The Alpha And The Omega

Chapter 87

Mitch was asleep on Scott's shoulder by the third movie.

Scott noticed when Mitch's head finally fell on him.

He stared at Mitch's peaceful face for a second, and then kissed his head momentarily.

Mitch suddenly draped one of his arms over Scott's lap, and then sighed breathily.

Scott smiled at him and then looked back at the movie.

Avi grabbed ahold of Mitch's hand and held it in his own.

Scott growled, but then slapped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry. Force of habit."

Avi smiled. "It's okay. I just wanted to.. But I can let go.."

Scott shook his head. "It's fine. I'm not jealous. I'm not. I'm absolutely not jealous."

"Are you trying to convince yourself, or me?"

Scott didn't look at him. "I don't know. But I'm not jealous. Hands aren't sex."

Avi stared at him for a moment. And then laughed really loudly.

Scott hushed him just as loud. "You'll wake him!" He scolded.

Avi stopped laughing and just smiled at him. "You're pretty funny."

Mitch shifted a little, and his arm drifted over Scott's crotch.

Scott froze and stared at Mitch's arm in his lap.

Avi bit his lip to keep from laughing again. "Hands aren't sex, huh?"

"Is this what sex looks like to you Avi? Huh? Is it?" Scott answered loudly.

Avi was tempted to laugh yet again. "No, Sir."

"Don't call me 'Sir' just to humor me."

Avi used his other hand to make Scott look at him. "Hey.. That's not why I do that. Don't think like that. You're 'Sir' too."

"To everyone except you."

Avi frowned. "That's not true."

Scott rolled his eyes and looked back down at Mitch. "Can we not do this right now? Please?"

"Fine. Can I ask you how your shoulder is feeling?"

"Only after I tell you that the next fucking person who asks me that is going to get the ass whooping of the year."

Avi quieted down. "Oh."

*******

Mitch woke up halfway through the movie Elf.

He moved off of Scott's shoulder and slowly dragged his arm across his lap.

He stretched his arms out a little and met Scott's eyes.

Scott smiled. "Morning, baby."

Mitch smiled right back. "Good morning. Hey.. It's not morning.. Ooh! We're still watching movies?"

Scott nodded. "Want me to make you another hot chocolate?"

Avi looked at him before Scott could answer. "Another one?"

Scott turned his head and glared at him. "His skinny little stomach could use another. Got a problem?"

"I was just asking."

"Alright well could you not sound so rude next time?"

Avi's eyes darkened. "Yeah. I'll work on that."

Scott jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen.

Mitch stared at Avi, eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. He didn't mean that."