Scomiche One-Shots

Wrecked

A/N: slightly sad. I mean, I'm literally not capable of writing sad endings, so it will get better. But it's sad for a little while.

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     How was it even possible that this was true? He just left the house ten minutes ago! There had to be a mistake, but that wasn't going to keep Mitch at home in the apartment. He'd rather waste his time than be wrong.

It took ten more minutes to get there, and the smell hit him as soon as he walked through the sliding doors. Disinfectant. He hated that stupid smell. He made his way to the front desk, gnawing on his bottom lip and fiddling with the band on his left-hand ring finger.

"Can I help you?" She was monotone and didn't even spare him a glance. Mitch decided he didn't like her.

"Um, I'm looking for someone. I got a call? His name is Scott Hoying." He watched her type a few things into the computer before speaking again.

"Third floor. Room 319." Mitch barely let her finish before nearly sprinting towards the elevators.

It took about two solid minutes for him to find the room, and it was bustling with nurses but there was no sign of Scott. They took notice of him immediately, and one pulled him to the side.

"You must be Mr. Hoying?" A smile almost made an appearance on Mitch's face at his recently acquired last name, but he nodded instead. "They're bringing him up from surgery now." She was smiling but it didn't reach her eyes.

True to her words, a stretcher was rolled in a few minutes later, and sure enough the giant laying on it was none other than his blond groom. The nurse began talking again, but Mitch only had eyes for Scott.

"The knife missed everything vital when they jumped him. There was just a puncture in his side and his shoulder. He's going to be sore, but it's nothing too serious. I suspect that he will be discharged sometime tomorrow. He should be waking up soon. Grab us if you need anything!" Mitch nodded and took the seat directly next to Scott's bed when everyone left.

He took Scott's hand in his and squeezed it gently. He was still warm, which was always a good sign. It only took a couple minutes for Scott's eyes to flutter open, and when he looked at Mitch, his blue eyes crinkled with the smile forcing its way onto his face.

"Baby!" His voice was raspy from being in surgery, but he didn't seem to be in pain. "What's the special occasion that I get to be holding your hand in a hospital." Mitch had kept his composure wonderfully, but Scott making jokes and actually being able to see that he would be okay broke his resolve. He started bawling and couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face.

"I told you to go get us milk, Scott; not go get stabbed." Scott laughed at this and squeezed Mitch's hand tighter.

"I've always been an overachiever, sweetheart. I had to impress you somehow." The smirk that broke out on Scott's lips had Mitch laughing through his tear brimmed eyes. Scott loved the way Mitch laughed.

Scott leaned towards Mitch the most he could and puckered his lips once he knew Mitch was looking. Mitch hesitated, raising his eyebrow. He didn't know exactly how much pain Scott was in and he was nervous to touch him. He didn't want to cause him pain. Scott huffed with impatience.

"Please? I literally just got stabbed. All I want is a kiss from my beautiful brunet husband." His lips puckered again and Mitch couldn't resist this time. He leaned over Scott to give him a peck, but Scott had other ideas.

Mitch set a single kiss on Scott's lips and tried to sit back down in his chair, but Scott wasn't having that. He used his arm that was free from an IV to grab the back of Mitch's head and pull him back down. Scott kissed him again, but he wasn't planning to stop for a while.

Mitch finally smiled and gave in, sitting on the very edge of Scott's bed and letting Scott kiss him to his hearts desire. This is always how Scott was since he and Mitch started dating. He always wanted to kiss Mitch, and Mitch was more than willing to kiss him back.

Scott just loved his full lips and how Mitch tasted. Plus he couldn't ignore the fact that their lips fit together perfectly, and every time Mitch kissed Scott, he could still feel sparks. Mitch was made for Scott; soul mates in the truest sense of the word.

Mitch broke the kiss when he knew it was going to go to far, and Scott whined in protest.

"But Mitchy!" His protruding bottom lip made him look like a child. A very handsome child.

"But Scotty!" Mitch mimicked, stifling a laugh. Mitch could practically see Scott's face light up when a mischievous idea popped into his head.

"Oh no," Scott said, setting his hand on the back of Mitch's head again. "I really need CPR."

"Okay I'll call the nurse." Scott wanted to bite the smirk off his husband's lips.

"No. It has to be done by this super pretty brunet boy with big lips and sexy dimples." Scott's eyes never left Mitch's, and he could practically feel the desire rising in his blue orbs. He hoped Mitch could see it.

Mitch smirked and leaned closer, teasing Scott.

"Tell me more about this brunet." It was Scott's turn to smirk.

"Well he's really good at singing. And he's the perfect height to cuddle with. Oh! And he makes these beautiful sounds when I  spread his legs and slam my big c-" Scott was cut off with a laugh and Mitch finally kissing him again. Mitch couldn't believe Scott had won.

Mitch broke the kiss a few minutes later and planned to move back to his chair for the evening, but Scott just pulled him into his side and wrapped the blanket around them both.

"I'm glad you're okay, Scotty. Don't scare me like that again." Mitch closed his eyes for a second and then a smile smile tugged at his lips in the dark room. "And don't think I'm not gonna get you back after we go home for trying to talk dirty to me in a hospital."

A/N: Considering doing a part two? Let me know if you want it!