Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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"How many weeks off of school do we have?" Mitch asked Scott as he watched Scott hang lights, from upstairs, off of the balcony, Mitch watching from downstairs.

"Two, I think. Why?"

Mitch hummed, "Just curious. I have a presentation due when we go back and I'm seeing just how long I can hold it off."

Scott chuckled, "My little procrastinator."

Mitch smiled slightly, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, grabbing a Kombucha drink and then closing the door. He opened the drink as he walked back to where he was previously standing. He looked back up at Scott, who was looking down at him.

Scott raised a brow, "So? Miss decorator, how does it look?"

Mitch took a step back, twisting the lid back on to his drink, after taking a sip, and examining the lights. After a short period of time, he nodded his head approvingly, "Looks good." He said.

Scott nodded and turned to walk down the stairs as Mitch walked over to the Christmas tree and started putting ornaments on.

Their tree had different colored lights on, and all different colored ornaments. Mitch doesn't like the 'too put together look', as he put it, which is why it's not themed.

Scott came up behind him and grabbed a box of ornaments, opening them and pulling out a few before setting them down on the step stool sitting beside the tree.

Mitch was wearing a giant Christmas sweatshirt that came down to about mid-thigh and some regular black leggings.

Scott was dressed in a Christmas sweater with blue jeans and Christmas socks on.

Mitch insisted that today was going to be all about Christmas, and that they were going to put up all the decorations and make cookies.

Mitch also had a little early surprise for Scott but that was being saved for later.

No, not sex. Ya dirty minded people.

An actual present.

That's not his ass.

Well, at least not now anyway.

"Do you wanna put the star on, mein schatz?"

Mitch blushed, "I'm gonna find a cute Italian nickname for you, ya know." Mitch stated.

Scott fake pouted, "But giving you nicknames in another language is my thing. Find your own thing."

Mitch giggled and rolled his eyes, "Im serious. I'm gonna start calling you a name in Italian and then torture you and not tell you what it means and finally tell you like a month later."

"Hey, don't call me out." Scott joked.

Mitch shrugged, "Just saying. It was brutal not knowing what it was. For all I knew it could've meant, 'my little shit'."

Scott slowly turned his head towards Mitch, "Uh.... what?" He said.

Mitch looked at him confused, "What? I was just saying."

"You think I'd give you a German nickname that meant, 'my little shit'."

Mitch groaned, "Stop," he whined, "I was just using it as an example."

Scott chuckled and shook his head, "So are you putting the star on the tree or not?"

"You do realize we have a fifty foot tree?"

"Yeah? And I have a fifty foot ladder. What's your point?"

Mitch's eyes widened slightly, "Uh, no. I'm not going that high."

"Alright, alright. I'll have Michael do it. I was just wondering."

Mitch smiled slightly at him, watching Scott reach up and put an ornament on the tree.

"I'll have Michael do the ornaments we can't reach too," Scott said, "Maybe while we're making cookies so afterwards we can sit and watch Christmas movies?"

After, not really getting a response, Scott looked to tee side to see Mitch just staring at him.

Scott chuckled and leaned down, kissing Mitch's lip. Mitch snapped out of whatever gaze he was in, kissing back gently. Scott put a hand on Mitch's hip, rubbing his thumb in circles as he continued to drag out the kiss.

"What'd you say?" Mitch said, breathlessly, against Scott's lips.

Scott shook his head and pecked Mitch's lips once before standing upright and hanging another ornament on the tree.

"I asked if it was okay to have Michael do the rest of the ornaments that we can't reach while we bake cookies, that way we can snuggle up and watch Christmas movies without disturbance?"

Mitch nodded reaching for another ornament, "Yeah sounds good," he said, still flustered.