Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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This chapter is kinda long and might be a little heartbreaking, not too much though, I promise.

I'm saving that for the 100th chapter. Hehe

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

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Saturday:

Mitch ate everything Michael brought out, of course, sharing some with Michael and Nichole.

Nichole laughed at something Michael said, as Mitch looked down at his phone and pressed the home button. He checked the time, 10:37.

"Oh... fuck." Mitch mumbled under his breath.

Nichole looked at him, brows furrowed, "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I only have an hour and a half to get ready. Scott's parents are coming into town, as you may know, and I wanna look presentable. They've only met me on a count of three times. Wanna make some good impressions, ya know?"

Nichole laughed a little, "Oh honey, they've seen how happy you make their son. You don't have to do a thing. And you look cute as a button in what you're wearing."

Mitch blushed and looked down, playing with his hands in his lap, "Oh... that's nice. I just..... okay."

Nichole set a hand on Mitch's thigh, "But if you want to look all dressed up, that's okay too. I'll help if you want."

Mitch shook his head, "No no, you're right. I shouldn't have to try so hard."

Nichole took her hand off of Mitch's thigh, smiling slightly, "There's nothing wrong with trying hard. I think it's cute that you wanna look good for his parents."

"Oh, thanks. But, you're right. They like me... I think and they won't mind what I'm wearing." Mitch said.

Nichole nodded, standing up and taking their plates, "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be helping Michael clean the kitchen." Nichole said, walking into the back kitchen.

Mitch's phone made a ding, signaling that he got a notification. He looked down at his phone, seeing a text from Scott.

My Sweet Protective Boy 💙: we'll be home early, in about twenty minutes. Sorry it's so last minute, I know you like to get ready early, but don't you worry about it, you're so god damn beautiful no matter what you look like and what you're wearing. Love you, babygirl. Can't wait to see your pretty face.

Mitch sighed in contentment, smiling. Scott's text completely calmed Mitch's worries about what he looks like. Of course, everyone knows Scott is the only one who's opinion really matters to Mitch.

Mitch typed back a quick text, making sure to say that he loved Scott and that he misses him. He sent the text and got off of the chair, walking down the hallway, turning left, and walking down to the end of that hallway, opening the bedroom door and walking inside.

He closed the door behind himself and threw his phone on the bed, walking to the mirror and examining himself.

The hoodie he wore was pretty big and the leggings he wore showed off his legs and he didn't know if Scott's parents would mind or not.

Mitch's eyes traveled up to his face, one hand coming up to touch his under eye bags. He, of course, wasn't wearing any makeup because it was so early in the day. Although, he barley had any under eye bags, Mitch thought it was more noticeable than it actually was.

He sighed and let his arm fall to his side.

He then started to poke at his thighs and pull at the skin and leggings, wondering if his thighs looked too big and if he needed to change into something more baggy to hide them.

He then re-examined the hoodie he wore, deciding that it made him look bad and took it off, putting on a random t-shirt.

He looked back at himself in the mirror and looked himself up and down.

You could see the scars on his arm.

He sighed and held his left arm to his chest. He looked back at the hoodie on the floor then back at the mirror, deciding what looks best.

Mitch pickled the hoodie up off the floor and put it back on, not even taking off the other shirt he had on.

He figured that he has to hide his scars so that Scott doesn't have to be embarrassed or anything.

Mitch was getting insecure, he usually gets like this when he thinks too much and when Scott isn't here to tell him how beautiful he truly is.

Mitch crossed his arms in front of his chest, one hand running up and down his bicep, an old habit he did when he started getting insecure about himself and his looks.

Mitch looked at himself again, biting his lip and sighing, looking back at the ground.

Mitch then felt two strong arms wrap around him and a kiss planted on his temple. Then a whisper in his ear,

"You are so beautiful, babygirl." Then another kiss on his temple, "and so breathtaking".

Mitch's bottom lip wobbled and he turned his body so that he was facing Scott, who was holding Mitch from behind, and wrapped his arms around him.

Scott's arms tightened around Mitch, pulling him closer, "I fucking love you so much, and your cute little body. You're so gorgeous and I'm so glad to have you. Please don't get insecure. There's no need, especially around me. You know how beautiful you are to me." Scott whispered in Mitch's ear.

Mitch took in a shaky breath and let it out. He sniffled a little bit, moving his head from Scott's chest, standing on his toes and hiding his face in the crook of Scott's neck, his arms under Scott's armpits and his hands gripping Scott's shoulders tightly.

"Thank you." Mitch whispered.

"You're welcome, my beautiful, babygirl."

Mitch pulled away from Scott and wiped his under eyes, laughing bitterly, "I'm sorry. I was so worried about impressing your parents that I started getting insecure and..." he shook his head, looking at the ground, "and I'm sorry."

Scott stepped forward and wiped away the tears that Mitch missed, "No need to be sorry, baby. My parents love you. Don't worry about it. They've missed you a lot and talked about you the whole way here." Scott said, his hands now resting on either side of Mitch's face.

Mitch smiled and took Scott's hands off of his face, intertwining their fingers, "Let's go to them, then."

Scott smiled, leaning down to kiss Mitch slowly but passionately.

Mitch's hands let go of Scott's as he tangled his fingers in Scott's hair, stepping closer to him.

Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist.

Mitch pulled away, pecking Scott's lips once, humming in contentment. "I love you." Mitch whispered.

Scott kissed Mitch again, shirt but sweet, "I love you too, princess."