Prompt: Scott got a new mattress. And, possibly tries for a new boyfriend?
                              Setting: IRL 
                              Words: 691
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                              Scott put all his force into pushing the mattress on his bed the rest of the way. Exhaling heavily, he stood up straight, admiring his work. Quickly pulling a sheet over the King size, he re-made the bed and threw his body on top of the newly bought mattress. 
                              "This. Feels. Amazing." Scott puffed, still a bit winded from all the heavy lifting. He would never understand why people pay someone a hundred dollars, or more, to move cotton and iron onto wood. 
                              "MITCH!" Scott yelled. 
                              "WHAT?" Mitch replied from down the hall. 
                              "COME HERE! I'M DONE WITH MY KING FLUFF!" Scott laughed, knowing Mitch hated when he called it that. A few moments later, Scott heard the padding of Mitch's feet coming down the hall. He emerged in the doorway, raising his eyebrows at Scott. Scott made grabby hands at Mitch, implying he wanted to cuddle. Mitch rolled his eyes but complied, walking over to the bed while Scott sat up to lean back on the pillows. Mitch crawled over Scott's lap and Scott spread his legs for Mitch to fit in between. 
                              "I'm right in between your big ones." Mitch commented, pulling out his phone. Scott laughed. 
                              "How does it feel?" 
                              "To be the quintessence of perfection? Amazing." Mitch answered breezily. 
                              "No, you cocky bastard. The King fluff." 
                              "The mattress feels amazing." Mitch replied, scooting back into Scott, and Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist. He set his chin atop Mitch's buzzed head and looked down at Mitch's phone. 
                              "Tinder? Really, Mitchy?" Scott complained. 
                              "Hey! It's not my fault that your cuddles make me crave companionship."
                              "I thought I was your companion." Scott mumbled into Mitch's neck, leaving a single kiss over the collarbone tattoo. 
                              "Stop. I mean an actual boyfriend."
                              "I'm your actual boyfriend." Scott sassed. 
                              "No, You're my daddy. Sugar daddy in some cases. And, I'm being serious. Stop making fun of me." Mitch pouted. Scott reached foreword to turn off Mitch's phone. 
                              "I'm being serious, too."
                              "Scott- " 
                              "No, really." Scott grabbed Mitch's hips, and coaxed him to turn around. Mitch moved to straddle him, and Scott let his hands rests where they were. 
                              "I mean, I- We have a thing, right? We are a thing. Even the fans want us to date. Everyone already thinks we're together, why not just- try it?" 
                              "Scott... We've already talked about this. You know that I value our friendship over anything else. I don't want to loose that."
                              "And you won't! We won't. I promise. Just think of it as an upgrade. Let me upgrade you!" Mitch rolled his eyes as Scott laughed at his own words. 
                              "You are so annoying, I swear. And, I said I'd never date a man."
                              "You wouldn't be dating a man; you'd be dating a child. Pleeeeease?" Scott buried his head in Mitch's neck, finally making the younger boy giggle. 
                              "Never thought I'd see the day a man begged for me." Mitch lifted Scott's head up by his cheek.
                              "Okay." He mumbled. 
                              "Okay?" Scott grinned. 
                              "Stop it." Mitch commanded, and Scott laughed again. 
                              "How about we just be," Mitch urged Scott's face closer, "Mitch and Scott?" 
                              "Mitch and Scott? What's that supposed to mean?" Mitch pulled Scott's lips to his, immediately giving up control as Scott began to kiss him. His grip on Mitch's waist tightened as he kissed him harder, enjoying the feeling of Mitch's small, plump lips between his. Mitch slightly bit Scott's lip, and oh, what that did to Scott. He knew he couldn't let himself get carried away. Running out of air, Scott reluctantly pulled away. 
                              "Woah..." Scott breathed, "You are- a good fucking kisser."
                              "Thanks! You're a good kisser!" Mitch replied.
                              "Oh my gosh, thank you!" Scott faked excitement, and the pair laughed. 
                              "So, this is Mitch and Scott then?" Scott asked after the laugher died down. 
                              "Yeah. You want to try?" 
                              "And I'm the outgoing one," Scott pecked Mitch's lips, "Depends. Kisses. Occasionally or anytime I want?"
                              "Any," Kiss. "Time," Kiss. "You," Kiss. "Want." Mitch placed a final kiss onto Scott's lips, causing him to smile. 
                              "I couldn't ask for more."
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