Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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WARNING: TALK OF SELF HARM.

Don't freak out though. Its just talk about the past and theres not anything too discriptive.

Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!!!!

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They were now on Scotts bed, Scott holding Mitch in his arms.

"Tell me what's wrong baby, what's going on"?

Mitch shook his head and buried his face into Scotts chest.

Scott sighed. "Please, Love".

Mitch looked up at Scott with big eyes. "Its stupid".

"Its not stupid if your hurting over it".

Mitch sat up in the bed and sat Indian style with his hands in his lap. "But.... You're disappointed in me".

Scott sat up as well and shook his head. "No, baby, I promise I'm not. I just want to help you".

Mitch looked up at Scott then looked back down at the bedspread and started to pick at a loose string.

Scott sighed again as Mitch continued to act like Scott wasn't even present in the room.

Scott continued to think.

Is it Chris? Maybe. Maybe its what Chris said to him..... but its been a few days since its happened and Mitch is usually one to let go of things easily. Then what could it be?

Scott sat there deep in thought until one thing popped into his mind.

I wonder...... No, he couldn't be. I would've noticed.... Should I ask?

Scott bit his lip as he looked at Mitch. Better to know than to wonder. Scott cleared his throat. "Um... Are... Are you...... Relapsing"?

Mitchs head snapped up at the question. "Scott, why would you think that"? 

Scott shook his head. "Please just answer the question".

"No". Mitch said, his voice in a whisper.

"Can I see your wrists".

Mitch's eyebrows furrowed, "You don't trust me"?

"No, baby, I do. I just want to make sure".

Mitch rolled up his sleeves and showed Scott his arms. Scott investigated them, running his thumbs over the old, almost white, scars.

Scott let his eyes strain on them for a second longer before nodding and letting Mitch roll his sleeves back down.

"A-and your legs, please".

Mitch sighed as he got up off the bed and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and off his legs.

Scott scooted closer to the edge of the bed and looked at both of Mitch's legs, only seeing old scars as well.

"Can you take off your shirt and boxers too". Scott asked, looking up at Mitch.

"Scottie....."

"I trust you, I swear. I just want to make sure your okay".

Mitch nodded and took off his shirt and boxers.

Scott looked at his stomach first, he ran his hand over the scars and leaned forward to kiss them.

Scott then looked at Mitch's hips, both of them. He was about to nod his head when he saw some pinker scars stand out from the white ones on Mitch's left hip.

Scott pointed at them. "How old are these"? He asked, looked up at Mitch through his eye lashes.

Mitch looked down at the scars. "At least six months". He whispered out, hoping Scott wouldn't hear him.

"Six months! I thought you stopped a little over a year ago"!

Mitch hid his face in his hands. "I'm sorry".

Scott sighed and ran his hand over his face as he stood from the bed and pulled Mitch in for a hug. "Its okay, promise you haven't done it since then".

"I promise".

"Promise you won't relapse again".

Mitch pulled away from the hug and looked into Scott's eyes. "Just as long as you promise the same".

Scott titled his head to the side. "You know I haven't in four years".

"I know but..... Still promise".

Scott nodded. "I promise".