Chapter 10

Scott woke up and went to stretch, but froze. Mitch was pressed almost impossibly close to him. Scott giggled quietly, as he could tuck his arm completely around the small boy in front of him. He kissed the back of Mitch's neck, and then stared intently at the Mark spot. Scott smiled to himself, and kissed the spot softly. Mitch jolted awake. "Whatcha doin?" Scott smiled at him, and pulled his face to the side so he could lean over to kiss him. Mitch pulled away, and looked at Scott while giggling. Scott held his head up with his hand while leaning on his elbow. "What's so funny?" Mitch smiled and turned over so his body was facing Scott's. He poked Scott's chest. "You have strong, man boobies now." Mitch giggled again and covered his mouth with his hand. Scott knew very well that 'morning Mitch', was almost cuter than 'drunk Mitch'. Scott watched with fond eyes as Mitch poked Scott's nose. Scott smiled and scrunched up his face. "Why are you poking me, darling?" Mitch giggled and poked him again. "Boop, boop." Scott let out a bark of laughter. "Can 'Strong Man Boobs' have a kiss?" Mitch pouted and hummed in thought. "Only if I can see your man boobies." And then Mitch laughed. He laughed so hard he cried. And when he opened his eyes again, Scott was sitting up with his shirt off. Mitch sat up really fast and gasped. "Look at those! Flex them." "Mitch, I'm not going to flex my boobs." Scott stated flatly. Mitch giggled. He poked at Scott's chest with fascination. Scott watched and smiled down at him. He flexed for just a moment, just to see Mitch's face light up. And boy, oh boy. Mitch practically squealed. He clapped his hands excitedly, and sat on his knees on the bed in front of Scott. "Scottieee.." Mitch dragged out. "What, Mitchie?" "You're very muscular." Mitch said with a large smile. Scott shook his head fondly, and grabbed his shirt to put it back on. Mitch gasped and hugged Scott before he put the shirt on. "Scotland, can we both fit in this shirt?" Ah yes, the nicknames. That also happened in the morning. Scott already had the shirt over his head, so he just sat there awkwardly holding it up. "Well you're so damn skinny I probably wouldn't even notice you were there." Mitch giggled and pulled away from Scott's chest. "Just cuz I don't have bahoobies doesn't mean you can call me names, Scottsdale." Scott pulled his shirt on, and gasped in mock offense. "If skinny is name calling, then we should do it more often." "You like skinny?" Mitch asked. Scott grinned and kissed Mitch's forehead. "Well I like you. And you are skinny. So I suppose I do like skinny." "That's good. Because I like boobies." Mitch snorted at himself, and then covered his mouth in shock. Causing him to laugh even more. ***** Mitch came out of the bathroom and crossed his arms over his chest in front of Scott. Scott stood in their room in front of their bed. Mitch kept standing there and popped his hip out with sass. Scott rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt up a little. "Do you want to poke my boobs again?" Mitch rolled his eyes right back. "You're supposed to stop me when I do that." "Why would I do a horrible thing like that? I think it's adorable when you do that." Scott said, lowering his shirt. "Ugh. Scott!" Mitch said, dropping his sassy stance. Scott feigned an innocent look. "What?" "It's not adorable. It's embarrassing." Mitch whined. "More embarrassing than your boyfriend telling you he likes your boobs? And then prodding at them?" Scott countered. Mitch groaned. He then dragged his foot across the floor, while staring at the ground. "I'm sorry, Alpha." Scott came closer to him. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mitch shrugged. "I've called you Scott all morning. I embarrassed you today. I always do that in the morning.. And I'm sorry.. Just tell me not to, and I won't." Scott looked at him with confusion. "I would never tell you to stop. It's adorable, and I make exceptions. Also, if you remember, I told you yesterday you could call me whatever. You had a hard day. We can switch back to normal now, if you'd like." Mitch looked up and nodded frantically. "Yes please, Alpha." ***** Mitch and Scott were the last to fall asleep that night. Scott asked Mitch to make him some tea, but then felt bad about it and met Mitch in the kitchen to help. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Scott leaned on the doorframe and smiled at the cute sight before him. Mitch was standing in the kitchen humming something, with one of Scott's sweaters hanging low on his shoulders. He dipped in a tea bag, and continued to hum. Scott smiled wider, and then walked up to Mitch and hugged him from behind. This, unfortunately, caused Mitch to jump so bad he nearly spilled the tea. Scott set his head on Mitch's shoulder and watched his delicate hands stir the tea. "Didn't mean to frighten you, dear." Mitch smiled and tilted his head to touch Scott's. "That's okay. Did I take too long? Is that why you followed me?" "No. I just wanted to help, but you're pretty good at this." Mitch picked the tea up in his small hands. "It's not that hard to make tea." Scott let go of his waist and watched him giggle. Scott then took the tea from Mitch's hands, and smelled it. "Okay, well. I suck at making tea, and this smells amazing." Mitch smiled and his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you think this will help you fall asleep?" "I don't know. You might have to tire me out." Scott replied with a smirk, before sipping his tea. Mitch fake gasped. "Absolutely not. How could you even ask that, even after I made you tea?" Scott shrugged. "You're quick on your feet. I'm sure you could figure something out." Mitch grabbed the tea out of Scott's hands, which Scott let him do. Mitch stuck his tongue out at him. "You don't get this tea anymore." Scott smiled fondly at him, before putting a hand on his hip. "Excuse you, I deserve this tea." "Do you really?" Scott glared at him, and then reached out for the tea but Mitch set it on the counter behind him. Scott grabbed Mitch around his waist and Mitch squealed. Mitch gasped and glared at him. "Don't you dare. Tickling is rude." Scott raised an eyebrow. "Can I have my tea?" Mitch nodded several times. "Just.. Don't. You can have your tea." Scott held up his hands in surrender. Mitch quickly turned, grabbed the tea cup and handed it to Scott. Scott sipped it again and smiled. "Thank you. I love you." Mitch just smiled back. ******