Chapter 56

Scott woke up and panicked when he saw his body was half on top of Mitch's. He jumped off of him, which caused Mitch to grunt. Scott was now standing by the side of the bed. "I'm sorry about that, babe." Mitch just stared at him. "What happened? Oh gosh.. Do I have bad morning breath?" Scott shook his head and climbed back on the bed. "No. Sorry. I thought I was suffocating you with my largeness." Mitch giggled. "No, you weren't. You were kind of warm, actually." Scott shook his head at him and laid back down. Next to Mitch this time, rather than on top of him. Scott pressed his face into his pillow and sighed. "Scared the shit out of me." Mitch laughed and turned over on his stomach to stare at Scott. "Why? I swear you weren't hurting me. It only hurt when you pushed yourself off of me." Scott turned his head and mumbled a quick. "Sorry. Just scared me.. I'm too heavy to lay on you, baby. You only weigh like a hundred pounds." Mitch laughed. "I weigh more than that. Thanks though." Scott turned over to lay on his back and grabbed Mitch's hand. "We don't have to get up for a little while. It's still early. Can you and your super-sniffer tell me if anyone else is awake?" Mitch giggled, closed his eyes tight and then took a deep breath. He opened them, and then looked at Scott. "Kevin is up. He's in his room, probably reading a book or something. But Avi and Kirstin aren't." Scott nodded. He squeezed Mitch's hand tighter, and set their hands down on his own stomach. Mitch suddenly became very aware of Scott's shirtless torso. "Are these the muscles you were talking about?" Scott looked over at him with furrowed brows. Mitch rolled his eyes at Scott's clueless expression, and let go of Scott's hand to poke at his abs. "These." Scott's stomach tensed in shock as Mitch prodded at him. Mitch's eyes widened. "Holy.." He sat up and stared at Scott's torso. Mitch looked at Scott's face again. "Do that again." "Do what? Mitchell, we already talked about my boobs I am not flexing them." Scott said. His tone laced with annoyance. Mitch shook his head and sat on his knees in front of Scott's chest. "Your stomach.. How did you do that?" Mitch said, genuinely amazed. Scott's eyebrows shot up when he figured it out. "You mean my abs..?" "Is that what that is? Mitch pulled up his shirt and looked down at his own stomach. "I want one." Scott laughed finally. "You don't need any. They don't come singular.. By the way." Mitch dropped his shirt and stared at Scott's stomach again. Scott sighed and flexed his stomach, just to please Mitch. Mitch sat up straighter and gasped. "Jesus, doesn't that hurt?"