Mitch understood that college was important, he understood that he had to get that essay done, and he understood that if he didn't it would take a huge toll on his grade. But what he couldn't understand was how he was supposed to think under the circumstances, how he could write an entire paper while absolute nonsense was happening right outside his dorm room. It was the third party that week, and it was a wonder that these kids even made it through their classes. It seemed as if all they ever did was drink and throw parties for no reason what so ever and make attempts at getting into each others' pants.

Mitch figured that the only reason they never flunked out was because their parents paid off the university so their kids floated through their classes with ease. Most of these kids had everything handed to them, unlike Mitch. Mitch had to work hard to get into this school, and he wasn't about to let the loud music and slurred shouting coming from the other side of his door stop him from getting a good grade.

He slumped over his computer desk, impatiently tapping his pencil on the dark wood as he tried to drown out the noise. Mitch tried to get at least something down on his paper, but he could feel the beat of the music thumping against the floor and it seemed to pulse through his entire body, throwing off his thinking and overall giving him a massive headache.

With an exasperated sigh, Mitch stood up from his desk and stomped across the room to his bed, flopping down face first onto the mattress. He groaned loudly into his pillow, then pulled it out from under him to place around his head in a failed attempt to block out the noise. The music and laughter pierced straight through, frustrating him even more.

Living on a floor with no one but out of control neighbors was hard, nearly impossible without losing your mind, and Mitch hated it. So much so that he even tried sleeping in the library, but he was eventually kicked out and sent back to his dorm room in party central.

Mitch eventually got used to the gossip and rumors that fluttered the campus, he was used to the scattered array of couples feeling each other up in between classes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get used to the late night parties. It was because of these parties that he was going to bed no earlier than 3 a.m. and why he could barely manage to finish his school assignments, so it never failed to irritate him.

"Can I please just have some silence for once?!" Mitch asked loudly, not to anyone in particular, and hoped he was heard. He paused for a moment and rolled onto his back, sighing deeply and he started at the ceiling. "I'm pretty sure you've lost enough brain cells for the night." He muttered angrily.

Mitch pinched the bridge of his nose, seriously considering hopping out of the window and scaling down the side of the building just to get some silence. He was only two floors up, but he wasn't exactly an agile person so that wasn't going to be an option for him. His only other choices were to either face the barbarians outside of his door, except he would much rather sell his soul to the devil before he set foot out there, or wait here until they either pass out or leave. He decided on the latter.

Normally Mitch would have the company of his roommate, Avi. But ever since Avi's girlfriend moved in just a few minutes off campus, Avi spent the majority of his free time over there. He could call up his friend Jake, they'd probably have a good chat as long as it didn't revolve around his new boyfriend David. Mitch had yet to meet David, only knowing of the description that jake had given him (which had included way more information about the guy's manhood than Mitch would have liked to have heard) but Jake spent a lot of time with him so Mitch assumed he was a pretty decent guy. Mitch decided to just make the most of this opportunity to have some time to himself for a while, he didn't really want to hear any more about the progression in Jake and David's relationship, so he got up from his bed to grab his laptop and a pair of headphones off his desk intending to watch a movie on Netflix.

As Mitch finally got settled into bed, also deciding on changing into more comfortable sweatpants and a old t-shirt before he did, the door to his room flew open and the noise from outside flooded his room. Mitch instantly flung his eyes to the door, knowing that Avi was supposed to be at his girlfriend's house for the night, and spotted an unfamiliar boy standing across the room, now shutting the door behind him as he leaned back on it. Mitch stared at him in shock, he had never seen this boy and he was sure he would've remembered him if he had.

The boy was tall. Mitch was sure he could tower over his own small frame, coupled with the fact that his arms were toned and he had very broad shoulders. His white t-shirt hung low enough around his neck that Mitch could see his chest was fairly toned too. His blonde hair was almost set in a messy wave, but what Mitch noticed most was his face. He had strikingly bright blue eyes and his mouth formed into the epitome of a perfect grin, his also perfect teeth making an appearance as he pushed himself off of Mitch's door, jerking a thumb towards it as he laughed.

"Sorry about that, I just got myself into a little bit of trouble back there, mind if I sit here for a while?" He asked, walking over to Mitch. Mitch just sat there staring up at him, partially in awe, but mostly because, well, how the hell did he get in here?

"How did you..." Mitch started and then glanced back at the door before looking up at the boy again. "I thought I locked it...?" Mitch meant that to be a statement but it came out more of a question, doubting himself if he had actually remembered to lock his own door. The blonde just swatted a hand at Mitch nonchalantly as he walked over to Avi's bed and sat down on it, his blue eyes scanning over the room he found himself in.

"Come on, they aren't that hard to pick if you know how." He answered as if he didn't see anything wrong with breaking into someone else's dorm room. Mitch opened his mouth to protest but he was cut off. "Nice room by the way, seems pretty cozy. As cozy as these rooms can get anyway, am I right?" Again Mitch just stared, finding this entire situation to be nothing but peculiar.

"My name's Scott. I live across campus in Cambpell Hall, you know, the one building that's just like this one?" Scott chuckled to himself and sat back against the wall, resting his hands behind his head as he crossed his ankle over his knee, appearing to be completely comfortable with the fact that he was invading Mitch's space. Mitch shook himself out of his streak of silence and cleared his throat.

"Yeah yeah, I know that one, but...um... what exactly are you doing here in my room?" Mitch asked, trying his best to not sound rude even though the words ended up coming out that way. Scott didn't seem to mind so much though.

"I made out with some guy's boyfriend." Scott shrugged, not showing any hint of remorse about the situation. "He was all for it, his boyfriend not so much. He wants to kick my ass now or something, so I took off. He wasn't much fun anyways." As Scott was talking he had leaned over and picked up a book that Avi had left on his desk, carelessly flipping through the pages before setting it back down beside him. Mitch just watched him, completely baffled, because none of this made sense and he was only growing more and more confused.

"Wait... so you kissed someone's boyfriend, broke into my room to hide from his angry boyfriend, and now you're just going to sit here until you think the coast is clear?" Mitch asked, scratching the back of his neck as he frowned. Scott just sat up and chuckled, grinning crookedly as he put his elbows on his knees, leaning forwards towards Mitch.

"No, I'm gonna go out that way." Scott nodded his head toward the window and Mitch's eyes widened once he realized what Scott was saying. "I just figured I should've given you some sort of introduction before running out of of your window. Besides, I can't resist a pretty face." Mitch cursed himself as he felt the heat rising to his cheeks, knowing that he was a bright shade of pink as he watched Scott stand up when a loud bang erupted from the door.

"Well, that's my cue." Scott sighed and pushed his hair away from his eyes before extending a hand out to Mitch. "I never got your name."

"Uh...Mitch. It-It's Mitch." Mitch stuttered out and raised his hand to meet Scott's, the taller of the two giving his hand a quick shake.

"Nice to meet you, Mitch. I hope to see you around soon. Just tell him you haven't seen a thing. He won't give you any trouble, just me." Scott chuckles again and let's go of Mitch's hand, walking over to the window and pushing it open, stepping up onto the window sill. Mitch suddenly gets nervous, watching as Scott reaches out to the tree to his left makes him doubt the boys safely, and he can hear the yelling outside the door growing more and more agitated. This isn't exactly what he had in mind for his evening alone.

Scott grabbed onto the branch and reached one leg out, planting it onto a steady branch below him before doing the same with the other, and Mitch couldn't help but jump off his bed and to the window in nearly one leap. "Careful!" He yelled and peeked his head out, only to see Scott several feet down the tree already.

"I'll be fine, Mitchy!" Scott yelled up to him with a laugh as he made his way down the rest of the way, letting go at the bottom to land on the ground, very ungracefully, but still on his feet. Mitch's cheeks flushed red yet again at the nickname Scott had already given him and he scoffed at the whirlwind of a boy down on the ground. Scott held up his hand in a salute, a smug grin spread on his face, before he turned and jogged away in the direction of his dorm building. Mitch couldn't resist a laugh as he closed his window again. He shook his head again before turning to deal with the angry boyfriend just outside his door.

"I know you're in there, open up Hoying!" The voice yelled and Mitch walked over, finally opening the door.

"Where is he at?" The short haired boy asked. Mitch thought that Scott looked like he had the stature and build to hold his own pretty well in a fight, but from the looks of this guy, Scott would have had a tough time.

"Where is who?" Mitch asked, giving the best confused look he could manage. The boy's frown faded away as he sighed in frustration.

"Tall, blonde hair, had on a white shirt, out of his fucking mind, so cocky you wanna punch him in the face, goes by Scott?" The boy listed on. "Ring a bell?" Mitch just shook his head and leaned against his door, trying to pass himself off as impatient with the boy, but really, he was just amused. His description of Scott fit him to a T.

"Right." The boy muttered and shook his head before stomping away down the hall, wedging his way between intoxicated students as he left.

Mitch just laughed and shut the door, locking it up behind him as he made his way back to his bed, and stared across the room to where Scott was just sitting minutes before. His eyes then made his way to the window and he couldn't help but smile, giggling and shaking his head once more at the memory of Scott climbing down the tree, before being thrown from his thoughts by the sudden realization that his paper was due tomorrow. He pushed his laptop aside with a groan and grabbed his books from his desk.

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"But Mitch, you should have seen the way his hands fit perfectly around-" Jake started. Mitch groaned and quickly cut him off, tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he fumbled with his books in his arms.

"Jesus Jake, I really don't want to hear about this. I still haven't even met him yet and all I'm gonna be able to think about when I do is what you two do in bed," Mitch whined and shuddered at the thought as he heard Jake's laughter in his ear.

Jake finally got his laughter to subside and Mitch rolled his eyes, finally tucking his book under his arm. "I could tell you about the time I blew him in the backseat of his car."

"Jake!" Mitch shrieked, sending Jake into a laughing fit, while dropping his books all over the floor. "I dropped all of my damn books because of you!"

"Oh grow up, Mitch, I was only kidding, I haven't done that, yet. I mean in his car anyways." Mitch could practically hear the grin on Jake's face as he spoke and he made his own face of disgust as he bent down to gather his books again. He saw another pair of hands grabbing for his books and he moved his eyes up to see the smiling face of his roommate. Mitch nodded his head in courtesy as he pushed himself to stand up before collecting the remainder of his books from Avi. All the while Jake is rambling on and on about something related to David on the other end of the line.

"Thanks," Mitch whispered, trying not to interrupt Jake, and Avi nodded happily.

"No problem, Mitch. I've always got your back." Avi replied. "Speaking of, you should probably actually use your back pack."

Mitch nodded knowingly and shrugged his free shoulder. "Left it in the room again."

"Hey, is that Avi?" Mitch heard Jake ask from his phone. "Tell him I said to talk you into going tonight."

"Yeah, it's him." Mitch answered, giving Avi a questioning look. "Talk me into going where?"

"Jake I assume?" Avi raised an eyebrow and Mitch nodded, leaning against the wall to give himself a bit of a break. "He wants you to come over to Campbell tonight, wants us both to meet David. I already said I would go but we all know you're the one that needs a little extra convincing."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Mitch questioned and Avi just held his hands up in defense.

"It means, Mitch, that you don't like to go places." Jake groaned on the other end of the line. "But this time you have to go, I need you to."

Mitch shot a glare over to his roommate as he smiled back in amusement, his smile causing crinkles to appear beside his emerald green eyes. "Alright, fine. But I'm not staying. I'll meet David and that's it. I'm gone."

Jake cheered through the phone excitedly and Mitch jumped at the sudden outburst. "Perfect. So head over there around 8 I guess, or earlier if you want. I've gotta go, walking into class now. I'll see you tomorrow!" Once Mitch heard the line click, he pulled his phone from his shoulder and tucked it into his pocket, balancing his books in his hand with the help of Avi as he did so.

Mitch let out a long sigh and continued to walk to his own class, Avi following beside him.

"You alright? You look like someone just ate the last of your ice cream." Avi asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine. Just a bit tired from wracking my brain for this stupid essay." And from staying up daydreaming about the boy that turned up in his room, but Mitch didn't feel the need to mention that part. Avi understood and simply nodded, holding the door open once they got to their classroom.

Mitch stepped inside and Avi followed behind before walking past him to claim his desk, calling out over his shoulder, "Hope it was worth it."

Mitch didn't say it, but he felt that it was.

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Mitch laid out on his bed, aimlessly scrolling through his twitter out of boredom as he waits for it to be 8. Avi had decided to head over early, but Mitch insisted on waiting, not too thrilled to be going to a party and wanting to be there as little as possible. But when he noticed he only had five minutes left, he decided he better be on his way. He pried himself up off his bed and checked himself once more in the mirror before stepping out of his quiet, comfortable room and into the hall. The one time in forever that his hall was actually quiet and empty, he was leaving to go somewhere that would be loud and obnoxious. It sucked. But Mitch would be a good friend and he'd do anything for Jake, so he forced himself downstairs and out the door.

The closer he got to Campbell Hall, the more people appeared, and the louder things got. When he finally got to the door, he had to literally shove his way through. There were people flooding the halls and Mitch sighed at the challenge of finding his friends in this mess. He knew that Jake's room was up on the third floor, so he made his way up, eyes scanning over faces as he declined drinks and offers to dance.

"Woah, hey Mitch!" Someone shouted from down the hall once Mitch stepped onto the third floor. Mitch looked in the direction of the voice, only to be met with the gazes of four people. He easily recognized Jake and Avi, who stood with a pale boy with dark hair that he could only assume to be David, but then his jaw almost dropped at the fourth person standing with them. Scott.

"Crazy seeing you here. From the looks of yesterday it didn't seem like you were one to party, cooped up in your room and all." Scott chuckled as he walked over, throwing an arm around Mitch's shoulders, grinning widely as he walked them back over to their friends. Mitch suddenly felt self conscious and tensed up under Scott's gaze, turning his attention to his friends instead.

"Oh, so you already know Scott?" Avi asked, slightly confused, and Mitch started to respond, but Scott spoke up first.

"Yeah, I may have broke into his room yesterday." Scott laughed. "I had to hide, Jason was out to get me, still is come to think of it, so I took the first room I came to. Turns out this little cutie was actually home." The boy Mitch guessed to be David raised an eyebrow but Scott waved him off.

"Don't worry David, nothing happened, we just had a nice little chat." Scott gripped Mitch's shoulder just a little tighter, pulling him even closer to his side. "Isn't that right, Mitchy?" Mitch was taken aback at Scott's choice of words and once again, he hated the blush that rose to his cheeks.

"Well, since you've already met Scott, this is David," Jake interrupted, his words directed at Mitch as he gestured a hand towards David. David offered a smile, his hand extended in front of him, and Mitch pulled himself from Scott's arm to reach out and give David's hand a polite shake, "He and Scott are pretty good friends, that's why Mr. Cheeky Bastard over here tagged along."

Scott laughed at the nickname and Mitch nodded understandingly, shoving his hands in his hood pocket. "Jake has told us a lot about you." Mitch tilted his head towards Jake as he looked at David, and Avi couldn't help but chuckle.

"Maybe a little too much..." Avi joined in playfully and David just grinned, turning to Jake and smacking his arm. Mitch saw Jake wink at David before throwing his head back in laughter. He just rocked on the balls of his feet and stood awkwardly as the rest of the group started another conversation. Jake and David looked ready to attack each other right there in the hall, and Scott and Avi started a conversation on something about movies, Mitch didn't catch all of it. He decided that the music pulsing through his body and the smell of alcohol was just too much for him so he'd decided to get on his way.

"Alright, well...I think I'm gonna head out. I have some classes to study for and I'd like to take advantage of the peace and quiet in my dorm." Mitch improvised and Jake gave him a quick hug goodbye before turning his attention back to David. Avi hugged him as well, mentioning he'd be staying at his girlfriend's house again tonight, and Scott just frowned, watching Mitch as he turned around and left, pushing through the sea of students the same way he came.

Once Mitch finally made it outside the front door and onto the sidewalk, he let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled the long sleeve of his hoodie over his hands to try and keep them warm on his way back. Mitch loved his friends but parties were just too much, he hated them. Maybe it was because he was never invited to any in high school, but Mitch just had no idea of what to do in the party scene. He would much rather be locked up in his room with a list of movies to watch on Netflix and a pizza. Maybe he was shy, or even just anti-social, but he felt like he could be more himself in the comfort of his own room than anywhere else.

Mitch stepped up to the door of his room and quickly unlocked it, taking off his shoes as he shuffled inside. He let out another sigh and made a beeline for his bed, flopping down onto it before even noticing the figure that sat across the room on top of Avi's bed.

"Holy shit!" Mitch yelled and scrambled to stand up again, this time on his bed, holding his fists up in a rather pathetic attempt at defending himself. He leaned over, his eyes still fixed on the other person and one hand still held out in defense as he found the light switch on the lamp beside his bed. He switched it on, only to find a very amused Scott lounged out across the room. "How the hell-"

Scott cut him off with a laugh and stood up from Avi's bed to walk over to Mitch, barely having to look up even though Mitch had the added height of his bed. "You walk slow."

"You broke in again!" Mitch fired back, still annoyed from being scared out of his mind, and punched Scott square in the middle of his chest, except it didn't seem to phase the taller boy one bit because he just threw his head back in laughter. Mitch just stared at Scott, part of him wanted to keep yelling at him for basically giving him a heart attack, while the other desperately wanted to reach out and grab him by his shirt to kiss him as hard as he could because damn that boy had a smile that could stop traffic and Mitch just couldn't help but wonder what his lips felt like. But since his heart was still racing, he settled on the first option. "I almost died!"

Scott laughed even harder at that and doubled over, steadying himself so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. He sucked in a deep breath before he could speak, "Oh whatever. You should really work on your defense skills though, if I were a real threat, you would have actually died."

Mitch sunk down on his bed and glared intensely over at Scott, letting out a huff and crossing his arms. "What are you here for? Need another hiding place?"

"Nope, I just wanted to see you." Scott answered nonchalantly after he finally finished laughing, sitting all the way back on the bed with his hands behind his head like he had done yesterday. "You left pretty quick and I just wanted to make sure things were alright."

"By sneaking into my room and almost making me shit myself?" Mitch asked slowly. Scott just shrugged, grinning over at him. Mitch simply laughed at Scott's sense of logic. "Seriously though, why do you care so much? We only met yesterday."

"I told you, I can't resist a pretty face." Scott answered matter of factly. Mitch scoffed and turned away in an attempt to hide the blush creeping on to his face, but when Scott reached out to pinch at his cheek, he knew he hadn't done a very good job. Mitch groaned softly and jerked away, trying to bit back a smile, but he gave in when he looked up to meet Scott's eyes.

"That's what I came for, that right there." Scott smiled and pointed a finger at Mitch, sitting up straight. "You're really cute when you blush and when I saw it yesterday it nearly made me forget how to speak."

"I would think that it would be extremely hard to do seeing as how much you run your mouth." Mitch teased as a sudden wave of confidence fell over him and Scott looked at him in amusement.

"Oh, so you're picking on me now? I see how it is. Okay, I can deal with that." He laughed and gently elbowed Mitch in his side, to which Mitch returned with a ruffle of his blonde wavy hair. The two boys continued lunging at each other, a mess of laughs and 'ow's' echoed around the room as their little pestering fest turned into an all out battle. Mitch making a mess of Scott's hair and Scott trying his best at tickling Mitch so much that his sides hurt from laughing.

Sometime through the whole thing, Mitch ended up pinning Scott to the floor, which shouldn't have been that easy since Mitch was so much smaller, but Scott wouldn't be lying if he kind of enjoyed it. Mitch fought to hold Scott's arms down between them as he sprawled out across Scott's chest, laughing and squealing every time Scott came close to getting an arm free. He reached his free arm up to poke Scott's cheek, but before he could, Scott turned his head to snap at Mitch's finger.

"Hey!" Mitch exclaimed and pushed himself to sit up, placing his knees on either side of Scott's thighs. "No biting!"

Scott chuckled devilishly and pulled his arms free, instantly moving them to Mitch's sides and holding the brunette in place as he danced his fingers across his sides, watching as Mitch squirmed to get away. In the process, Mitch pressed his hips down into Scott's completely unaware until Scott let out a quiet groan in the back of his throat, and it was only then that Mitch finally realized he was straddling someone he hadn't even known for two days. This wasn't something he ever did, he always played it safe and chose school and books over boys. But when his eyes met back with Scott's and he felt the way his large hands fit around his hips, he didn't know if he cared or not. He eventually decided that maybe it was inappropriate or that maybe Scott would prefer him to get off, but when he tried to push himself to stand up Scott's grip tightened and he pulled him back down onto his lap.

"Don't move." Scott breathed, and Mitch nodded quickly, biting his bottom lip out of nervousness. He finally let it go when Scott pulled a hand away from Mitch's hip to guide his head down within reach so he could press their lips together.

At first it was soft, Mitch hands pressed flat against Scott's chest as Scott thumbed at Mitch's hip bone, but soon Scott's tongue was in Mitch's mouth and he couldn't help but to grind his hips down into Scott's.

"Wait...wait a minute," Scott mumbled into Mitch's mouth and placed his hands on Mitch's lower back as he sat up, keeping them in place as he slid over to the bed to prop his back up against it. Mitch took a break from the kiss to grab a hold of Scott shirt, pulling it up and off his body to put Scott's bare chest on full display. He took a moment to marvel at the sight, enjoying the view, before leaning back in to connect their lips together.

Scott returned his hands to Mitch's hips, guiding them down against his as Mitch moved them in circles. He swallowed down the soft moans that Mitch let out into his mouth before pulling away from the kiss to get a good look at the sight before him.

"Are we really doing this?" Mitch breathed out with a chuckle as he continued to circle his hips, holding on to Scott's shoulders for stability.

A languid grin spread across Scott's face as he watched Mitch in awe, rutting his hips up into Mitch's so that they met every time the other boy pressed down. "I sure as hell hope so."

Mitch threw his head back in pleasure, feeling themselves rubbing together under his clothes every time he moved, and he let out a moan when he opened his mouth to speak. "We just met."

Scott simply grunted and leaned forward to attach his lips to Mitch's neck before pushing the collar of his shirt off his shoulder to bite and suck at Mitch's collarbone. Mitch instantly rolled his head to the side, hooking an arm over Scott's shoulder as his breath hitched in his throat.

"I never do this," Mitch basically moaned out, trying to convince himself of that statement more than anything else, and Scott let out a low chuckle against his skin before pulling away to face him again.

"You do now," Scott rubbed his hands up and down Mitch's sides underneath his sweater. He bucked his hips up into Mitch's when he unbuttoned Scott's jeans, pulling down the zipper as well. Mitch lifted himself off of Scott's lap just long enough to pull the blonde's jeans off, followed by tugging his off completely, sighing in relief as he sat back down on Scott's lap, receiving much more friction now that two layers of clothes were gone. Scott moved his hands back to Mitch's hips before sliding them around to cup the smaller boys ass, guiding him down harder.

"Wanna see your face when you come, bet you'd look so pretty," Scott whispered into Mitch's ear, the boy letting out a moan at his words and working his hips a bit faster. "Come on, let me see," Scott urged Mitch on, biting back the moans that threatened to escape past his own lips as he watched their hips moving together. He could see the bulge of his cock rubbing against Mitch's, and the combination of the dragging friction and the sight drove him nearly mad. He stuck a hand into Mitch's boxers and wrapped around him, Mitch letting out a broken whimper as he jerked his hips down into Scott's one last time before he came, eyes rolling into his head in pleasure and lips parted in a moan that Scott loved the sound of. Mitch slowed his hips and dropped his head down onto Scott's shoulder breathing heavily as he rode himself through his orgasm, Scott guiding his hands back to Mitch's sides.

Mitch finally sat back after a few moments and stared at Scott intensely as he blindly reached a hand into Scott's boxers, wrapping his fingers around the base. He didn't hesitate to start flicking his wrist, moving his hand up and down Scott's length quickly. Scott let out a loud moan as he leaned his head back against the bed, lips parted and still swollen.

"F-fuck, Mitch," Scott's voice trailed off as Mitch leaned forward to reattach their lips, sucking Scott's bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging on it gently as he thumbed slit of of Scott's cock, and that was all it took. Scott came, moaning lowly into Mitch's mouth, dropping his hands to squeeze at Mitch's thighs.

The two of them kissed for a while, Mitch stroking Scott through his orgasm before pulling his hand out of the boy's boxers and wrapping both of his arms around Scott's neck to pull himself even closer. Mitch had just reached up to card his fingers through the thick blonde hair when there was a sudden noise at the door, the recognizable sound of Avi's voice right behind it, and the pair jerked apart.

"Oh God, it's Avi. I thought he was staying at his girlfriend's house," Mitch whispered, rushing to pull his pants back on as Scott pulled his own back up. "Shit shit shit."

Scott laughed quietly and pushed himself up off the floor. "He's gonna have quite the surprise then."

Mitch darted his eyes towards Scott and smacked a hand to his forehead. "I'm never going to live this down, he's gonna bring this up forever."

"Not if he doesn't find out," a wide grin spread across Scott's face as he pointed to the window and Mitch laughed at the notion. "He doesn't have to know, not yet anyway, but you better be damn sure I'll be coming back."

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure," Mitch smiled and Scott leaned down to press a kiss to his lips and smack his hand to Mitch's ass, earning a squeal from Mitch before he got up to the boy's window for the second time that week. Scott saluted Mitch with a cheeky smirk, just as he did the previous day, and lowered himself onto the tree, bare chest and all. It was only then that Mitch realized Scott's shirt was still thrown on his floor, so he snatched it up and leaned out his window, holding it out with him as he looked down on Scott, who had since made it to the ground.

"Your shirt!" Mitch called in a muted shout as he prepared to throw it down, but Scott just waved it off.

"Keep it," Scott shook his head and started to walk away backwards, flashing Mitch another smile, eyes twinkling and all. "I'll come back for it tomorrow."

Scott bowed, doubled over and everything, and Mitch laughed, watching as the same whirlwind of a boy jogged off to his dorms before he sat back down on his bed with a smile on his face.