A Reunion of Lips

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Surprise: I wrote a sequel! I'm not posting this one all at once (50% because I need to finish editing it as I go yet, and 50% because I'm evil mwahahaha). Fair warning: this one is a bit darker and angstier than the first one, so if that's not your thing, kissies and I wish you luck finding another book soon! If it is your thing, strap on those seatbelts and get ready to rock and roll. I am also once again begging you to tell me what you think! Your comments and feedback mean the WORLD to me and I love you all!!!

 One last thing: this is your random reminder to remember that this is all just for fun, and please respect the lives and privacy of all of these people! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

There were fingers digging into his shoulders, trailing down his spine, smoothing over his warm skin. He sighed and relaxed into the touch for a few minutes before he cracked an eye open. He peered over his shoulder to where he could feel the weight of Scott sitting across his thighs.

"You gonna join me?" Mitch patted the side of the small bed.

Scott didn't stop tracing his fingers across Mitch's back. "Nah, I'm good. I went to bed way before you did last night, remember?"

Mitch nodded into the mattress. "Well, can you blame me? Kirstie and I have only left the Capital a few times, let alone Asdria. We wanted to look out the windows."

Scott's chuckle felt a lot like the gentle rumble of the train. "I really wanted to stay up and watch you. Hm. That sounded creepy—you know what I mean."

Mitch smiled and pushed himself over so he was facing Scott. He reached up and made grabby hands, rolling his eyes at Scott's, "I literally have no clue what you want", before grabbing him and pulling him down so he was laying on top of him.

"I don't want to squish you!"

"You won't squish me. I can breathe just fine."

"Unless I..."

Mitch smacked the hand tracing down his side towards the sensitive skin on his stomach Scott knew damn well not to tickle.

"I will put a shirt on."

"Uh-uh." Scott's hand retreated. "You will not."

Mitch felt Scott's head lift slightly off his chest and he could picture the heavy look in Scott's eyes before he even heard the suggestion he knew was coming.

"You know what you should do though?"

"Lemme guess. Take my pants off?" Mitch raised an eyebrow at the excited look he got from the man still sprawled over him. "Scott, you know that's a bad idea."

"But I wanna make you feel good—"

"Scott," Mitch hissed. "Just because we are behind a closed door does not mean that we are not in a public space! Kirstie's probably taking a nap too, and her bunk is right next door!"

He could see the determination in Scott's eyes. "Well, I'm not gonna try fucking you right now—"

"Oh my god, Scott—"

"—and besides, the door is locked. No one's gonna walk in on us."

Mitch glared down at the hopeful expression that really did not help him try to talk himself out of it. "Just because they couldn't walk in doesn't mean they wouldn't hear us."

"Hear you—"

"Oh, shut up."

Scott propped himself up over Mitch. "Do you really not want to?"