Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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No double bc I took the two chapters and combined them.

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

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Mitch woke up to the sun pouring through the windows, a true cliche moment, as he looked up at Scott. Scott was laying on his back, in all his naked glory, with Mitch naked on top of him and the duvet covering them.

Mitch breathed in, setting his head back down on Scott's chest, his right cheek above shots heart, and set one hand on Scott's arm, running his thumb in circles.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice, "Mr. Grassi? Mr. Hoying?"

Mitch smiled slightly, realizing it was Michael at the door, "Give me a second, Michael," he called, throwing the duvet off of him but grabbing the sheet and wrapping himself in it from his chest down. Mitch walked to the door and opened it, giving Michael a slight smile.

Michael wasn't fazed by the fact Mitch was naked, it actually happened quite often, so he gave Mitch a big smile and said, "Morning, Mr. Grassi. I'm sorry to wake you but I didn't know if I was needed to cook breakfast or not?"

Mitch giggled, "You didn't wake me, I actually woke up just before you knocked. But I think breakfast would be nice, you know how Scott likes it?"

Michael nodded, "But, not to step out of bounds, but why do you always have me cook the way Scott likes his breakfast? How about how you like it?" He asked.

Mitch shrugged, "Because, Scott works his ass off for me. Working from home, taking on school five days a week, taking care of me because we all know I need lots of attention to survive, loving me every day, paying bills, buying food, driving me wherever I want or need to go.... i only do, not even, half of that list. So, to me, it doesn't matter what kind of breakfast I want. I don't really even care all that much. But someone who works as hard as he does deserves to eat how he wants..."

"That's so fuckin sweet. This is why I love you," Scott said, now laying on his stomach and looking towards Mitch with his cheek resting on the pillow.

Mitch, startled, turned around, "Jesus Christ, baby. Don't do that."

Scott chuckled a little, "Sorry," he said. His voice still deep from waking up.

Mitch smiled slightly and turned back to Michael, "Breakfast would be nice. How Scott likes it, please. And lunch too, at one o'clock, if you don't mind."

Michael nodded, "Of course. Have a lovely evening, Sir."

Mitch smiled and shut the door as Michael started to walk away. Mitch walked back to the bed, body still covered with the beige sheet. Scott sat up, keeping his lower half covered with the duvet, and sitting on the side of the bed, feet touching the floor.

Mitch stopped in front of Scott, standing in between Scott's legs. Scott tugged the side of the sheet, signaling that he wanted Mitch to drop it.

Mitch bit his lip and shook his head, "Not again, baby. My body's sore," he said.

Scott smiled slightly, looking up at Mitch and resting his hands on Mitch's hips, "Don't wanna do anything. Just wanna admire you." He replied.

Mitch bit his lip, dropping the sheet from his hands and letting it fall to the floor. Scott looked Mitch up in down, drawing his lips in to a thin line, before leaning forward and kissing Mitch's stomach. Scott looked up at Mitch through his eyelashes, kissing the middle of his stomach then resting his forehead there.

"So beautiful," Scott whispered.

Mitch blushed and ran his fingers through Scott's hair, Scott closing his hands and enjoying it.

"Love you so much," Mitch said, almost mumbling it.

Scott pulled Mitch a little closer by the hips, taking his head off Mitch's stomach and looking up at him. Scott ran his hands over Mitch's smooth thighs, stopping right in the middle of his thighs. He took Mitch's left arm into his hand, turning it over and kissing the scars up his arm, looking at Mitch the whole time.

When Scott got to the final scar, he let the kiss linger, before taking his lips off Mitch's arm and looking into Mitch's eyes to see them watery.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked in a whisper as he reached up and wiped a few tears from Mitch's cheeks.

Mitch sniffled, "I'm sorry. You're just so sweet and... you know I cry every time you do that. Every time you kiss my scars. It's just... overwhelming. I'm sorry."

Scott stood up, letting the duvet fall from him, taking Mitch's chin in between his fingers and kissing Mitch on the lips.

"There is absolutely no reason for you to be apologizing right now. I do that to show you that I love you, no matter what you've done, what your past looks like, things you've seen, I love you. Alright?"

Mitch let another tear escape, nodding because his words were failing him right now.

Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch again, pulling Mitch's body flesh against his own.