"Thank you Mitch. You didn't really have to do this." Scott thanks the shorter man. Mitch shakes his head, dismissing Scott's gratitude. "It's okay. I know it's really, really fast, but I have a good feeling about you." Mitch says with a wink. Scott smiles and meets the brunette in a sweet kiss. Scott pulls away, smiling at the shorter man.

"Come on. We have to get the rest of this stuff packed up." Scott says, moving to unfold a box. When Scott said "the rest of this stuff", Scott meant the clothes in his drawers and closet. As well as his bed. But that can be moved another day. Everything else was out in either Scott's truck or Mitch's car. Mitch chuckles at Scott's excitement to move in with him.

Scott has been sleeping at Mitch's house for almost three weeks after Alex kicked him out. So that means they've been dating for almost a full month.

I love him. Mitch thinks. He startles at the thought. What? He hasn't quote "loved" unquote anyone since Travis. Travis was Mitch's last boyfriend. They ended on bad terms. Mitch shuddered at the memory of their breakup.

"You dumb bitch! What's wrong with you?!" Travis yells. Mitch stumbles back as Travis takes a drunken swing at him. It misses but that doesn't mean it didn't scare Mitch shitless. "I... I didn't mean it!" Mitch stutters, regretting ever telling Travis that he was a quote "drunken asshole" unquote.

Travis's laugh booms across the large house. Mitch cowers away from the taller man. "Didn't mean it? Bitch you said it with every ounce of hatred in your body!" Travis spat.

Travis swung again, this time making contact with Mitch's face. Mitch screams as he meets the tiled floor of Travis's kitchen. Travis laughs. "I'm done with you." He says, dropping the bottle onto the floor. It shatters, a few of the pieces piercing the skin on his face and arm.

"Mitch?" Scott says, staring at his boyfriend that seems to be stuck in his own little world. A world filled with nightmares by the look Mitch has on his face. "Mitchie?" Scott asks, snapping his fingers in front of Mitch's face. Mitch jumps back, started at how close Scott was to him.

"Jesus Christ!" Mitch yells, clutching the place above his heart. "Nope. Just me." Scott says, trying to make a joke. "But seriously. Are you okay?" Mitch nods shakily. "Yeah. I'm fine." He answers. "Okay." Scott says, not believing a word he says.

They pack Scott's clothes in silence, listening to Scott's iPhone blast Beyoncé. "Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air. Shoulders sideways. Smack it smack it. In the air." Mitch sings quietly along with Beyoncé. Scott looks up at Mitch who's standing on the other side of Scott's room, packing up Scott's drawers.

"Wave your hands side to side put it in the air." Scott sings, making Mitch look up at him. "Wave your hands side to side put it in the air." Mitch sings. "Clap clap clap. Like you don't care. Smack dat smack dat like ya don't care!" Mitch and Scott sing together.

Mitch and Scott stare at each other before Mitch starts to sing.

"Mad cuz I'm so fresh. Fresher than you." Mitch starts to walk towards Scott. "I'm fresher than you." Mitch presses on to Scott's front, leaning up to Scott's mouth. Scott feels his pants tighten at Mitch's closeness. "Fresher than you, oh." Mitch makes his eyes grow wide at the last syllable.

Scott growls from deep in his throat as he grabs Mitch's waist, pulling him impossibly closer to him. Mitch gasps and Scott takes this opportunity to smash his lips onto Mitch's. He slips his tongue into Mitch's mouth and Mitch moans, Scott's lips muffling the sound.

Mitch grabs desperately at Scott's back, wanting him closer. Their clothes prevented any further contact. Their lips move in sync, wanting, no needing, more of each other.

"God I want you." Scott moans, pulling Mitch down on top of him on the bed. Mitch's deft fingers unbutton Scott's flannel and slip it from his shoulders. "I want you." Mitch says as he flips himself and Scott over. "You're wearing too much." Scott mutters, pulling Mitch's tank top from his body. Mitch nods, reattaching their lips. Scott flings the shirt away from them.

"Holy shit!" Alex yells as he walks in on Scott and Mitch's make out session. The couple freezes and Mitch rolls off of Scott. "Alex." Scott breathes. Mitch scrambles to get his shirt back on as Scott rolls off of the bed. Scott grabs his flannel and slips it onto his shoulders, buttoning it up.

"Damn right it's me!" Alex yells. "What the fuck are you two doing in my house?" He demands. "I'm moving out!" Scott yells. Mitch backs away, scared at all the yelling. It might have been two years since he last saw Travis, but the linger effects of his abuse still affect him. "What?!" Alex asks, a bit softer. "You're moving out?" Scott nods. "Yeah. I'm getting away from here and out of your hair." Scott says.

Alex's gaze travels from Scott to Mitch who was staring at the two with cautious eyes. "Your fault." Alex says, his gaze hardening into a glare. "This is all your fault!" He yells, running towards the brunette. Mitch's eyes widen as Alex picks him up by the shirt, slamming him against the wall.

"Alex!" Scott yells, lunging forwards. Mitch holds his arm out to stop Scott. Scott stops but watches the two with fire in his eyes. "Alex. Listen please. Don-Don't hurt me." Mitch stutters, letting his fear and nervousness show. Alex leans towards Mitch face. "You dumb bitch. What is wrong with you?"

"You dumb bitch! What's wrong with you?" A drunken swing.

Two years ago, Mitch would have stroked out at those two sentences being spoken to him again. But he was stronger, better than those who had broken him, used him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. It's. All. You." He says, struggling to get out of Alex's grip.

"Alex!" Scott yells as Alex draws back and punches Mitch in the face, making the brunette drop to the floor in unconsciousness. "Mitch!"

"I'm gonna-" Scott starts but is cut off by Alex's lips. Alex pushes himself against Scott. He wraps his arms strongly around Scott waist, keeping him in place. "Come on Scott. Now we can be together." Alex urges. Scott's eyes find Mitch's still body but Alex moves Scott head so he is looking at Alex. "No."