It had been almost 2 months since the drunken adult 20(ish) questions game. Mitch was nearly 100% sure Scott hadn’t remembered a thing from that night, but he had no idea what he’d been told by any of the other party goers. He did know that he and Alex were currently on the rocks. It had been an on again/off again affair every few days, but this off again timeframe seemed to be lasting much longer than the others. 

Not that he was counting or anything. 

Scott kept right on being the same old Scott and didn’t seem to treat Mitch any differently than before or even act awkward. In fact he hardly seemed upset about his breakup. Sure he'd had a couple of pouty nights eating junk food and curling up on the couch with his head on Mitch's lap as they watched whatever he wanted on tv, but other than that... he was fine.  

Mitch, on the other hand, while not acting any different around Scott, definitely began to notice lots of little things he would have neglected to before enlightenment. 

There were a lot of stolen glances, hugs that lingered, thumbs that caressed circles on his shoulder when his arm was around him. 

He knew these were things that Scott had always done, but they’d never seemed to matter very much, or even mean anything more than Scott just being a very touchy feely guy…  until now. 

His brain was completely abuzz with new information.

He’d had a couple of dates that he’d brought back to the apartment to hang out, and if he timed it perfectly he could catch Scott shooting death glares at them when he thought no one was looking. He was also able to pick up some underlying cuts at them that Scott had woven seamlessly into conversation that no one would notice unless you were Mitch and you were looking for them. 

Scott was jealous and it was now painfully obvious.

Off again. They were currently off again. 

Did he want to do something about it? 

He needed more info... and liquor.

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“I am going on a liquor run, Valerie. Need anything?” 

Scott pressed pause on his video game and looked up at him. “Yes. I need you to wait for me to get my shoes.” 

Mitch rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Hurry up. My time is valuable and you are not that wealthy.” He snapped playfully.

Scott hurriedly powered everything off and disappeared into his room to find his boots.

Mitch grinned to himself once he was out of sight. Drunk Scott was an honest Scott and if he was in the mood to accompany him to the liquor store, then he was definitely in the mood to drown some sorrows later that night. 

This is too easy.

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“We should go bungee jumping.” 

“Um. No.” Mitch giggled.

“Ok, not NOW, but soon.” 

“I’m gonna go ahead and say you have a better chance at sleeping with Beyonce’ tonightl.” 

“Mittcchiee.” 

Mitch laughed at the drunk man. It hadn’t taken much nudging at all for him to agree to a night in of drinks and making fun of bad tv shows. It also wasn't taking much to encourage him to keep drinking. 

You’re a horrible person and an even more horrible friend. 

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched Scott disappear into the kitchen for refill after refill. 

Soon he was up and dancing to the theme song of some TV show on MTV. 

“I wanna dance.” 

And here we go. 

“Why don’t we wait to dance for a little bit. Why don’t we play that game Hannah made up?” 

“Hannah made up a game?!” 

“Mmhmmm” 

“Wait! I remember. Didn’t I get in trouble last time? No?” His face sqwunched a bit and then he burst out laughing. “I wanna start!” 

Ok, maybe he does remember a little.

“Ok, you can start.” 

“What underwear are you wearing?”  he giggled.

Mitch had to think and pulled back the waistband of his sweatpants to check. “Purple briefs” 

“Oooo the purple and black ones?” 

“Way to be going through my underwear. Yes, Scott the purple and black ones.” 

“I like your underwear.” 

Mitch raised an amused eyebrow and shook his head. “Do you have a crush on Grace?” 

Scott blushed and shook his head no. “No, I mean she’s hot, don’t get me wrong, and I probably wouldn’t say no.  I mean… wait… i guess that means I have a crush.” He laughed and covered his mouth. 

“How drunk are you?” Mitch laughed out watching him. 

“You can’t ask me that it’s not your turn.” Scott got all serious, his cheeks a bit red, probably from all of the alcohol he’d consumed.

“Ok, ok. Excuuuuuuseeee me.” 

“I like your hair.” 

Mitch laughed again. “That’s not a question.” 

“Oh. Can we sit on the floor?” 

Mitch pouted a bit as Scott slid off of the couch and got on the floor, body wiggling a bit as he waited for Mitch to join him. He did join him, but made a show of not being happy about it. 

“Ok your turn.” Scott smiled. 

“No it’s not.” 

“Mitch, you are really drunk if you didn’t realize I already asked you if we could sit on the floor. Pay. Attention.” He clapped with each word to make his point. 

Mitch couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. 

“Why do you like my feet so much?” 

“Cuz they’re yours and when I rub them you get all googly eyed and make lil puppy noises.” He grinned. “I don’t know where the lotion is. I can rub them now!” 

“No, no it’s ok. And I don’t make googly eyes and make puppy noises.” 

“Uhhh, yeah ya do. Your eyes all roll around in your head and you make these little adorable high pitched noises. Most of it is because I know where you’re ticklish at and I pretend not to and keep rubbing there because it’s cute.” 

“It’s not cute!” 

“Um, yes it is and it’s my turn now. Ummmm I gotta think. Hang on.” 

“Clock’s ticking.” 

“Horses. Hold them.” 

Mitch started humming the jeopardy theme song. 

“Rude. Can you start singing me to sleep every night? I like it when you sing to me.” 

Mitch gave him a sweet smile. “Sure, Stay Puft, if you want me to.” 

“Now I want marshmallows.” 

“I don’t think we have any left. Remember you Chris and Will did that whole s’mores in the oven experiment that probably should have been on My Drunk Kitchen. ”

“But they were soooooo gooodddd.” 

“Ok, my turn. Sooooo, my dearest, are you the reason I can’t find my blue Omocat sweater? It’s been missing for like two months now.” 

Scott covered his mouth with both hands, face red from trying not to laugh but also shaking his head no. “Nope, no idea what you’re talking about, not me.” 

Mitch gave him a knowing look, trying not to laugh himself at the muffled words as Scott spoke behind his hands. He’d seen it earlier that week in Scott’s room when he went to borrow his phone charger. He really couldn’t figure out why he even had it. Their style was really different, but usually it was him stealing Scott’s clothes, not the other way around. 

Scott finally sighed and dropped his hands with a small smile. “Ok, ok it was me. You can have it back.” 

“Did you even wear it?” 

Scott blushed a bit. “Maybe once or twice. It was comfy.” 

The brunette rolled his eyes but felt a warmth in his chest at the thought. 

He was left to his thoughts for a bit when Scott returned to the kitchen to grab another drink. 

When he returned, he plopped right back down onto the floor unceremoniously, holding an apple with a large bite out of it. 

“No marshmallows?” 

“I like apples, they're my favorite.” 

“Ok, it’s your turn.” 

“OOoo I got a good one!” He spoke with his mouth full before chewing to clear his mouth. “If you had never met me and saw me on the street would you be attracted to me?”

“Are you kidding? Why would I be attracted to you? You’re horrible looking. I mean, blonde hair and blue eyes? Who wants a perfect body and a flawless face. Soooo unattractive.” 

Scott super frowned, but there was amusement in his eyes.

“Seriously? You know I’d probably do that thing where I start to lose motor function and my brain decides it’s a good time to go on vacation. I’d be a mess if you even tried to talk to me. But from afar I’m sure i’d come up with all kinds of fun daydreams about you.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Bi†ch, you know you’re gorgeous, stop rubbing it in.”

“I like hearing you say it.”  He beamed.

“Ok, ogre, it’s my turn. 

“OK, can you make it so I can tell you how pretty you are?” He blinked at him like an excited child. 

He shot him a look. “We both know that if you didn’t know me and saw me on the street you 100% would not even notice me. It’s fine.” 

“Nuh uh! I would totally be attracted to you. You’re beautiful, like REALLY beautiful..” 

“You, are a really bad liar, but you’re sweet.” 

Scott pouted and pushed at his shoulder. “I’m not lying!” 

“Ok, ow.” He laughed a bit and rubbed at his shoulder. 

Scott just stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Real mature.” 

“You love me! Now go ahead and ask me so I can tell you how pretty you are.” 

Mitch laughed. “Raincheck. I have a better question.” 

Scott pouted. 

“If you could have the life of any tv or movie character ever what would it be?” 

“That’s hard. Oh my God. I don’t know. Would you be there too?” 

“No, I mean…” He rolled his eyes as he spotted the frown on Scott’s face. 

“You’re my BEST friend. You have to be there too.” 

“Ok I’m there too.” He threw out to appease the man.

“Ok. Um Aladdin. He has a flying carpet and a pet monkey! AND he’s a prince!” 

“Ok, so am I the monkey?” 

“No.” He rolled his eyes. You’re Jasmine. You have pretty hair and she has pretty hair! I think she has brown eyes too, oh my gosh you’re totally Jasmine!” 

“I guess it could be worse.” He chuckled a bit and shook his head for probably the 30th time that night. 

“Ok, its myyyyyyy turrrnnnnnnn” Scott riffed a couple of times. He seemed to mull it over. 

“Are you and Connor secretly dating? You’re over there a LOT. Like, a lot-a lot. I don’t like it.” 

Mitch had to do a double take. “Scott, Connor is straight. Like as straight as I am gay.”

“Um, he seems a bit curvy when he looks at you.” 

“You’re kidding, right?”  

“Wait, did you sleep with Grace?” 

“GAY, Scott, i’m SUPER gay, remember?” He flung out his arms, gesturing in the air, still in a bit of disbelief that this conversation was even happening. 

“Pshhh, yeah, but she’s GRACE and …. she’s Grace and she’s hot and she wants you. Didn’t she say that? Didn’t she call you her boyfriend?” 

He let out a sigh and dropped his face into his hands for just a moment. Scott obviously remembered more than he had previously let on. 

The party had progressed quickly. After the entire party game debacle he’d let himself go and just decided to have fun. At some point in the night Grace started calling him her boyfriend and in the spirit of indiscretion and inebriation they’d made out for at least a good half hour while they danced around the living room. So what? He was depressed he couldn’t have the other blonde and that one was exceptionally willing and quite skilled actually. That didn’t mean he wanted to sleep with her! 

“Yes, but-” 

“Didn’t she kiss you?” 

“Well, yes, but-” 

“And I know I saw you kiss back”

“I was drunk and you had disappeared with Mamrie.”

“Why are you Grace’s boyfriend?” 

“You are asking a LOT of questions out of turn, but the answer is I’m not. And you are a silly, silly boy." 

"You're not allowed to kiss her anymore." 

"Oook. Got it, territory claimed. I won't kiss your Grace anymore."

"She's not mine." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Now I get to ask you like 4 questions in a row now.” 

Scott pouted and rolled his eyes. “Fine.” 

“So, why did you and Alex break up.” Please don’t freak out. 

“Because he found out I don’t really love him. I mean, I do, I mean I did… Sort of.” 

“Do you remember how he found out?” 

“He said I told him. He left the party because I told him, but I don’t remember when.”

“Do you remember what you said about me?” 

He nodded. “Mmhmm. I told you I have dirty sex dreams about you all the time and that when I had sex with Alex I always imagined he was you.” 

Mitch swallowed. Ok here goes nothing. 

“See, I don’t think I understand. Why would you think about me?” 

He sighed. “Mitchie you need to pay attention! Keep.Up! I’m in love with you, dumbass!” He shook his head as if he was annoyed that Mitch hadn’t been understanding. “Drinking makes you slow. But, anyways it’s my turn. I need to think. Hmmm.” 

Mitch was still reeling. He was a combination of terrified and so happy he could dance. He tried to get his thoughts together enough to think of his next question. He had been trying not to drink too much so he could stay coherent enough  to fish for info, but now he took a long drink straight from the wine bottle in the ice bucket before returning it back to his place. 

“Ok, I got it.  Can I taste your wine?” 

Mitch laughed a bit. “Go ahead.” 

That’s when things took a turn. Scott got a very pleased gleam in his eye as he approached him. The italian didn’t think anything of it until he realized Scott wasn’t reaching for the wine bottle, he was reaching for him. His pulse began to speed up as Scott made his intentions very clear, getting to his knees in front of his best friend and taking his face in his hands. Those blue eyes stared into his very wide, very surprised brown ones keeping his gaze until Mitch’s focus slid down to those pretty pink lips. The corner of those lips lifted. 

Mitch gasped a bit as they came together for the first time and as he did Scott took the moment to dip his tongue between those parted lips and into his mouth to taste him. It took barely a second of hesitation before he closed his eyes, letting himself indulge just this once. Surely this was considered taking advantage as Scott was clearly past his threshold for consent.

He tried to reason with himself, tried to make his hands move to push his friend away, but all they seemed to want to do was pull him in closer. It didn’t help that that tongue was incredibly distracting, nevermind those lips moving against his own. Remember that thing about his brain going on vacation!?

He was breathless when they finally parted just a couple of inches. 

“Mitchie?” 

“Hmm?” He didn’t want to open his eyes to face him, but there was still a bit of haze to his senses and he finally managed to. He was greeted with a self satisfied smirk. 

“Next time you want to get me drunk, make sure I’m actually drinking the alcohol.” 

That snapped him completely out of his tipsy fog.

“But-” 

“I switched it out when I was in the kitchen. Every time.” He held up his bottle. “It’s L-L- lemonade.” He smirked. 

“But you-” 

“I did.” 

“and I-” 

“yes. you. did.” 

“So we’re…” 

“Mmhmm.” He smiled and went in for kiss number two, this time letting himself pull Mitch closer and maneuvered them so the smaller was in his lap. 

This went on for a few minutes before they pulled away from each other and Mitch’s face ended up in the crook of his neck. 

Scott just smiled to himself and rubbed his back. “What’s on your mind?” 

He sat back and looked up at him. “Do you think we’re gonna be ok?” 

Scott smiled warmly and pulled him forward so their foreheads rest against one another. “I think we’re gonna be more than ok. We are going to be epic.” 

Mitch snuggled in to him. 

"And seriously no more kissing Grace." He pouted. 

Mitch laughed and kissed those pouty lips. "Wouldn't dream of it."