Scömíche: One Shots

One Night Stand (Pt. 1) [PG-13]

(Mitch's POV)

I don't know how it all started.

One moment I was at this old record store, and the next I was drunkly making out with a practical stranger on my couch. I didn't even know his name. I think I just called him daddy.

I remember him being so incredibly sweet to me, although it seemed like he was under the influence of something at the time of the meeting. Then again, I was at a record store and the only people who by records anymore are hipster wannabes and stoners. I'm somewhere in between.

This guy was like, insanely hot. Well he still is considering he is in my bed right now, asleep.

Little details throughout the night came back to me but I still can't remember how he got me in bed in the first place. I'm not exactly the type to have a one night stand so it was surprising to me that he won me over.

Staring at the back of this guy's head just wasn't cutting it out for me, so I got out of bed and tiptoed to the other side so I could get a good look at his face. Well, fuck. Now I know why he got me in bed so easily. That face could cure world hunger and cancer at the same time.

Suddenly he breathed in pretty loudly and shifted in the bed a little. I freaked out, not wanting him to see me staring at him, so I ran away and found my underwear lying on the ground surrounded by both our clothes.

"See something you like, pretty boy?" I heard a deep voice say from behind me. I was so shocked I could barely move. I stood there, my back towards the naked man in my bed, and I prayed he was just sleep talking. Obviously he had seen me staring at him, there's no other explanation. I slowly turned around, deciding to play flirty back.

"Well obviously. I don't have sex with just anybody." I said truthfully, giving a playful wink at him.

"Do you even know my name?" he questioned, sitting up a little in my bed. His biceps showed from under the covers and I'm pretty sure I audibly gasped but I can't recall.

"Do you know mine?" I said back, mockingly. I didn't want to admit to not knowing the mans name. He visibly thought for a moment and then laughed, shaking his head no. "Well anyways, I'm pretty sure I just called you daddy all night so do I even need to know your name?" I said sensually, walking toward my bed with his clothes bundled in my arms.

He looked at me with his bright blue eyes and smirked at me. I dropped his clothes onto the edge of the bed. "I guess not then." he replied, sounding a bit sad. "Listen... pretty boy. I gotta get to work. Thanks for letting me stay the night." he winked at me, putting on his clothes.

I just watched from a distance trying to think of what to say next. I guess I was thinking for too long because before I knew it he was walking past me and heading for the door.

"Wait!" I shouted at him. He stopped and turned around.

"Yes pretty boy?" he smirked again, knowing he would get what he wanted.

"It's Mitch. My name is Mitch." I replied, giving in to his request.

He smiled at my answer. "Goodbye Mitch. Let's do this again sometime yeah?" he walked closer to me and gave me a prompt kiss on the lips. Then he was gone. He left. I didn't get his name. Or his number. I don't know anything about that man.

I wanted to know so much more, but I was frozen there at the door. I was picturing his body, face, smile, eyes, and I wanted so much more.