A/N Apologies for the short chapter - hopefully I'll get another chapter posted later. 

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Mitch woke with a start to the sound of a small, startled squeal. 

He groaned as he turned towards the noise and opened his eyes to find Kirstie standing in the doorway to his bedroom, her eyes wide, both hands covering her mouth. 

Mitch looked down and realized Scott was on his stomach, naked and exposed. At least he, himself, was under the covers mostly… 

“Do you mind?” he whispered out to her. 

Kirstie still didn’t move her eyes that were glued to Scott’s sleeping form. 

“Kirstin.Taylor.eyes.off.” 

“I’m sorry! Your bedroom door was open, you usually close it! I didn’t think you guys would move that fast! I … should.. probably...” 

“Goooo” Mitch made a face at her and used one hand to make a shooing motion and the other to pull the comforter up to cover Scott’s backside, not like it really mattered at this point… 

“Yes… go…” she still didn’t move. 

“Kiirrrstttiieeee…”

“and ...why the hell is he asleep its not even 8 o’ clock yet!”

“Stop making excuses to keep looking at my boyfriend!!... I mean.. my… something.” He made a face as he wasn’t sure what the hell he and Scott were now.

“Right…but you have to… call me… and tell me… ” 

“Ok, ok get out!” 

“going…” she kind of inched towards the door.

“Kirstin Taylor Maldonado!” he whispered sternly. 

She pouted but finally she averted her eyes and walked out of the room and soon after he heard the front door open and close.

He was going to have to have a long talk with that girl.

Scott stirred slightly in his sleep. 

The boy hated covers. He would start bundled in them, loving them when he was awake, but he always ended up kicking them off or pushing them onto Mitch, or somehow wiggling out from under them.

Mitch waited, watching and sure enough he started shifting in his sleep, the comforter getting maneuvered slowly to the side. 

He laughed and pulled it back off of him.  

The sleeping man relaxed and stilled. 

Mitch couldn’t stop his smile. He just propped his head up on his hand, turning to lay on his side facing Scott. He just wanted to watch him for awhile. 

He was here. He was really here. 

He was really his again. He didn’t want to close his eyes even to blink, afraid he'd open them and Scott would be gone and this would have all been another one of his dreams, but judging by the way his body felt currently this was DEFINITELY not a dream. 

After a few minutes Scott finally began to stir, inhaling deeply as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mitch. 

He smiled at him through lazy sleepy eyes. “Hi.” he said quietly. 

“Hello, gorgeous.” Mitch grinned. 

Scott was quiet for a bit as he let his eyes travel over Mitch's face, his neck,  his chest…

“I’m beginning to think someone has a staring problem. See anything interesting??” 

“Nope. Not a thing.” Scott grinned and looked at the clock.  “We should get up.” 

“Un uh. Mommy isn’t going anywhere. I’m not even sure I can stand right now, let alone walk. I think you put every bit of flexibility and stamina this dancer's body had to the test. I think I’m a bit rusty.” Mitch flopped over onto his back with a bit of a laugh.

Scott laughed and ran his fingers over a couple of the marks he’d left on Mitch’s neck and chest. “Sorry, I got a bit overexcited.” 

Mitch raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding right? Never, ever apologize for anything you just did to my body. I’m hoping for an encore when I’ve recovered.” Mitch stretched, arms over his head, back arching gracefully off of the bed.

Scott laughed and let his eyes follow the sleek, arcing line, but his eyes zeroed in on some dark marks around Mitch’s hips and a second matching set at his waist. The laughter in his eyes disappeared abruptly, and a darker look replaced it.  “Christ, almighty. What did I do to you!?” He gripped the comforter and threw it off of Mitch and looked down at his handiwork. “Mitch!” 

“What!?” Mitch smirked as he flattened back to the bed with tiny satisfied sigh. “Don't worry, your back also has some battle wounds.” 

Scott didn’t seem to notice he’d even spoken, he was too busy lining up his fingers with the constellation of marks on Mitch’s body as if he had to make sure they came from him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you!?” 

“You weren’t! Baby, I was having the time of my fu¢king life. I liked… no wait … like isn’t strong enough… i LOVED seeing that side of you.” 

Scott still pouted.  “Still.” 

He let his fingertip ghost over Mitch’s hip bone and it caused the younger to let out a tiny sound. Mitch had had enough of Scott's worry. He pushed the larger man over onto his back and climbed over him, letting his face hover over the other’s, his legs straddling his hips.

“You were practically primitive… holding me down, bending me in half and about a thousand other ways from Sunday…  I swear you invented half of those positions.”  He leaned closer, his lips almost touching Scott’s.  “You practically fu¢ked your name into my soul and let me tell you, this girl won’t be able to move without being reminded of every single thing you did to this body for at least a week.  And every time I feel it, I’ll remember the name that made me scream over… and over… and over again.” 

Mitch smirked and Scott was, thankfully, too exhausted to really be too rowdy again or Mitch woulda been on his back again. So he settled for a kiss for now. 

The boy on top pulled away and kissed the other’s neck. “Dont worry. I left marks of my own on you.”

Scott smirked. “Well since you put it like that, maybe next time you can try your hand at destroying me.”

Mitch’s eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re intentionally trying to end me. You’re about to succeed.” 

Scott laughed and leaned up to kiss him again. 

Mitch pulled away after a bit and climbed off of him and off of the bed. It took him a minute to steady himself as his body gave an ache of protest. 

Scott chuckled as he looked on. “You do realize tomorrow you are going to be-” 

“Princess, I don’t want to think about it right now. Mommy needs a shower stat.” He took a few shaky steps towards the bedroom door and looked back at Scott over his shoulder.  “Feel like assisting in that?” He threw his signature ‘Mitch Grassi smirk’ look over his shoulder momentarily and headed to the bathroom, knowing Scott wouldn’t be too far behind.