One Shots & Ideas.

"Party."

Very slight warning for language.

Nothing too much.

Kinda got bored and this was extremely random.

I think there will be a part 2, if y'all want part 2 :)

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"Can't wait to see you there." The text was sent out to two.

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Mitch would have rather stayed home that night. Studying for his classes to soon become a more educated and well trained school teacher. Mitch had to be bribed into going to this party.. or maybe it was just a form of peer pressure? He didn't know.

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Scott was ecstatic. A party meant people, people meant boys, and by the sound of this party, those boys would be drunk. That was most definitely okay with Scott.

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Mitch had felt very.. Alone.. At the party. Most of the people were enjoying the time being, but Mitch wasn't. All of his friends were dancing with or without someone and drinking, Mitch was sitting on a bar stool just watching.

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Scott was lured to the lonely boy sitting at the bar alone. Scott saw that the boys eyes were filled with.. Fear? Sadness? Scott didn't care, this boy was very attractive. Small body, chiseled features, Scott could surely use that to his own advantage. That's definitely what Scott preferred.

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Mitch's attention was towards a tall blond in the crowd of dancing drunks, crystal blue eyes, on his own. A sense of discomfort seeped into Mitch, the blond wouldn't look away.. Even though Mitch was staring right back. Mitch panicked inside as the blond made his way over.

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"Hey." Scott said to Mitch, in a low voice that caught Mitch's attention.

"Me? You're talking to me?" Mitch looked up at the blue eyes.

"I am." Scott replied.

Silence.

"Umm, Can I buy you a drink?" Scott asked Mitch, awkwardly breaking the silence.

"I don't drink." Mitch said.

"Under age?" Scott asked.

"No, I'm twenty two. I just.. Don't drink." Mitch said shyly.

"Have you ever had any form of alcohol?" Scott chuckled.

"I've had like a shot of champagne once on a New Years Eve around my family. I think that's it." Mitch said.

"Damn. I'll take two." Scott held up two fingers, telling the bartender.

"I don't really like to drink." Mitch said.

"Well, you'll learn tonight." Scott took a seat on the barstool next to Mitch.

"Can I at least get your name?" Mitch asked the blond beside him.

"Scott. You are?"

"Mitch."

The bartender passed the two boys the drinks he had made.

"It smells good." Mitch giggled, sniffing the alcohol.

"It's a strawberry martini." Scott flashed a smile.

"Mmm, I love tasting fruity flavors!" Mitch took a sip of the drink in his hand, pulling back to contemplate on whether he liked it or not.

"I'm a fruity flavor, taste me." Scott mumbled under his breath.

"Do what?" Mitch yelled over the music that had started back up.

"Nothing!" Scott yelled back. "You like the drink?" Scott smirked.

"I do!" Mitch nodded enthusiastically.

"Perfect." Scott smiled.

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"So you wore a brack base, wait, no, a back brace for a long time?" Mitch slurred, still hollering to Scott over the loud music. Mitch was.. drunk. Very drunk.

Scott on the other hand was tipsy, only have about three drinks. Scott stopped counting the number of drinks Mitch consumed at number seven.

"Sadly, yes. My spine was literally an S curve. I also wore braces for five years." Scott told Mitch.

"Fuck. I wore braces for awhile too. Five years is too long, but then again it paid off for those straight teeth of yours. I'm glad they don't match your personality." Mitch giggled.

"What?" Scott chuckled at Mitch's uncontrolled giggling.

"Your teeth are straight, but you are not. You're as straight as your spine." Mitch laughed to tears, and Scott couldn't help but laugh along. "Wait, you're gay.. Right?"

"Yeah, yes. I am." Scott assured.

"Oh thank god!" Mitch yelled louder than he needed to. "I thought I was flirting with a hot straight man for a moment. That would've been bad."

"It might've been." Scott tilted his head.

"Since you're gay. Can we have gay sex?" Mitch asked sloppily.

"Gay sex? My god you're drunk." Scott said.

"No, I'm gay. Now can we fuck or not?" Mitch looked at him. "I WANNA RIDE YOUR DI-"

"Oookay!" Scott cut him off quickly, looking around to make sure Mitch hadn't caused to much of a scene. Luckily, the music was too loud and the people were too drunk to notice.

"We can go back to my place and sex it up." Mitch giggled and then the hiccups began.

"Come on," Scott stood up and extended a hand. "Thank god we had talked about our addresses earlier. I'll take you home."

"Yay!" Mitch squealed, grabbing Scott's hand.

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Mitch woke up in his bed, a throbbing head ache. He felt sick to his stomach, realizing how much he had to drink last night.. And also realizing that he was alone in his apartment with a hot man last night as well.

Scott. That was his name.

Mitch looked over, a note on his night stand catching his eye.

'You passed out last night.. And yes, I passed out in your bed with you. No, we didn't have sex. I woke up and you were asleep, so I let you be. I already put my number in your phone, so make sure to call and text me whenever you can. Hope you end up feeling better, so I can get to know you better.

-Scott

ps: I left some Advil and water out on the kitchen counter for you :)'

Mitch got up slowly, and made his way into the kitchen and surely enough, a bottle of Advil and a bottle of water. Mitch took an Advil and continuously sipped on the water.

He got comfortable on his couch and immediately texted Scott.