A section of the cobbled path in the centre of town.....that was his home.....

When Mitch reconnects with his high school best friend Scott, who is now a super famous Grammy award winning singer, he realises how much he's changed in those five long years he hasn't seen him. Could he be developing feelings for him? Or was it all just admiration for how successful Scott has become?

"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with exertion, eyes wide with adrenaline, and his bare torso is glistening with sweat. He adjusts the grip on the pan and I see the muscles of that arm ripple underneath the monochrome sleeve that adorns it. Shit. Why the fuck did I not call for back up? (Aka the failed one shot. From the ship that sails itself.) Some content is mature. Caution advised, but specific trigger warnings will be given where appropriate. Note: AWOOGA is used to label the dirrrrrrty chapters.

A Scömìche romance ---- "So why then?" Scott asks quietly. "Why what?" Mitch replies, frowning, the question seemingly out of context. "Why aren't we together?" ---- An unashamedly fluffy story with a big ol' whack of smut and a smidge of angst for good measure. This originally started as a one-shot; Clarity. Shout out to all you gorgeous peeps who commented and enthused me to write more. A modified version of that oneshot (with extra smut, nudge, nudge, wink, wink) is now chapter 1 & the short story TLC is also part of the same timeline). I'll stick warnings on each chapter, but safe to assume that the whole thing is a bit sweary and NSFW. Oo-er. There's no update shedule; I'm a mom with a full time job, so goodness only knows when I'm going to find time to actually write this... That being said, I am totally obsessed with these boys and have recently discovered that I adore writing. So there's hope! Fingers crossed that sleep deprivation and caffeination leads to inspiration!

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

Mitch is a shy student and doesn't really have any friends at school. His home life isn't that great either. He's being abused by his father but Mr. Hoying steps up and saves him. It's a slow recovery but Mr. Hoying is there every step of the way. What happens when Scott starts to fall in love with his student? Will they be able to hide their relationship or will it all come crashing down?

"There isn't anything he wouldn't do to protect her." ** Trigger Warnings- •self harm •drinking •talk of smoking •homophobic slurs •death •heart attack •hospitals •car accidents •body image issues •smut •dirty talk •coming out struggles •bullying •yelling •fighting •crying •talk of tattoos •talk of piercings •talk of cutting •talk of scars and possibly more. Please don't read if any of this is triggering.

Scott owns a bakery. Mitch is a loyal customer. Scott is happily married, and Mitch can't change that. But fate can.

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Back again with a medium sized supernatural AU story. Not trying to reinvent the genre here, just having fun. Hope you enjoy. As it currently stands, this will have seven parts. It's almost halfway done, so I'll try and update quickly. Props to my best girl Mal for the stunning cover.