Seven Levels Below

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Mitch woke to the soft sound of the bathroom door clicking shut. He stretched and sighed at the feeling of the cool sheets sliding against his warm skin. The room was filled with a gentle morning light, coming from the balcony doors, which Scott must have propped open. He could smell a light floral breeze as the curtains fluttered slightly. He closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pillow, content to just relax. He had almost drifted back to sleep when he heard the door open and Scott walk back over.

He rolled over and immediately frowned. "What is up with you putting all these clothes on? It's like every time I turn around, you've found another pair of pants."

Sure, it was only a fresh pair of sweatpants and a tank top, but Mitch was still naked. It's just not fair.

Scott leaned on the side of the bed and Mitch felt his heart flutter at the unfiltered affection in Scott's gaze.

"Sorry. I kinda figured that I should put clothes on to leave the room. I went and asked Lauren if she could cover my work today, 'cause I want to hang out with you and lounge around all morning."

"I thought you had the day off?" Mitch raised an eyebrow.

The corner of Scott's mouth twitched up. "My days off and your days off are a little different. But I pinky promise, I've got all day off Mitch-style now."

"You didn't have to do that, Scott." Scott's job was ridiculously important, and Mitch was very aware of how dedicated Scott was to doing the best job he could, all the time. Handing over his work for an entire day must have been a challenge for him, and Mitch didn't want to be an obstacle in Scott's productivity.

"Yeah, but I wanted to." The serious look on Scott's face made it clear that he knew exactly what Mitch was worried about. "I really do need a day off after yesterday, and there's not much for Lauren to do anyway. Besides, you're literally naked and in my bed. Why would I ever try to pass that up?" Scott laughed and dodged the smack Mitch aimed for him. "Does that mean you wanna fight some more?"

Mitch glared at Scott, batting his eyes and puckering his lips in an exaggerated attempt to get Mitch to agree. "Nah." Mitch snuggled into the blankets. "I'm too comfy to move."

Scott narrowed his eyes and shrugged. "Fine. I guess I'll just go shower... all alone..."

Mitch watched as Scott sauntered back over to the bathroom, shedding his shirt on the way and leaving Mitch drooling at the ripple of muscle in those shoulders. The pants were kicked off inside the bathroom, and the door was almost immediately swung almost all the way shut, preventing Mitch from being able to watch anymore.

Mitch tried to wait as long as he could, but he could hear the shower and he really wouldn't mind seeing a wet Scott again. He growled at himself as he felt his limbs betray his stubbornness and start to twitch towards the side of the bed. Fine.

Mitch slid into the shower behind Scott and opened his mouth to defend his pretend-reluctant appearance, but didn't get farther than parting his lips before he was pushed up against the shower wall and a mouth was covering his.

He grabbed at Scott's arms to keep himself balanced at the quick motion, but clung on once he was settled against the wall. He let out a whine of protest when his grip was loosened by Scott pulling back. Scott had a gleam in his eye that had Mitch swallowing thickly.

Before he could say anything, Scott was dropping to his knees and grabbing at Mitch's hips, effectively bringing his already compromised mental capacity (see: a dripping wet and naked Scott) to a complete stop.

"Is this okay?"

Mitch almost had to fight his tongue to get it to move and not just hang out of his mouth, drooling all over the image under him. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes—"