"Ugh, that concert drained every ounce of energy out of me." Scott groaned, as he and Mitch walked into their house.
"Same." Mitch said, going in the bathroom to take off his makeup. "Babe! Play some music!"
Scott put on 'Work' by Rihanna, starting to close his eyes.
     He saw movement through the tiny opening in between his almost closed eyes.
  Scott looked over at the bathroom, seeing Mitch dancing against the doorway. "Yes, baby! Werk!"
Mitch smiled, holding onto the doorframe, moving his hips against it.
Scott smiled back, watching his boyfriend dance.
"C'mon, babe!" Mitch said, motioning to Scott to get up.
"I'm too tired, plus I'm having more fun watching you." Scott said.
Mitch laughed, putting his toothbrush in his mouth.
"Would you dance like that on me?" Scott asked.
"SCOTT!" Mitch exclaimed, laughing.
Scott pulled Mitch onto their bed. "I'm too damn tired to kiss you."
Mitch laughed, placing his lips on Scott's. "G'night, baby."
Scott didn't reply, he was already passed out.
              The next morning, Scott woke up to loud music being played downstairs.
"Mm...Mitch?"
He groaned, getting up, and walking downstairs. "Baby?"
Mitch spun around. "Hi, baby! How'd you sleep?"
"Great, are you making breakfast?"
Mitch nodded, spinning around. "C'mon, babe! Dance with me!"
"I don't dance, Mitchy." Scott said.
"Aw, please?"
Scott smiled, as his boyfriend did a drop in front of him, rising up slowly.
"Oh my gosh, baby." He laughed.
Mitch smiled, jumping as the toast popped up from the toaster.
    Scott sat down to eat his gluten free, almond butter, and jelly sandwich, but Mitch stood up, dancing while he ate.
"Mitchy, sit down."
Mitch shook his head.
"I've never seen you dance so much in my life." Scott laughed.
Mitch smirked. "But I like it!"
Scott smiled, shaking his head. "Your legs are gonna fall off if you don't sit."
"I'm using my hips not my legs." Mitch corrected.
"Whatever." Scott said, rolling his eyes.
"But you're right, I gotta sit." Mitch said. "C'mon, babe! You need to dance! You're good at it!"
Scott gagged on his sandwich. "What the hell?"
  "You're good at dancing, baby! You used to do it all the time!" Mitch said.
"No, I don't dance."
"Scotty," Mitch said, holding his boyfriend's hands. "You told me to be confident, now I am! You need to be more confident too!"
Scott nodded, smiling a little. "Okay, I'll try."
Mitch smiled also, turning on some music. "I'll dance with you, and I don't care if it's good or not."
   Scott held his boyfriend's hand, dancing together. "I feel uncomfortable." He said.
Mitch laughed. "You're good, don't lie!" He hit Scott's hip with his own, the blonde slapping Mitch's behind playfully.
"Hey! Don't touch my ass!" Mitch exclaimed.
Scott rolled his eyes. "But you can do a sexy dance against a doorframe?"
Mitch smiled. "Whatever, at least I got you to dance finally!"

(I'm sorry if this sucked!)