Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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Mitch really really wanted to make brownies. Like really bad. He begged Scott to make them with him, more like gave him a blow job, putting Scott in a happy mood and then asked Scott to make brownies with him.

Anyway-

They're now in the kitchen, Mitch grabbing all the necessary ingredients.

"Scottie?" Mitch said, "Where's Nichole? I haven't seen her in forever."

"I think she's in the back house where the help stays. Why? Do you wanna hang out with her?"

Mitch laughed and handed Scott the eggs, "No, I was just wondering. I've missed her. Plus, I'm hanging with you."

"You don't have to hang with me, love. We hang out everyday." Scott said, chuckling.

Mitch rolled his eyes, "No," he insisted, "I wanna make brownies with you. And watch my black and white show and oh! And swim. It won't be warm outside for much longer!"

"Of course, honey."

Mitch smiled and handed Scott the flour, "There, that's the last ingredient."

"You know I'm not very good at cooking, right."

Mitch stood on the tips of his toes, patting the top of Scott's head, "I know," he said, lowering his heals and his arm coming back to his side, "which is why you have me!"

Scott raised a brow, "Mitch?"

"Mhm." Mitch said while he poured the mix in.

"Are you- are you okay? Like, are you doing your little defense mechanism thing."

Mitch's head looked at him slowly, a 'what the fuck' look on his face, "Wait- what?"

"Ya know," Scott shrugged, "like when your sad and you try to push the fact that your sad away by acting happy."

Mitch laughed, "What? Scott, no. I'm just happy today. Woke up on the right side of the bed, I guess."

Scott smiled and walked up to Mitch, wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Mitch's shoulder and watching him make the mix, "Good." He said, then kissed Mitch's ear.

"And, maybe later, I can make love to you." Scott whispered in Mitch's ear.

Mitch giggled, "We had sex on my birthday, baby."

"No, not sex. Love."

"You sound so gay."

Scott groaned, "Mitch, you know I don't usually say stuff like that or wanna actually take our time. Can we please? Tonight?"

"What is up with your snappiness?"

"Mitchie, please?"

Mitch looked at Scott after the mix was done, leaning against the counter and putting a hand on Scott's face, "You really wanna make love honey?" Mitch asked.

Scott pouted and nodded.

Mitch smiled and pecked Scott's lips, "Okay, baby."