Mitch looked up at him, and slowly took his shirt off. "That's not fair." "You didn't give me a reason." Mitch started taking off his pants, and set them next to Scott's on the counter. Mitch put his fingers on the elastic that held his boxers up, but then stopped. "Please don't look at me like that." Scott met his eyes from where he'd been staring at Mitch's chest. "Like you're beautiful?" Mitch looked down again. Scott inched forward and put his own hands on the top of Mitch's boxers. "Let me?" Mitch shrugged. "You'll have to give me a better answer than that, Omega."