Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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Filler chapter. I've been super unmotivated to write lately. Like there's certain stuff I'm excited about writing and certain books I wanna get out but I can't till this one is done and there's stuff I wanna write into this book but I can't because I'm not there yet so yeah... that's kinda what's been happening. Also going from 900/1000 reads each chapter to 400 was kinda sucky so yeah.

Anyway, y'all know I never ask for this and I hate asking for it, but if you could leave some nice comments or words of encouragement, I'd really appreciate it :)

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

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Mitch held Scott's jaw in place with his hand as Scott had his tongue out so Mitch could investigate.

"You're getting it checked." Mitch said as he was straddling Scott's waist to get the closest look at it.

"Uh-uh." Scott whined, his tongue still out and unable to form a coherent sentence.

Mitch let go of Scott's jaw, Scott closing his mouth and wincing as the top of his mouth moved the piercing. Scott looked up at Mitch who had a raised brow, Scott clearing his throat.

"M'fine." Scott said, wincing again as his piercing moved.

Mitch stood off of Scott's lap and picked up his shirt from the floor, throwing it at Scott.

"Put a shirt on. We're going to a doctor. I'd like to have sex with my boyfriend without having to stop because his tongue hurts."

Scott pouted, "You make me sound like a wuss."

"You are. Now get on that shirt." Mitch said, walking out of their bedroom.

Scott put the shirt on over his head, yelling after Mitch, "I'm not! I beat up plenty of guys for you!"

"Oh yes. Very manly. Thank you my prince." Mitch said sarcastically.

Scott pouted, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on, "I'm not a wuss. You're being mean."

"No, I'm protecting you from your tongue falling off." Mitch said as he walked up and stood in the doorway.

"I told you. It doesn't work like that."

"How do you know."

"Because.. I just do."

"Mhm. Let's go, babe."

Scott stood and followed Mitch out of their room.

"You don't have to act like my mom ya know." Scott said as they walked into the garage, all three of Scott's cars parked beside each other.

A matte black G-Wagon, a black Tesla, and a white corvette.

"Yeah yeah. Just practicing for our children. Now which one are we taking?"

"Which ever one you want, baby girl."

Mitch grabbed the Tesla keys off the wall and walked towards the sleek looking car.

The butterfly doors opened up as they slipped inside the seats, doors closing behind them.

"Mitch I really don't need to go. You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"Yeah well you're making a small deal out of.. out of a big one so."

Scott rolled his eyes, "Were paying money for no reason." Scott said as Mitch started to pull out of the garage.

As soon as Mitch was out of the garage, he slammed down on the breaks, looking over at Scott.

He raised a brow, "You don't have insurance."

Scott shrugged, "My parents do but I'm eighteen now."

"You didn't get your own insurance from working at your dads company?"

"No... I don't think so."

"Well text your dad."

"Okay I will."

"Now please."

Scott pulled his phone out and unlocked it, "Okay I am. I don't understand why this is a big deal, I have plenty of money to pay for it."

"Because we shouldn't be paying for something that can be covered."

"What's up with you, why're you acting all... weird?"

"I'm not." Mitch said, making a face.

"See? You're acting annoyed with me, you barley ever act like that."

"No... everything's fine."

"Mitch-"

"Just stop arguing with me."