Scomiche One Shots

Studio Bathroom

This is short (and not that great) because I didn't feel like writing smut and I'm pushing through writer's block. Oops
*a bit mature*

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Scott doesn't check his phone when he feels it buzz in his pocket. He figures his friends are all either at the studio with him or had seen his snapchat story and taken note that he would be busy for a bit.

He assumes the text is most likely from his mom or dad and notes that, if it were really important or some sort of emergency, they would have called him, and continues to discuss songs with his fellow band members.

When he feels his phone vibrate again, he grabs it from his pocket, apologizing for the interruption and swiping to open the message without hesitation.

Mitchie: Scott save me

He rolls his eyes before glancing across the room to where Mitch had sat earlier. Only Mitch would text him as he was sitting - he pauses. Mitch had been sitting in the corner but the area is vacant. He frowns before typing out a quick reply.

Scottie: where are u?

He waits impatiently for Mitch's answer, sighing when he sees a snapchat notification rather than a text message. Mitch is always difficult.

He opens it quickly, letting a small smile tug at his lips when he sees the beautiful bald man he gets to call his. He still isn't sure how it happened but is thankful nevertheless. He sends a quick snapchat of the studio floor, the caption reading, "come here."

Mitch doesn't join the group, though. He stays in the bathroom instead and Scott almost groans out loud when he receives another snapchat. He doesn't understand why Mitch won't just come out and talk to him. The other band members had given up trying to talk to him anymore, seeing as he was buried in his phone.

He mindlessly taps Mitch's name, the snapchat opening, and he inhales sharply at what he sees.

Mitch stands in a similar position as before, his one hand holding his phone firmly, his head tilted ever so slightly and his full lips parted just enough to make Scott want to kiss him forever. However, Mitch's hand that isn't holding his cellphone is inside his pants. He's cupping his groin teasingly, showing Scott just how much he wants him. Scott knows his mouth is dry.

The caption is simple but it implants ideas in Scott's head and makes it hard for him to sit.

"How about u come here daddy."

Oh, he would love to come there, with Mitch.

Scott stands suddenly and he wants to shrivel up and die when his friends all turn their attention to him. He smiles uncomfortably and waves before darting off to the bathroom with a quick apology. He knows he'll be asked plenty of questions later but that is so not his concern right now.

He taps gently on the door, whispering, "Mitchie? Let me in." He hears the lock's quiet click and pushes inside quickly.

Mitch is standing by the sink, his phone abandoned on the small counter. He's got an mischievous smirk plastered on his face and Scott rushes forward, capturing his lips. He walks Mitch backwards, pushing him against the sink for a moment before he lifts him up to sit on the counter, taking his place in between his thin legs.

He breaks away from Mitch's addicting lips to take a quick breath and Mitch whispers, "I'm glad you came."