I wrote this little thing in a few minutes for Batgirl1986 yesterday and people seemed to like it so I figured I'd put it here. Maybe one day I'll add to it ;) Anyway, inspired by the picture above.

"Mitchie please?"

"No."

"But I can't do it!"

"Find someone else sis, I'm not touching that. It's cold and sticky and gross."

"No one else is here."

Mitch turned back to look at Scott, who had his puppy dog eyes going along with his perfect pout. His eyes stood out even more than usual with his tinted red cheeks, frowning down at the also burned boy. He had his arm stretched out, the hand holding the bottle of aloe Scott so desperately wanted Mitch to apply to his back for some kind of relief. Mitch was never one to really deny the man anything, it was Scott after all, if he had too he'd give him his kidney, or even put aloe on his back.

Though really, who could blame him for actually wanting to put the aloe on. Scott had been working out even more recently and it showed, shoulders bulging and biceps growing. Mitch just wanted to hear him beg for it. It was fun.

Mitch just yanked the bottle from Scott's hand, nodding towards the bed, hoping Scott would get the hint. He did, sprinting to it and diving into his stomach. He winced a bit at the pain of landing on his burnt skin, but relished in the feeling of the cool, silk sheets under his chest.

He laid there in anticipation, waiting to feel the cold aloe, to feel Mitch's skinny fingers, but nothing came. He turned back to look at Mitch, who was staring at Scott, biting his bottom lip.

"Well?"

"What? Oh. Right. I'm just figuring out the easiest way to do this."

"The best way would probably be to sit on me, don't you think?"

Mitch slowly walked over, biting his bottom lip again, something Scott would never get tired of seeing. He climbed on the bed, crawling over towards Scott. He mentally made a note to remember this view, take in every detail of Mitch's in that moment, making his way towards him on the bed.

"You mean, like this?" Mitch asked, placing one leg on either side of Scott's hips, taking his seat on Scott's ass.

"Y-yeah."

Mitch sat there for a moment staring at Scott's back. He could almost see every muscle flexing as Scott moved his arms up under his head. He knew he had to get this over quick. With only two thin layers of their swimsuits between them, Scott would be sure to feel something. He took a deep breath, then squirted a huge dollop on Scotts back.

"What the FUCK Mitch? That's so fucking cold."

"Oops?" Mitch laughed, glad that the moment eased a bit of tension. But he was right back to square one when he realized he'd actually have to rub it in.

As much as he wanted to get it over quickly to save himself the embarrassment, he also didn't want to leave his spot. He didn't want to forget what it was like, to have this view, to be in this position.

Scott felt Mitch's fingers start to move and he knew he'd have to mentally keep himself in check. In reality, he could've put the aloe on himself he has long enough arms, but the thought of Mitch doing it for him? Well, that idea won out and it was clearly better than he imagined it would be. The aloe felt cool to his skin which was nice, but he also felt fire under his skin from Mitch's touch. He could also feel something.. Else and as soon as he realized it his breath hitched, knocking Mitch out of his daydream.

Mitch was enjoying this more than he'd ever care to admit. The way Scott's shoulder felt under his hands, running his fingers along Scott's spine.. He only ever dreamed of being able to do this, and here he was. Scott laying out in front of him, with the aloe almost giving him the allusion that Scott had a layer of sweat on his back. When he heard Scott's breathing falter, he was brought back to reality and quickly realized he has quite the problem and he need to get away, fast.

He rubbed the aloe in as quickly as he could, trying to not hurt Scott in the process. Before it was probably all rubbed in, Mitch couldn't take it anymore and decided that it was good enough.

"Okay done! Gonna uh, wash my hands." He went to run to the farthest bathroom but was quickly grabbed by the wrist.

"Wait. You're a little burnt too...you need help?"

Mitch looked down at Scott, and it took him all of two seconds to nod his head, the boys switching places.

Neither boy would talk about what happened after, during that night. Not about the the things seen, the words said, the touches shared, or the kisses given.