SCÖMÌCHE ONESHOTS

home sweet home

Summary: Scott and Mitch return home from tour.

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Scott smiled as he looked down at the sleeping boy next to him, his head gently resting on his shoulder, which he thought that it was the most adorable thing in the world.

Pentatonix had just finished the first leg of their North American tour and now they were finally back home for a quick break before heading off on their European tour next week.

"Mitchie," Scott whispered as he tried to shake the boy awake.

Mitch moved slightly but still made no effort to actually wake up from his power nap.

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Mitchell Grassi, wake up!" he said, moving his shoulder so that Mitch had fallen into his lap. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched Mitch.

"Why?" Mitch groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Come on, babe. We're home and we need to get out of the car," Scott said.

"Will you carry me?" Mitch asked as he finally sit up.

"I'm not going to carry you, you lazy ass," Scott chuckled.

"You're making me walk? Ugh, you're the worst boyfriend ever," Mitch sighed and opened the door and climbed out of the car but still waited for Scott to get out of the car.

"Thank you," Scott said to the driver before they got out of the car. The two boys grabbed their suitcases and then finally walked up to the front door of their house.

"I'm so excited to see Wy. It's been weeks," Mitch smiled as he watched Scott unlock the house.

"I know. I've almost forgotten what the little guy looks like," Scott grinned. He pushed the door open and then he let Mitch walk into the house first because he knew how excited Mitch was to see his cat.

Mitch sat his suitcase down and walked into the living room, smiling when he saw Wyatt on the couch.

"My little Wy Wy!" Mitch ran over to him and picked him. "Mommy's missed you so much."

Scott chuckled as he walked into the living room and watched Mitch. "Happy to be home?"

"More than happy," Mitch said as he looked over at Scott. "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed."

"Honestly, same though," Scott said as he walked over to Mitch. He reached over and pet Wyatt.

"I love tour so much, but there's just something about being home that I love even more," Mitch sighed.

"True. You appreciate home a lot more," Scott plopped down on the couch and sighed happily.

Mitch giggled. "So, what should we do first?" He asked, setting Wyatt back down in his previous spot.

"Unpack? We're only home for like... a week, but better to get it out of the way now," Scott suggested.

Mitch groaned. "I don't want to unpack. I'm tired and that's too much work," he said.

"You should have slept on the plane," Scott rolled his eyes.

"I can't sleep on planes. You know this. I have too much anxiety," Mitch said.

"I know," Scott sighed. "Why don't we take a nap, and then we unpack?"

"I guess," Mitch grumbled. He walked over to the couch Scott was sitting on. "Turn over."

Scott instantly did as he was told and rolled over so that he was now lying on his back. "Now what?"

Mitch crawled onto the couch and curled up, practically on top of Scott. "Better,"

"Babe, we can just go upstairs?" Scott raised his eyebrows as he watched Mitch.

"No thank you, I'm perfectly happy right here," Mitch said as he closed his eyes.

"Right here?" Scott asked, blinking a few times. "In this position?"

"Yes, now shut up so I can sleep. You're already comfy. Like a pillow. So, I'm good," Mitch mumbled.

Scott chuckled and pushed himself up a little so he would be in a more comfortable position.

"Scott-" Mitch whined as Scott continued with his movements.

"Wait," Scott told him before reaching up and then grabbing the blanket hanging on the back of the couch, and then he pulled Mitch closer to him in a more comfortable position and wrapped the blanket around him.

Mitch smiled and cuddled closer to Scott. "Love you Scotty,"

Scott rolled his eyes playfully. "Love you too Mitchie," he whispered.

It was just a few hours later, around midnight, when Scott had woken up. He linked a few times as he looked around, before he realized that he was home in his living room. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his back.

"There you are,"

Scott jumped at the sudden voice. "Christ Mitch, you can't do that to me," he said as he placed his hand over his heart and took a deep breath. "What time is it?"

"Midnight," Mitch said. "We might have slept more than we planned." He walked over to him and plopped down on the couch. "But I was so comfy I didn't want to get up."

Scott chuckled and shook his head. "This is not going to be good for my back later,"

"Oh yeah... sorry about that," Mitch laughed. "I forgot about that, s-curve."

"Oh shush," Scott reached over and kissed him once. "You going back to sleep?"

"Probably later. I unpacked so I don't have anything else to do," Mitch shrugged.

"How long have you been awake?" Scott asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Half an hour," Mitch answered as he looked over at Scott.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Scott asked, pouting.

"Because you were sleeping so peacefully and I didn't have the heart to wake you,"

"It is so nice to be home again," Scott mumbled as he rested his head on Mitch's shoulder.

"Home sweet home," Mitch smiled as he wrapped his arms around Scott.

"Home sweet home," Scott sighed happily.