Chapter 36

Scott woke up, smirking, and pressing his lips against Mitch's, holding a kiss there until Mitch jumped awake instinctually. Mitch's eyes widened, and he pushed Scott away quickly. "You scared me!" "Did I?" "You did! You mean, mean man!" "Oh, so I'm a mean man if I want to kiss you?" "While I'm unconscious, yes. I'm not into that kink, sorry buddy." "Next time I'll just get an air horn or something, and then we'll talk about what's 'mean'." Mitch rolled his eyes, and turned his body to face Scott, Scott's arm still over his waist. "You wouldn't do that to me. You love me too much." "That is correct." Scott confirmed, leaning down to kiss him again briefly. Mitch frowned, pulling his blanket a little higher to cover his shoulders. "Why's it so cold? I thought we were on a beach." "Just because it's a beach doesn't mean it's automatically hot outside, babe. Plus, it's early in the morning." Mitch giggled, pulling the blanket even more to cover his head. "No." Scott whined. "Now I can't see your beautiful face." Mitch's head popped back out of the bed, now with a bright smile on it. "Aw, that's so sweet." He reached forward to poke Scott with one of his fingers. "You have nice shoulders." "You've told me that before." "Nice arms too." "Thank you." "And legs." "Thank you." "And a nice tummy." "Thank--" "And a nice face." "Tha--" "And nice teeth." Scott just stared at him, refusing to respond. Mitch was onto the next subject already anyway. "Ooh, can we finish the rest of that dessert? Is it in the fridge?" "I don't think you should eat that for breakfast, baby. It'll make your tummy hurt. And if I know you as well as I think I do, I know you'll be complaining about it later." "Oh well. My birthday, not yours." Scott rolled his eyes and laid down flat on the bed, removing his arm from Mitch's side. "Fine. Do whatever you want." Mitch grinned widely in triumph, and jumped up from the bed to scurry over to the small refrigerator. "Yay!" Scott stared at him, appreciating how nice he looked in tight boxers. Mitch pulled the specific box out of the refrigerator, closed the door, and then got a fork out from one of the drawers. Just as he was about to take his first bite, Scott stopped him. Scott spoke softly. "Babe?" Mitch looked over, not two seconds from digging into his food. "What?" "You're absolutely gorgeous." Mitch smiled again. "Thank you." He looked down, and then squinted at Scott slowly. "Are you only saying that because I'm practically naked?"