The Other Side (Scomiche)

II

(((Most of this is, again, written by the perfection that is _opheliac so go show her some love.  <3 )))

"I feel like I ran a marathon. Mama is hot and sweaty and not in a happy fun way."

Mitch flopped down sideways on the couch in dramatic fashion. He could hear Scott laughing as he followed him through the door.

"Well maybe you shouldn't wear black long sleeved shirts in the middle of summer."

"I will suffer for fashion...Oof" He made a noise as Scott sat down right on his stomach. "Oh my God, get off!" 

Scott laughed, his entire face lit up with it. "Chill."  He scooted backwards so his bottom was between Mitch's hip and the back of the couch, his legs looking freakishly long as they draped over the tiny man's stomach.

"What are you even doing!?" Mitch half whined, half squealed. The younger man tried to appear annoyed but he just couldn't stop his own giggles as he squirmed to get comfy in the awkward position he was stuck in.

"Forcing you to pay attention to me." 

Scott directed an eye twinkling smile at him and the protest he was about to unleash died on his tongue. Instead he figured an exaggerated roll of eyes would suffice. 

"I think we should start making rules about fan poses for meet and greet pics. That one guy made me uncomfortable." Scott made a face as he thought about the awkward encounter where a father had wanted to do the awkward prom photo specifically with him behind Scott. 

Mitch couldn't help but laugh. "I couldn't tell who was a bigger fan, his daughter or him.  I swear I've never been so skeeved out when he did that exaggerated wink at you.  I'm all about older men, but ..." 

"Wrong kind of daddy." 

"Ewwwa"

"I'm desperate but not that desperate." Scott  shook his head. 

"Biiiitch, all you have to do is walk into a room and you can get laid. Stop acting like you're some troll who no one wants a piece of.  If you don't want to appreciate the body you have then feel free to switch with me. I'll gladly take it for a test run or twenty." He smirked. 

Scott shot him a look. "Would you now?" He let his brows rise and fall suggestively.  "Speaking of me and desperate, we should go out tonight."

"That's a negative." Mitch struggled for a second to get his arm down beneath him to pull out his phone and made a face as he wiggled down into the couch a bit to try and get comfy again once he was successful.

"You can't get laid sitting in a hotel room, Mitch." 

"My phone says otherwise. There's an app for that."

"Fine, fine. Do you want to watch a movie or something in my room after the show instead?"

Scott sounded hopeful and when Mitch finally looked up at him he knew there was no arguing with that face. He made a show of pretending to be inconvenienced, but he knew Scott could see through the huff and eye roll. "I guess I can pencil you in... but only if you order room service." 

"God, such high maintenance. We should work on Superfruit ideas."

Scott was smiling and though Mitch was practically dying of heat underneath the overgrown toddler's beanstalk legs, he didn't really mind. Still, he was sweating buckets and they still had to get through sound check before he could change.