crazy (scömìche)

f o u r t e e n

m: *slowly wakes up in scott's arms in his room at home - the doctor let scott out two days ago - smiles sleepily and snuggles against him, closing his eyes again*

s: *curls against him in his sleep, nuzzling him*

m: *smiles wider and hides his face in scott's neck, pressing a small kiss to it*

s: *moans softly in his sleep*

m: *glances up at him and leans up to peck his lips gently*

s: *after a moment, he kisses back*

m: *kisses him quickly again and lays his head back down*

s: *his eyes droop closed again and he curls closer to mitch*

m: *nods slightly and snuggles closer to him, closing his eyes again*

s: *almost falls asleep again, nuzzling against him*

m: *tucks his head under scott's chin and yawns quietly*

s: *actually falls asleep, warm and comfortable and with his favorite person in the world*

m: *falls asleep as well, one hand sitting flat on scott's chest*

~three hours later~

s: *wakes up again, rubbing his eyes sleepily*

m: *stays asleep, curled up against scott*

s: *looks down at him with a sleepy smile*

m: *shifts slightly as he starts to wake up*

s: *quickly closes his eyes again*

m: *blinks slowly and looks around, smiling sleepily when he sees scott*

s: *pretends to be asleep, making his breathing deep and even*

m: *leans up to peck his lips tiredly*

s: *tries and fails to hide a smile*

m: *feels him move and jumps, pulling back quickly* holy-

s: *allows his eyes to open, frowning* now, now. no cursing.

m: *pouts at him*

s: *raises an eyebrow*

m: *whines* why not?

s: because i said you couldn't.

m: but everyone else can.

s: everyone else isn't mine. i'm not anyone else's.

m: *pouts more*

s: *raises an eyebrow* mitchell.

m: *mutters* that's unfair.

s: *wordlessly gets up and stands in the corner of the room, crossing his arms over his chest*

m: *whines and reaches for him*

s: *shakes his head* no, mitchell. you cannot curse.

m: *frowns* now you're using the big i'm-in-trouble words.

s: *quietly* you're not in trouble. just don't curse, okay?

m: *reluctantly nods*

s: *murmurs as an afterthought while he makes his way back to the bed* at least not while i'm around.

m: *grins to himself and chews on his lip*

s: *wraps his arms around him again, closing his eyes*

m: *whines playfully* i wanna, though.

s: *whispers* please don't.

m: *quietly* why not? i can't say f-