(A/N, random idea, while listening to PTX's Top Pop Vol 1, and oh my freaking gosh is it amazing! Mitchy's high notes got me shook!)

              "Yeah, Mom, I gotta go, Mitch's teaching me how to cook." Scott said, finishing his phone call with his mom. "I love you too, Mom, bye."
"How's your mom?" Mitch asked, turning around.
"She's good!" Scott replied, propping his head up on his hands. "What're we making?"
"We're making lasagna." Mitch said. "It's fairly simple, I got premade noodles. It'll be easier for you."
"You make me sound like an idiot." Scott said, pretending to sound offended.
Mitch rolled his eyes. "Just come here already."
Scott came into the kitchen, as.          Mitch got everything on the counter. "Babe, I need you to get the meat from the fridge for me."
"Sure thing." Scott said, grabbing the meat. "I know how to do this."
"You do!?" Mitch asked.
"Sure I do, cooking meat is easy!"
"Who taught you how to cook?" Mitch asked, his hands on his hips.
"Kevin." Scott said. "But I know how!"
Mitch smiled, turning back to what he was doing. "Okay, babe."
        "Babe!" Mitch shouted.
"I'm right here, you don't need to yell." Scott said. "What is it?"
"Do you want wine?" Mitch asked.
"Of course!" Scott replied.
"Well I need you to either grab it or pick me up." Mitch said.
Scott grinned, picking his boyfriend up by the waist.
Mitch screamed, laughing. "Okay, move right."
Scott moved left.
"No, Scott, your other right." Mitch said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, sorry." Scott said.
"I got it!" Mitch called down, as Scott lowered him.
"Good, I'll grab the glasses." Scott said. "Hold on a second, baby." He grabbed two wine glasses, pouring the white alcohol in. "There you go, sweetheart."
"Thanks, babe." Mitch said, pulling the lasagna out of the oven. "OW!"
  Scott whirled around. "What happened?"
Mitch shook his head, hitting the counter top.
"Did you burn yourself, precious?" Scott asked.
Mitch nodded. "That f--king hurt so f--king bad!"
"I know, honey." Scott said, grabbing some ice. "Where'd you burn yourself?"
Mitch held out his hand, as his boyfriend put the ice gently on it. "Thanks, Scotty."
"Of course, Mitch." Scott said. "Do you wanna eat now?"
Mitch nodded. "I'm cool with that."
         After the two ate, they cuddled on the couch, watching Spongebob.
"Scotty? You awake?" Mitch asked, poking his boyfriend in the ribs.
"Now I am." Scott said. "What it it, Mitchy?"
"It's too f--king hot, can we go swimming?" Mitch asked.
Scott raised his eyebrows. "It's almost midnight!"
"I know, c'mon, please?" Mitch begged.
"Well, okay." Scott replied, turning on the back porch lights.
     Mitch was already outsidd. "Hurry up!"
Scott laughed, walking outside. "I'm just gonna put my feet in."
"That's not fun!" Mitch cried, taking off his shirt. "C'mon, Scott!" He jumped in their pool, water splashing on Scott.
"BABE!" Scott shouted, laughing.
Mitch popped back up. "It feels so f--king good! C'mon, baby, you'll like it!"
Scott sighed, stripping off his shirt. "I'm only doing this for you!"
Mitch grabbed Scott's hand, yanking him into the pool.
Scott came back up spluttering. "What the hell was that for!?"
Mitch laughed, ducking back under water.
Scott dove under also, grabbing his boyfriend's ankle.
  Mitch shot back up, spitting water out. "Let me go!"
"Nuh uh, not happening." Scott replied. "Kiss?"
"Fine, but lemme go first." Mitch said.
Scott grabbed Mitch's other leg instead, pulling him up. "Better?"
Mitch smiled. "A little."
Scott kissed him, the taste of chlorine on his boyfriend's lips.
"Lemme go, and let's swim!" Mitch said, sassily. "If I wanted to kiss you I would've stayed inside!"