my knuckles and elbows to work circles into the knots of his muscles from his shoulders all the way down to the hem of his jeans, until he's practically purring under my hands.
When his back feels usable again, I scatter a few kisses across his shoulders and neck then lift off of him. He rolls over while I remove my shirt then pull him onto my chest, letting him close his eyes while I run my fingers soothingly through his hair.
"Mmmm...hey...Scooter?"
"Yes Mitchie?"
"Thank you. I really needed this. It is heavenly."
"You're welcome. I'm just glad you're finally breathing right."
"Me too...I love you. A lot. Like, sometimes it scares me how much I love you." I chuckle and run my nails lightly against his scalp.
"I love you too, goofy. I love you too."
We spend the rest of the night talking and feeding each other strawberries, and finally fall asleep wrapped up in everything we've ever wanted.
A/N
Hello! A few things.
1. If you haven't read Midge the Neko yet, DO IT.
2. LoveMeSomeOTPs has these one-shots that are really mature and made me very uncomfortable at first, but then I got past it and THEY'RE AWESOME.
3. I love you. All of you.
That's it, I believe. Stay #fcute.
