Scomiche One Shots

Prove it*

Request by TurquoiseDaisy
Hope this is something like you imagined.

*Mature!*

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Mitch clenches his jaw as he watches as yet another guy tries to come on to his boyfriend. It's been like this all night.

He knows Scott doesn't even notice that these guys are flirting with him and he thinks the not-so-subtle touches are innocent accidents.

Mitch knows better.

But Mitch also knows that he is the one that Scott loves and he shouldn't want to rip apart these random men.

That doesn't stop him, though.

Mitch decides he might as well focus on the fans that are approaching him rather than continue to steal glances at Scott and those slimy guys who seriously do not understand what personal space is.

He's halfway through the crowd when he feels someone gently touch the back of his arm. He knows it's Scott but he also knows that those hands were touching somebody else not too long ago and he somehow believes that that justifies giving Scott the cold shoulder.

"Mitchie?"

Apparently, he's feeling fond of the silent treatment, as well.

"Did I do something wrong?" Scott asks quietly, so that only Mitch can hear. When the smaller man doesn't answer, Scott knows something is not quite right. "Mitch, please," he pleads; he doesn't want his boyfriend to be upset with him.

"I'll tell you later."

And they ride silently all the way home, Scott's heart nearly ripping itself out.

-

Mitch really tries not to stomp into their home. He knows Scott knows that he's mad at him and how it makes the tall blonde upset but he also knows that Scott can't see why Mitch is angry.

Scott is on their bed, his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them to secure them there. His chin rests in the small nook between his legs and his brow is furrowed in concentration.

Mitch quickly walks into the room and makes his way over to his dresser to pull out some pajamas.

"Mitchie, please."

His head turns quickly, his jaw slightly clenched.

"What?"

"Please," his lip quivers and Mitch's heart tightens as he looks into those gorgeous blue puppy-dog eyes. "Please just tell me what I did wrong."

Mitch so badly wants to go over and comfort his adorably sad boyfriend but the other part of him is still ticked off by what he saw earlier so he stays where he is.

"Those guys were practically undressing you with their eyes." He states quietly.

Scott's eyebrows shoot up and he quickly stands up from their bed, making his way over to cup Mitch's jaw. The smaller man tries to shrug him off but Scott is persistent. With a good amount of trying, he gets Mitch to look him in the eyes.

"Hey, I don't care about them. I love you."

Mitch rolls his eyes - sure, he knows that but that doesn't take away the sting. "You just let them ogle you."

"You know I love you and only you." Scott insists, "they can ogle all they want and that'll never change."

Mitch bites his lip, "prove it."