Scomiche One-Shots

Wrecked Part Two

A/N: this is literally pure smut until the very end. Read at your own discretion! Seriously though, this is rated R. There is some fluff at the end.

I'M SERIOUS THIS IS SMUT!!!! This is NOT a drill!

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It was exactly one week since Scott was discharged from the hospital. His wounds had been much more sensitive than he though they would be, but he felt almost 100% again.

Between rehearsals and people visiting Scott to make sure he was okay, Mitch hadn't been able to see him as often as he'd like. Today was the first day there was nothing on either of their agendas.

It was around five in the evening when Mitch decided to wake Scott up from his nap. He had a little too much built up energy from the last week he'd spent without Scott, and he was definitely going to change that.

Scott was starfished in the middle of his bed, in the perfect position. A grin formed on Mitch's lips before he entered the room and kneeled on the bed next to his blond giant.

"Scotty. Baby," he whispered, running his fingers along his jaw gently. "You have to wake up."

"Whaaaa? Why?" His voice was husky with sleep and his eyes were halfway closed still when he tilted his head up towards Mitch.

"I have to take care of you." The words sounded innocent enough, but Mitch knew if was going to be much less than innocent within the next thirty minutes.

Scott sat up and let his shoulders rest against his headboard lightly, stretching his arms. Mitch couldn't keep his eyes off Scott's biceps even if he tried.

"Take care of me? I feel great. What's wrong?" Mitch grinned and shook his head.

"Nothing's wrong. I owe you something." He shifted his position and straddled Scott's hips, his teeth chewing at his plump lower lip. "Remember when you were in the hospital and thought it was completely fine to try and talk dirty to me, and then had the audacity to not sleep with me for a whole week?"

It was obvious that Mitch was teasing his husband and not actually mad. Scott considered admitting to having done that to him, but decided to play along instead. He was good at teasing too.

"Me? Talk dirty to you in a hospital? No way. I would literally never do that." To anyone who didn't know Scott, it would look like he was being sincere, but Mitch knew better. He could see the small glimmer of desire in those blue eyes. "What did I even say that you took sexually?"

Mitch shifted on Scott's lap just slightly, making sure to set just enough pressure to Scott's hips for Scott to know he was there. Mitch planned to go very slow with all of this. He wanted Scott to remember this night.

"Hmmm." The brunet leaned forward and set a single hot, wet kiss to the curve of his blond's neck.  "You really don't remember, baby?"

Scott could already feel himself hardening in his boxers. Damn, Mitch was good at this. He knew exactly how to tease him. Scott was good at teasing back, but his resolve was usually the one that cracked first.

"I mean, I remember asking for a kiss because I got stabbed and wanted to kiss my husband, but that's not exactly dirty talk, sweetheart."

Scott was playing the game now, and Mitch knew he was. This was going to be a very fun night. Mitch let his lips settle against Scott's neck and he kissed his way up to his ear slowly. He let his tongue lick a small patch of skin just under his ear so that Scott would be able to feel his breath there when he spoke again.