Scomiche One-Shots

Arms

A/N: Very loosely based off this picture. Btw, did everyone see that picture on Mitch's snapchat of Scott kissing his neck? I'm gonna fight them, okay?

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     There was nothing better than being in Scott's arms. That's why, after watching so many people be in the place that was solely made for him, Mitch finally let out a sigh of relief to be wrapped up by his favorite blond.

Things had been crazy for the past few days. They were still on tour, they had celebrated Scott's twenty-fifth birthday, and they were constantly sight seeing. The pair never really had down time anymore. This night was their last night to relax before loading up on another plane to another city.

Mitch didn't know when he fell asleep, but he didn't want to be woken up any other way ever again. Scott was silently pressing small kisses to the side of Mitch's face and throat, and the bits of Scott's scruff rubbing his skin sent chills down his spine.

"You have to wake up, baby." Mitch shook his head just a little, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh no. Come on! Up!"

"Jesus Christ. What time is it?"

"Like one." Mitch cracked an eye open to look at Scott.

"One....?"

"In the morning....." It took less then a second for Mitch to slap Scott's arm and then roll over, burying his face in his pillow. "Mitchy."

"Scott, sh. Sleep." Mitch expected Scott to protest, and was surprised when he didn't. The feeling of the bed dipping and the sound of Scott's footsteps retreating out of the room were enough to snap Mitch out of whatever haze he was in.

When Scott still hadn't returned after ten minutes, Mitch decided it had been long enough to go find him.

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The sight of Scott sitting on the couch with his shoulders hunched forward was not what Mitch had wanted to find. He didn't like upsetting Scott; he was always so happy and positive, and Mitch absolutely hated whenever it was him who caused that contagious smile to falter off the blond's face.

"Scott?" His reply was instant.

"I'm okay." A sad smile formed on Mitch's lips as he made his way over.

Scott didn't resist when he felt Mitch crawl into his lap and bury his face into Scott's neck.

"Do you want to know how I know you're lying?" Scott didn't answer so Mitch decided to keep going. "I know you're lying because I never asked if you were okay. I only said your name."

It was silent for another minute before Mitch decided to speak again.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I should have just woken up. I'm sorry. Please tell me we're okay, Scott. I need us to be okay. You're all I have."

Scott knew it was true. Sure, they both had tons of friends and fans, and people were always constantly surrounding them, but when it boiled down to it, they only truly had each other. It had always been that way.

"I just miss you, Mitchy. We've been traveling for months, and it's hard. When we're at home, we are constantly together, but then we go on tour and we see less and less of each other and I hate it. I need you, always, and this was our last free night for a long time. I wanted to spend time with you. I understand that we're both exhausted though. We should just sleep."

Mitch was shaking his head in disagreement before Scott even finished talking.

"No, we shouldn't sleep. I just should have woken up when you tried to wake me up instead of fighting back." Mitch stretched a little where he was sitting on Scott's lap and then took a deep breath. "Well? What do you want to do with our free night?"

Scott pretended to think for a second, putting on his most sarcastic "thinking face," before rolling his eyes like the answer was obvious.

"I want to cuddle, duh."

"Let me get this straight; you woke me up to cuddle in the same bed we were already cuddling in?" Scott laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on Mitchy. It doesn't count as cuddling if you're not conscious for it."

"Fine. You're carrying me there though." Scott grinned before lifting Mitch's small frame and wasted no time carrying him back to the large hotel bed.

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"I love how you fit so perfectly into my arms." Mitch blushed as Scott talked.

"You always get so sappy when I let you hold me."

Scott's palms were resting against Mitch bare stomach, the brunet's back pressed to the broad chest behind him. He would never get used to how smooth Mitch felt beneath his fingers.

"I can't help it. I wish I had more words to describe everything I feel for you. I repeat a lot of the same stuff but I want to be able to really make you understand all these feelings I have. I've never been good with words."

Scott loosened his grip on Mitch just enough to let the slender frame in his arms turn to face him.

"You're right. You suck at words, but you're so good at the actions that you don't even need them." Mitch repositioned his head on the pillow, dipping it closer to Scott's. "Scott?"

"Yeah, Mitchy?"

"I love you." Mitch couldn't help but smile back when he saw the giant grin spread on Scott's face. His eyes fluttered closed when Scott closed the space between their lips, and Mitch could immediately feel himself get lost in Scott.

Nothing mattered in that moment but Scott, and his lips, and his tongue expertly dipping between Mitch's lips.

Scott couldn't focus on anything besides the small inhales he could hear coming from Mitch, and how his lips felt cushioned against the fuller pair in front of him, and how Mitch was silently locking his fingers through Scott's hair so he couldn't pull away.

This was Scott's favorite activity. Sure, the sex was mind blowing every time, but there was something about kissing Mitch that made his heart feel more full. It was intimate, and Scott couldn't ever get enough.

Time was all but forgotten once Mitch managed to break the kiss, and he was positive that he was glowing.

"You make me feel alive."

"And you said I was the sappy one. You're just as sappy, Mitch."

"You're right. We hang out too much. I'm leaving." Before Mitch could even consider moving, Scott was locking his arms in place.

"You can't leave." There were a thousand sarcastic answers Mitch could have thrown back, but he decided not to.

"I'm not leaving." His lips brushed against Scott's gently. "Never leaving."