One Shots ~Scomiche~

If I Ever Fall In Love Pt1

I have no idea how I got to where I am. The most beautiful man in my arms right now. No memory of the night before.

Should I leave before he wakes up? I don't even know who this man is.

A flash of his smiling face popped in my head. Him dancing on me, making me lose all thoughts of what I was doing. Buying him drinks so we could have a fun night. I remember seeing him and knowing I wanted to get to know him better.

Damn it! What was his name?

Mark? No, that's not it

Mason? Nope

Think Scott! Put a name to this beautiful Face.

Mike! Wait, that doesn't sound right

M...Mi....

Mitch! That's it!

Wait, nevermind, that can't be it.

If only I could remember what happened all of last night. All I can remember is how hot he was dancing to Beyonce and grinding on random guys. Well that was until I took over and danced with him all night. But after our fifth shot the night becomes hazy.

I should go before he wakes up. It's gonna be akward when I don't even know his name.

I slowly pull away from the figure sleeping on top of my chest. I get up from the bed trying not to wake him up. Staying in bed with this man would be the best, but honestly it was just a one night stand. I never get attached to another. Then why do I feel like I need to stay here for when he wakes up?

I really need to go before he wakes up to me staring at him.

Man, he is so tiny an adorable though! His perfectly angelic face and body half uncovered. I would love to stay and have amazing morning sex. Hands gripping his tiny hips. His hands clawing and grabbing where ever he can. Hearing his loud moans. Thrusting dee- STOP!

I will stay true to my promise, never stick around for the morning.

Gathering my clothes and quickly getting dressed I leave the perfect man to wake up alone, not knowing what happened last night.

~POV CHANGE~

Waking up hung over is the worst feeling ever. Waking up alone and in pain where you know you had a little fun the night before is worse.

Another night when I am not good enough for the other person to stay and wake up with me.

Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? One night stands, knowing that I beat myself up for it the next day.

Do the guys wake up, see how ugly I really am, and leave so they don't have to deal with telling me I'm not hot enough?

I honestly need to find a new hobby.

Who was I even with last night?

All I remember a blond haired, blue eyed, tall hot man.

Actually, now that I think about it, I remember everything from last night.

Dancing with other guys to get him jealous. Flirting with other men until he grabbed me and took control. Shots until we couldn't think straight anymore.

What was his name again? Ah yes, Scott.

I remember everything, even the hot filled night we had once we got to my place.

We almost didn't make it to my bedroom. Body on body, lips to lips, hands all over the place.

I remember the way he gripped me and how I grinded on him, making him harder than he already was. The way he was gentle, but rough at the same time.

Scott knew how to handle me well. Hands and moves in all the right places making it impossible for me to think straight. He loved making me scream his name.

It was probably the best sex I have ever had.

Too bad I would never see his handsome face again.

~SCOTT'S POV~

For the next whole damned week I thought about that guy! I couldn't get him out of my head!

Even had a steamy, hot dream about him every night.

Well, the only solution is to go out and sleep with someone else. I just need to get back into my game. Every night I would go to a club and hook up with someone new, but not since...Him.

I have to stop this nonsense and do what I regularly do. Fuck and dump.

~~~~~

I enter the club that night to find someone to get my mind off of him.

The first guy I find I start to grind and dance with him.

This goes on for about ten minutes until I take him to the nearest restroom, not able to get my mind of that man still.

After we are satisfied I leave him there and go back out to the bar. Time to drink till I forget about that perfect man. Even fucking another man didn't help. All I did was imagine his perfect face and body.

Three drinks later someone sits next to me.

"Give me the strongest drink you have," he must be having a rough night too.

"Will I need to call another taxi for you tonight Mitch?" The batender asks.

Mitch? That name sounds oddly familiar.

"Just give me the drink Joe. And probably, I'm planning on getting drunk like the last five night," this guy sounds like he just doesn't care anymore.

I turn to face him just as he downs his shot.

I freeze

Once he sees me, his eyes get wide.

It's him

It's Mitch

What should I do now?

Act like I don't know him? Or take him home right now and give him the night of his life?

~MITCH'S POV~

It's him

I just had to sit right next to fucking Scott.

The guy I cannot forget.

I turn away, down another shot, and go to the dance floor.

Time for this fucker to pay.

He'll see what he is missing out on and beg for me.