Scomiche One Shots

Mistletoe*

This was way longer than I intended and also like all smut (which I haven't written in like four years)? Well, Merry Christmas!

*Mature*

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The night was coming to an end and Scott's cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much. His Christmas Eve had been full of cheer and he was incredibly grateful to spend the rest of the night and the next day with his best friend.

Mitch was clearing off the table, storing food into the fridge while Scott said his last goodbyes to their friends.

He shut the door as Esther and Avi left and locked it before heading to the kitchen to help Mitch. He was met, instead, under the archway to the room.

Mitch smiled and looked up at him, tossing his arms around his tall friend to hug him. Suddenly, his smile dropped and he quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, would you look at that." He gestured his head toward the ceiling and Scott lifted his chin to look. There was a mistletoe dangling above their heads. He didn't recall setting up the decoration. "Pucker up, daddy."

Scott smiled, dipping his head down to catch Mitch's soft lips with his own.

Mitch let his hands reach up and rest on the back of Scott's neck, his fingers gently scraping the short blonde hairs there. Scott ran his hands down Mitch's sides, resting them on his hips and eliciting a quiet sigh from the brunette. When his mouth opened, Scott wasted no time in pushing his tongue inside to collide with the other's.

Mitch moaned quietly, their kiss intensifying and losing innocence as Scott walked them toward a wall. Pressing Mitch against it, he let his hands wander down to the smaller boy's thighs, hoisting him up. Mitch's legs quickly wrapped around Scott's waist and their groins rubbed together in the new position. Mitch's quiet moans only spurred the blonde on and he found himself absentmindedly grinding against the other.

Lips and tongues still moving against the other, Mitch reached for the bottom of Scott's festive sweater. He pushed it up, breaking contact to pull it over Scott's head but locking lips with him after it was tossed to the floor. Mitch's hands now explored the tall one's chest, running along his abdomen and coming up to rest on his chest. With a smile, he playfully flicked one of Scott's nipples, causing him to take a sharp breath.

Mitch's smirk didn't last long. Scott bent his head forward, attacking the brunette's jaw and neck. There he ravished Mitch with sloppy kisses and lazy bites as he whimpered quietly for more. Each little moan sent a jolt of pleasure to Scott's groin. When he bit down particularly hard and Mitch full heartedly moaned, his hips involuntarily jolted forward. Their throbbing arousals rubbed and Mitch was made into a whining mess.

He suddenly pushed Scott away, letting his feet hit the ground before flipping their positions. Scott now stood against the wall and Mitch attacked his neck and chest. His tongue and teeth lathered the blonde with open mouthed kisses and nips. As he traveled down Scott's bare chest, he heard his breath coming out in pants. When Mitch swirled his tongue over one of Scott's nipples, he gasped loudly. His one hand stayed clenched at his side, the other flying up to Mitch's hair.

The brunette continued to kiss a trail down Scott's torso, pausing to swirl his tongue around his belly button. He fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants and hurriedly yanked them down, eager to just taste Scott. He kept the man's boxers on, reaching his tongue out to run it along the tent in Scott's boxers. He let his mouth follow, sucking the bulge into his mouth and leaving the boxers wet with his saliva.

"Fuck, Mitchy." Scott breathed. His head was resting against the wall, his chest rising and falling quickly as he panted.

"Like it?" Mitch smirked, palming himself and Scott through their clothes.

"Hell yeah," Scott ran his hand through Mitch's somewhat disheveled hair. God, he was hot.

"I'm gonna make you feel good for Christmas." Mitch looked up at Scott innocently through full lashes as he grabbed at the waistband of the blonde's boxers. He slowly began tugging them down, smiling when he was finally face to face with Scott's length. "What do you want, daddy?" He started stroking him before kissing from the base to the tip.

"F-fuck, Mitch," Scott groaned. "Please, s-suck."

Mitch smiled, poking his tongue out to run along the slit before opening wide and taking Scott into his mouth. He took as much as he could, using his hand to pump what didn't fit before pulling back. He hollowed his cheeks and he moved, and continued the motion. When Scott's hand came to rest in his hair, it spurred him on and Mitch started to bob his head faster. Scott moaned, watching as Mitch took more and more of him each time, rubbing himself through his own pants as he did so. Mitch would moan whenever Scott hit the back of his throat, sending vibrations all throughout him. Mitch suddenly pulled back, sucking hard on the head and letting his tongue run along the slit and Scott lost it.

"Mitch, fuck I'm-" Scott moaned loudly, holding Mitch's head still as he released. Mitch was shaking, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he let go himself, creaming in his pants with Scott still heavy on his tongue.

Mitch pulled back with a 'pop', wiping his eyes and mouth with the back of his hand before standing on shaky legs. Scott's breath was shaky as he still leaned against the wall.He reached out for Mitch, gathering him in his arms.

"Let's get you cleaned up and then go cuddle to sleep."

"That sounds so good, right now." Mitch's voice was hoarse.

They both traveled to Scott's room where he laid out some clothes for the both of them before heading to the bathroom for a warm wash cloth. He cleaned them up and they both changed into the comfortable clothes before gathering in the bed together.

When Scott shifted closer to Mitch, he turned to face the blonde. He moved so that his head could rest below Scott's neck, right near his chest. His hand came up to grip the blonde's shirt, his eyes closing as their legs tangled themselves together. Mitch sighed contentedly when the blonde's arms came to wrap around him, smothering him in their warm and safe embrace.

"Merry Christmas, Scotty."

He smiled, "Merry Christmas, Mitchy."