Scomiche One-Shots

Belong

A/N: Literally pure smut, and not the cutesy, fluffy kind. It's more of the, "don't read this anywhere but in a locked closet because if the lord sees you reading this, he might smite you," kind of smut. Like, this might have some post orgasm torture... THIS IS SERIOUS SMUT OKAY! Whoops.... btw this is all over the place, I'm sorryyyy

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"So you're saying no, again?" Scott was getting fed up. Mitch had been very distant both emotionally and physically recently and Scott didn't know why. The offended look that crossed Mitch's face was enough to boil Scott's blood.

"You say that like I'm the only one who ever turns it down. Don't make me the bad guy here. I'm not in the mood, Scott. In case you didn't know, you don't have some sort of magic dick that immediately makes my legs spread. I have to want it too."

Scott stood from the couch and moved to his bedroom to grab his wallet and car keys. He needed to get some air. This was all too much for him. He slipped his shoes on to leave the apartment but Mitch caught him before he reached the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. Probably to a bar."

"All because I won't fuck you right this second? When will you be home?!" It was Scott's turn to be offended.

"No, actually. I need some air Mitch. All you've been doing recently is pushing me away, physically and emotionally, and it hurts a lot fucking more than you think!" His voice was starting to crack and he could feel his composure slipping. "So yes, I'm leaving because I need some air and you need to think about some things. I guess it's time to decide if you really want me anymore because you're sure as hell are acting like you don't!" Scott walked out the door before Mitch could say anything and he was nearly sprinting to get to his car.

Mitch on the other hand was losing himself in the apartment. The tears had started falling because he knew Scott was right. He had been pushing Scott away out of fear. Things were getting serious between the two and it scared Mitch. He didn't want it to end though, and he didn't want to leave this argument this way. He grabbed his phone and dialed Scott frantically. The blond picked up on the third ring with a weak "hello."

"Scott? Please come back. I.... Have a lot to say." He was silent for a few seconds and then blew out a breath. "I need you, Scott."

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Scott walked back into the apartment almost reluctantly, and closed the door behind him. Mitch was sitting on the couch and Scott could tell he had been crying. He frowned at this and took a small step towards the brown eyes that were looking into his own.

"Please come here?" Scott nodded and took a seat next to Mitch before he felt Mitch wrap his arms around his neck and bury his face into his shoulder. He could feel the wetness from his cheeks soaking through his shirt, but he didn't care.

His arms wrapped instinctively around the brunet and he rested his face on top of the smaller head. He could feel it when Mitch started to cry again and he only hugged him tighter. It was another ten minutes before the smaller man began to calm down and could finally look in Scott's eyes.

"You're right. I've been pushing you away. It's because I'm so fucking scared, Scott." This confused the blond.

"What are you afraid of? Did I do something wrong? Did I... Hurt you?" He was instantly worried. He flipped through every memory as fast as he could, trying to remember anything he could have done wrong.