Scott was overly excited for his and Mitch's date. He had reserved a table for two at Venditori's Italian Restaurant. He dressed in a nice suit, perfect for the restaurant. It was very expensive, but totally worth it for another night with Mitch Grassi.

"How much was this anyways?" Alex says. "The seats alone were thirty. I wanted to reserve us a private room." Scott says, smirking, thinking about the things he could do to Mitch in that room. No Scott. You can't think about those things. That's... No. Mitch is too... Too precious to screw up like that. I can't do that to him.

"Scottie. Earth to Scott." Alex says, snapping his fingers in front of Scott face. Scott jumps out of his thoughts. "Oh sorry. Just thinking about Mitch." Scott explains. Alex's face drops momentarily at Scott's response but is back into a cheery smile. Scott doesn't even notice.

"Okay. So... I got to go. I'll see you later Alex!" Scott says, grabbing his keys and his phone. Alex nods. "I'll be here." He says to himself as Scott closes the door in his farewell. "Okay then." Alex says to the empty house.

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Knock knock, knock knock knock

Scott makes a small rhythm with his knocks on Mitch's apartment door. He only waits about ten seconds before he hears several curse words through the door. "Jesus Wyatt!" He hears the brunette whisper-yell. The door opens to reveal a slightly disheveled Mitch.

"Well hello!" Scott says, smirking at Mitch's appearance. Mitch blushes in embarrassment. "Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to wear..." He trails off, looking from my suit to his button up and blue jeans. "You look amazing Mitchie. Come on. We're gonna be late." Scott urges. The brunette shuffles out of his apartment and closes the door softly.

The pair walk down the stairs to Scott's car. Scott holds Mitch's car door open for Mitch to climb inside. Mitch smirks at Scott's behavior. Scott shuts the door behind Mitch and runs over to the drivers side, getting in and starting the car.

"So..." Scott starts. "Who's Wyatt?" He asks, looking at Mitch from the corner of his eye. Mitch visibly blushes at Scott's question. "He's my Sphinx Cat." Mitch answers. "Oh my gosh! I love them! They're cute. In they're own special way." Scott gushes. Mitch stares at the driver adoringly. "For real. That's awesome that you like them!" Mitch agrees.

"Okay. Close your eyes." Scott says as they near they're destination. Mitch sighs and shakes his head, but closes his eyes anyway. Scott's eyes twinkle with mischief as they pull into the restaurant parking lot. "Alright Mitchie. Open up those beauties." Scott says, as he stops the car and climbs out to open Mitch's door. Mitch's eyes open as Scott opens the door. Mitch climbs out and starts jumping in excitement.

"Scottie! I love this place!" He exclaims. Then he remembers how expensive it is. "Oh my god! Scott! This place is so expensive!" Mitch says. Scott rolls his eyes and shrugs. "It's okay. Anything to be with you." Scott says. Mitch smiles at the corniness of the blonde.

"Alright. Let's go!" Scott says, escorting his date into the restaurant.

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"Scott! This food is amazing! I love it." Mitch says, a mouth full of Fettuccine Alfredo. Scott nods, swallowing his mouthful of Chicken Alfredo. "It is exceptionally good." Scott agrees. They eat in a content silence, filled with the occasional comment about the food.

"So tell me Scottie-Boy..." Mitch begins, interrupting the comfortable silence. Scott looks up from his plate of food to give Mitch his full attention. "Why'd you rent us a private room?" Scott blushes at the question. How does he answer this without sounding like a pervert? Mitch raises his perfectly plucked eyebrow as he waited for an answer. "I-I just thought it'd be nice to-to have a nice dinner by ourselves. You know?" Scott stutters around. Mitch laughs at Scott's answer, slowly getting up from his seat.

"So you didn't expect me to do this, right?" Mitch says, sitting down on Scott's lap. Scott's eyes widen at Mitch's forwardness. Mitch leans close to Scott's face. "Or this?" Mitch whispers into Scott's ear. Mitch sticks his hand down Scott's pants, brushing along his v-line and boxers. Scott's jaw tightens as he fights to keep control of the rising animal inside of him. "Mitch. I-"

"Sirs? Would you-Oh my God!" A female screech is enough to make Mitch jump off of Scott's lap and across the room. Mitch and Scott look at the young waitress wide-eyed. She doesn't seem to be no older than sixteen. Scott faintly remembers her telling them her name was Emily, or Elizabeth, or something like that.

She currently is covering her eyes with her hands. "I'm sorry. I could come back in a second. I should have knocked." She says, turning towards the door.

Mitch is by her side in an instant. "Hey. No. It's okay. That was totally inappropriate." Mitch apologizes. The girl hesitantly removes her hands to look at the pair of men. Mitch meets her gaze with an apologetic smile. The waitress smiles back.

Scott gets up from his chair and joins the duo by the sliding barn doors, his arm sliding around Mitch's waist. The brunette smiles up at Scott as Scott smiles down at Mitch.

"I SHIP IT!" The waitress squeals, making both Scott and Mitch jump. The pair looks at the girl, who Scott can now identify as Emily by her name tag.

"Oh sorry." She apologizes at her loud voice. "Can I get you guys anything else? Maybe some water?" She asks. Mitch raises an eyebrow at the girl's suggestion. "Why water?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"Cuz y'all 're some thirsty mofos up in here!" Emily shouts, cackling as she walks out of the room, no doubt going to tell her best friend, whom she met at work, Samantha, about her experience with the two lovers. The two lovers in question stare after the retreating brunette in amused shock.