Unhinged

Timing

*Mitch's POV*

I don't know what to do.

Not only did I pick up this stray, but now I'm taking him back to my place.

He sure was handsome though. I've never seen someone quite like him around here, he must be new. But honestly. The shoulders, the freckles, the legs, the beard, the face, the ASS! He sure does seem like the whole package. But I don't know...

I have a funny feeling in my stomach. I want to help him, I just hope I'm doing the right thing.

Confusion muddled my thought process, slowing down everything my mind was trying to wiz through. All I could think of was poor Max, he had been the same as Scott.

It all had to do with timing. How long does it take for you to walk to the bus stop so you don't miss it? How long does it take for a roast lamb to cook? Maybe if you were a little bit faster on the way to Max's place to check in on him, he wouldn't be dead. Timing is key. And my timing was wrong.

It was too late to help Max, but it's not too late for Scott. I won't let history repeat itself. I can't.

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*Scotts POV*

I awoke suddenly, panicked and confused, like when you wake up in a hotel room in the middle of the night and you don't know where you are. It was like that, but worse; because this hotel had 4 wheels and was taking me somewhere unknown with someone unknown. Being this vulnerable to anyone after Charles was something I was not used to, and I didn't like it. As sexual and open as I act, I was very worried and was constantly second guessing myself.

But if this was going to work out, I needed to allow Mitch to take over for a little bit. I needed to trust him.

"Hey honey are you alright? You dosed off for a bit and I didn't want to wake you. Oh and your phone went off. Alex?" Mitch seemed genuine and I didn't question his tone, concerned and caring.

"Uh thanks, yeah I'll be fine, just tired" I rubbed my eyes, sore from the prolonged stress, "Alex, just a friend. More like a sister I guess" I immediately shut down Mitch's thought process, not wanting him to believe I was taken.

"Good - I just mean, I was hoping you weren't planning on cheating. Remember the whole "Well hello fella, wanna fuck" ordeal?" That bastard was still snickering.

"Hey I thought we were going to forget about that!" I whined. Unfair Mitch, unfair... but it was still cute.

"Oh I will forget! You know, one day, when I'm old and can't remember how to dance. But that's where you come in buddy boy, you can show me how to do the tango all over again. Like good old times!" He was so cheerful, trying to allow his energy to rub off onto me. It was working.

"Did i miss the part where we met years ago? Maybe you're confusing me with someone else. Hi, my name is Scott, you just saved my life. How about in German? Hallo, mein name ist Scott, du hast gerade mein Leben gerettet. Let's try french? Salut, mon nom est Scott, tu viens -"

"Okay you multi-lingual asshole! Fick dich!" Through the swearing and the defeated expression on his face, he couldn't help but laugh. And my God it was the cutest laugh I have ever heard.

"But what I meant, before I was rudely interrupted and disrespected, was that you will teach me to dance! And if you don't know how to dance, then you can learn and then teach me. And when I'm old and dying, you can lift my body off of the bed, drape my arms around your strong shoulders and make me feel young again. I like the sound of that, what do you think?"

He looked over at my stunned face, slightly in disbelief.

"Whatever drug you're on, I'll take some of it. Because you just spoke about death like it was the most beautiful thing in the world and I -"

"Its not beautiful Scott." He shut me down almost immediately. Did I say something wrong? "I'm sorry, I seem to be projecting some of my past relationships onto you. I had someone who was going to teach me to dance, but... we ran out of time thats all. I can come off a bit strong, I know. I'll work on that. But first of all, we're here."

I took my eyes off of Mitch and turned to see a cottage-like beach house, overlooking the water, as if straight out a movie. It was small, but cozy. "Do you live here on your own?" My voice half trailed off, thinking if this is the last thing I see before he brutally murders me, I'd be okay with that.

"Yeah, my parents moved away a couple years ago. Its a bit weird I know, to not even be an adult yet, but having my own house and life away from family. Its a bit lonely actually." His eyebrows creased.

"Yeah I guess. But no rules, regulations. Nothing! You do what you want, when you want!"

"Sometimes its nice to have rules, makes you feel like someone cares" Mitch shrugged it off, but I could see that it hurt him, being alone all the time, no one to hold onto when the weather gets stormy or when you watch a horror movie and you're convinced someone is behind that couch in the corner of the room. No one but your own bitter self.

"Well heres a rule for you, no smoking tabaco in front of me okay! And if I catch you smoking at all, you're grounded. Hows that? First rule I've given!" I was awfully proud of myself, I felt very dom-top.

"O-kay daddy!" Mitch put on a very unconvincing face, full of mischief whilst trying not to laugh.

"Well at least I know your kinks now, thank you" This was a new experience for me and I was going to roll with it.

"I was kidding!"

His words were telling me one thing but his body language was telling a whole other story.

"Yeah, sure you were" I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes, as he attempted to pull me out of the car and into the house.

His house was gorgeous, seemed like a holiday home, one for display that anybody rarely stepped a foot into. Everything was in its rightful place, with a colour scheme of sky blue, white and black, with mixtures of grey placed cautiously, yet perfectly in-between.

"This is wonderful Mitch" I couldn't help but be in awe, however it made me feel slightly bad as I remembered the state I had left my own room in.

"Just something I threw together you know. I saw you on the crystal ball last night and thought I'd buy a house and prepare for a guest."

I stopped, slightly terrified at these multiple personalities Mitch seemed to have. My mind wandered back to the murder thought...

"I'm kidding Scott! Relax! I like to have things in place, and I love fashion and all things under the fashion umbrella. So what my house is neat? I've got to keep myself pre-occupied somehow, don't I? Anyway, you stay here, I'm going to have a look in the fridge and see what food I can get you. You want a drink? Iced tea sound good?"

He was halfway out of the room but still shouting out the menu to me, like I was in some sort of waitressing resort. It was only when he caught me staring at his ass that a pillow was lodged in my general direction.

"Eyes up top buddy! Raspberry or peach?"

"Oh uh, raspberry please" Of course he caught me looking like an ass and staring at him. He is just so fascinating I couldn't stop myself.

"Sweet, make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a minute"

"Ayy papi" I whispered to myself.

This was going to be an rememberable vacation.

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