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Tired Baby

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Scott's POV

We were going to the studio to record a new song, the rest of the band was already there. I noticed Mitch hadn't slept that night, as I heard muffled noises coming from his room throughout the night. I wasn't bothered by it and it didn't keep me up so I wasn't tired, but my best friend... He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

After Mitch had recorded his part, he passed out on the couch in the studio. Kirstie had left already, Avi and Kevin were about to head out. I was finishing up my part when I noticed Mitch tossing. I quickly finished before seeing if he was okay. It was getting late and not wanting to wake the sleeping boy, I carefully picked him up bridal style. I slowly walked to the car, holding Mitch close through the winter storm. I sat him in the passenger seat, buckling him in before dashing to the drivers seat. Once in, Mitch tossed and turned until he ended with his head resting on my shoulder. I drove home as fast as I could without getting pulled over. Mitch seemed uncomfortable, and I didn't want that.

I arrived home and picked Mitch up again, carrying him bridal style inside of the house. I felt his hands wrap around my chest. Once in his room, I went to set him on his bed. Mitch clung to my chest when I bent over. I loved that boy so if he wanted me to stay and cuddle... You bet your ass that's what I was going to do. Still attached to my chest, I laid down in Mitch's bed. He immediately curled up into my chest. I fell asleep soon.

The next morning I woke up when I felt Mitch sit up.

"Hey Bastard, how did I end up here and why are you in my bed?" Mitch questioned in his morning voice as he stretched.

"You fell asleep at the studio and you looked very peaceful so I didn't bother waking you up. I'm in your bed because when I tried to lay you down, you clung to my chest like a child" I explained, hugging my best friend. He looked down in embarrassment.

"Sorry" Mitch apologized. I was shocked. Why was he sorry? If I wasn't okay with it I wouldn't have stayed and he knew that!

"Hey, hey no- Don't be sorry!" I exclaimed, placing my hand under his chin, tilting his head to look at me, "I love you, if I didn't I wouldn't have stayed. Do not be sorry, I love you".

I leaned in, Mitch did too. Before I knew it, our lips crashed together. It was a slow, passionate kiss.

"I love you too, Scott" Mitch confessed before closing the space between us once more.

"Do *kiss* you *kiss* want *kiss* to *kiss* be *kiss* my *kiss* boyfriend? *kiss*" I asked between kisses.

"I *kiss* would *kiss* love *kiss* too *kiss*" Mitch replied, kissing me.

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