A/N: Well.. someone wanted a part 2 and I couldn't keep it out of my mind. For all of you wondering, I have a Seeing Through update ready, it just need to be beta-ed. So hold your horses :)

Enjoy, I hope. :)

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Scott wakes up in a bed, naked, an arm draped around his torso, his head pounding. He sits up slowly, which is not easy when the grip around his body tighten, and suddenly feels a body pressing up on his side, a body he doesn't recognize. He shifts his gaze to dark hair that are a different shade of the ones he's used to, shoulders a little too big. The person in bed with him definitely is not Mitch.

He sprints out of bed, regretting the decision almost immediately when the room starts spinning. He gathers his boxers from the floor before slowly making his way to the bathroom he can see from the open door, and once there he makes sure to lock himself in. He leans into the sink, gripping it hard, and takes a good look of himself in the mirror. His hair are dishevelled, his eyes bloodshot, his face flushed and looking tired. His mind is fuzzy but he starts to remember what happened last night and how he ended up in a stranger's apartment.

He had been home drowning in his sorrow, unable to stop thinking of Mitch, who was out on a date. His mind couldn't stop picturing the boy he loved in someone else's arms, lost in pleasure that Scott wasn't giving him. He had been torn between staying home, waiting to know his fate, and going out to forget his pain. He didn't know what was worse - Mitch not coming home or coming home just to use him.

In the end, what happened was worse. He never knew it would actually happen, feeling it, the complete shatter of his heart.

Since Mitch had been out, he decided to go have some fun too, drowning his pain in alcohol. He didn't deserve it, laying on his couch waiting for the guillotine hanging over his head. When he came back home, he could hear noises coming from his - lover's? Friend's? Fuck toy's? God know which word is appropriate - room. He had had to lean on the entry door, his legs not working anymore. His ears were ringing with the sounds of pleasure filling the house, and he suddenly had the urge to burst in that room, shove that random guy out of their house, and make Mitch understand who he really belonged to - who loved him, who deserved him, who would give up everything in the entire world just to make him smile.

He had closed the door behind his back and had walked to the parking lot, before driving out to another bar - which, thinking about it now, had been such a stupid idea giving his emotional state. He had gone to a bar, drank until he couldn't understand what was going on, and had fallen for the cute guy now sleeping in the other room - a guy that, Scott was sure, probably had brown eyes and also a beard.

Scott splashes water on his face, trying to wake up and wash away the rush of nausea. He has to go away from that house and that stranger and.. and what? Going home hoping to not run into Mitch's date? Pretending, once again, to be perfectly okay with the situation, being a good friend until next time the boy will need him? Shove down his feelings for the sake of holding him even if it doesn't mean anything?

Scott cries.

Then he gathers his clothes and exits the apartment, driving back to the place that holds his heart and breaks it at the same time.

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He reaches the door and he's scared of what he'll find inside. He turns the handle and steps into his house, a rush of relief going through his vain when he doesn't hear any sounds. He just want to go in his room and take the longest shower ever, and that's exactly what he does. He relaxes for the first time since the night before, washing away the dirt and the shame - of what, he doesn't even know. He shouldn't feel like this, right? He didn't do anything wrong, but he can't help but feel like he cheated on Mitch, which is ridiculous. They are nothing.

Coming out from his shower, a surprise awaits him, something he's not really excited about. Mitch is laying on his bed, his body facing the bathroom's door, an unreadable expression on his face. Scott feels like he's gonna get grounded, and that annoys him. He's not the one playing with his heart, after all. Not that he's ever gonna say that to Mitch, even if he doesn't really understand how he hasn't understand by now what his real feelings are. Or maybe he has, and he's really just using him for his pleasure. 

Scott stares at him, and for the first time in a long time he feels uneasy being half naked in front of him. He fix the grip on the towel circling his lower body and moves awkwardly towards his dresser. He doesn't say a single word, but he knows he doesn't have to. Sure enough, Mitch doesn't waste time before speaking up.

"Morning Scottney. I'm guessing you didn't sleep here last night, seeing I didn't hear you coming back."

"Or maybe you were too busy and didn't notice."

Scott wants to slap himself after the little slip. He didn't mean to sound so bitter but he really can't help it, not when Mitch is gonna act like that. He drops the towel to the floor, reaching into the dresser to take some underwear, but an hand on his arm soon stops him. He feels his heart skipping a bit. No. I don't want this. 

"What do you mean? You weren't here last night, right? I bet you went out to a bar and found some cutie to fuçk."

"Mitch, let go of my arm, I need to put something on." He tries to move his arm away, but Mitch only strengthen his grip, and when Scott moves his gaze he finds the brunette looking seriously at him, and he can't move. 

"No. Answer me. Did you find someone?"

"Let go." He pulls his arm, but Mitch is not letting him free. His eyes are sternly looking at him, trying to read him.

"To think I was almost feeling guilty that I was having fun and you weren't."

That stops him. Is he really that stupid? Does he really think it's the fuçking same thing? He gives him a stunned look and he's surprised to find a little smirk tugging on the brunette's lips. "What?"

"Well, it's true, right?" Scott stays silent, trying to calm himself from the anger that's starting to run through his entire body. "I thought, but no, I was wrong. We're doing the same thing so it's okay and -"

"No." 

His stern tone is enough to shut Mitch up, even if the word was barely above a whisper. Scott turns fully to face him, not caring about his nudity, the feeling of being ashamed completely forgotten by the sudden rush of mixed emotions now swirling through his mind. He raises his hands and cups Mitch's cheeks, surprising him. He never initiate anything between them, it's always Mitch that comes to him when he needs him. 

Right now, though, Scott is the one that needs this. He lowers his head, closing the distance between them in one swift motion, finding Mitch's lips with his, like he had done so many times. He feels the boy whimper and that only makes him more eager, slipping his tongue in his mouth, caressing and biting his bottom lip, and when they parts away he's satisfied to see him breathless, his mouth open, his eyes sparkling with lust. But that's not what Scott wants. No more lust. He wants more, and he can't do this anymore, he can't keep letting his heart shatter and then fix it in the wait of Mitch breaking it again and again and again.

"It's not the same Mitch. Don't you get it?" He traces his neck with his fingers, blue eyes never leaving brown's ones, his lips only inches away from the other's. "Me having sex with someone else, it doesn't mean anything. But me and you?" He lets out a little chuckle, unable to believe that he's really doing it. He never even thought about it, but he feels brave, and really, what does he have to lose? Mitch loves him. Mitch wants him. He wouldn't go to him otherwise, not when he knows how hurt he would be. They have been best friend for so long - he has to know it. 

Mitch doesn't say a single word, he barely breathes, and Scott has to deny himself to kiss him again, to push into his body and turns this moment into something else. This is his chance, and he can't blow it. 

"I don't even know how you can't understand it, but you have to, right? You know me better than anyone else. You're my best friend.. and so much more." He hears the boy sucking in a breath to say something, but he doesn't let him, he has to say what he wants to, or he will never have the courage again. "I've wanted you for so long, and you know it, or you wouldn't come to me, right? But I can't do this anymore Mitchy, I can't. I don't know why you keep running from me and you don't just stay, letting me love you."

Mitch's eyes are enough to give him an answer. They brim with tears, and the moment Mitch's hand cup his cheek time seems to stop. His heart seems to stop for a moment and, when those soft fingers start caressing his skin, his heart starts beating again.

Or, at least, Scott knows it has to, even if he feels like it completely broke into million of pieces. Mitch doesn't want him. Mitch doesn't love him. Mitch had simply used him. He distances himself from the boy, that scramble to reach his arm - useless, Scott is already standing and moving away from the bed.

"Scott, please -"

"Go." 

It's painful to talk - painful to even breathe. Scott's mind feels like exploding, screaming at him from the inside. Mitch doesn't want him. Mitch doesn't love him. Mitch had only used him. He fastly put on his underwear, going on autopilot, trying to not have a panic attack right in the middle of his bedroom, with Mitch still sitting on his bed, looking at him with a look of pity in his eyes - and Scott wants to cry again.

"Scott, I'm sorry, please let me -"

"Just go!" He screams, unable to contain his pain anymore. He listens to the sound of the door opening and then closing, and he finally lets himself shatter for good, falling on his knees, his whole body shaken by uncontrolled sobs.

Mitch doesn't want him. Mitch doesn't love him. Mitch had only used him.

What is he going to do now?