Stressed Out

Scott groaned, head in his hands, and endless cups of coffee littering his desk. This stupid song wasn't finished and he had stumbled into the dreaded writer's block. He heard cheerful whistling and felt a light weight perch on his lap. "What're you up to, Steph?" The melodic voice of Mitch asked. Scott sighed, trying not to let his frustrations out on Mitch as he replied, "Just trying to finish up this song. Got writer's block." Mitch made a face of sympathy. Having written lyrics, he knew all too well the struggles of writers block. He started to plant kisses on Scott's jaw, trying to unsuccessfully distract him. Scott shoved Mitch slightly, reprimanding him sternly, "Mitch, no. I have to get this finished. No more distractions." Mitch was quite for about two minutes before he started talking about some fashion whatever.

Nerves already frazzled from a lack of progress in the song and god knows how many cups of coffee, Scott snapped. "WILL YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP? GOD, ALL I NEED IS FOR A MINUTE OF PEACE AND FOR THIS SONG TO BE FUCKING FINISHED." A beat of silence is all that's heard before Scott looked up at Mitch's face, and saw hurt written all over his face. Mitch sniffled, grabbing his keys and purse before walking away. The door slammed shut, leaving guilt to consume Scott. "Shit", he cursed. "Shit, shit, shit." He didn't know what possessed him to yell and hurt the man he loved more than life, but he knew he had to try his hardest to make it up to him. He grabbed his coat, and raced down to the car. He knew exactly what to do.

Mitch stepped into his home, unsure whether or not confronting Scott was a good idea. He had calmed down some, but the injuries that Scott's words had caused seemed to radiate from every bone of his body. He gaped at the sight he saw. The lights were dim and candles flickered, illuminating the tall, shadowy figure that was Scott. He glanced over to the dining table, noticing the flower petals that were scattered around the table. Mitch felt his jaw drop and couldn't speak from how romantic it all was. "S-Scott, w-what's all this?" He questioned, once he could speak again.  Scott rushed to pull his lover into a hug, as he tried to explain to his boyfriend, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You are the best thing to ever happen in my life, and I shouldn't have done that. I love you so so much, and I know I haven't been showing you that lately. So this is my apology for everything." Scott gazed into Mitch's eyes, tears falling as he admired just how amazing this man was.

With a jolt, Mitch realized that Scott was crying, "It's alright. Everything's okay. I forgive you", he soothed as he wrapped his arms around Scott.  Scott pulled away, eyes red and puffy. "You have?" He asked, sniffling lightly. Mitch nodded and smiled. "Forgave you the second I left." Scott placed his hand on Mitch's lower back, escorting him to the table and seated him. He darted into the kitchen, while Mitch was left wondering what surprise his  man had planned. His jaw dropped a second time, as Scott brought out a beautifully prepared Risotto with Chardonnay. "I made this for you. All by myself". He grinned at the look of surprise on Mitch's face and the reconciled couple dug in. Every few seconds Scott would whisper a compliment to Mitch, kissing his hand after every compliment. Mitch had never felt more cherished or loved or beautiful than he had in that moment. He was sipping his Chardonnay when he remembered that Scott couldn't even grate cheese and that he had cooked a meal. Alone.  "I hope that you still have all of your fingers," he teased, laughing when Scott started counting his fingers to make sure they were still attached.  "Yup, still there."  Scott smiled, heart beating faster as Mitch laughed. Mitch's laughter dried up as he noticed petals leading up to their bedroom door.

"Scott, why are there petals to our door?" Mitch questioned. "I haven't been treating you like the queen you are. I want to apologize and cherish you tonight. Make love with me?" The words were barely out of Scott's mouth before Mitch's lips were on his, gently claiming him. Scott carried Mitch to their bedroom, where he spent the rest of the night apologizing and cherishing and loving Mitch.