Scomiche One-Shots

Frappula Part Three

A/N: The more I write the word "Frappula" the more I'm like, "damn. Why didn't you come up with a better title."

Anyways, I actually really like writing this and as long as y'all continue to enjoy it, I'd be glad to keep writing! Let me know at the end, as always! The last thing I wanna do is run this into the ground.

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     The first thing Scott noticed when he woke up was the warmth of another body in his bed with him. The blond was initially startled, but as soon as his brain started functioning properly, a wide smile threatened to split his face in half. Mitch had stayed.

     The second thing breaking through the fog in his head was the sensation of plump lips trailing soft kisses over his throat and neck. A small hand was splayed out against his chest and he swore he could feel the faint sensation of the brunet's nails leaving indents against his skin.

     "I thought you were never going to wake up. I've been doing this for like thirty minutes." A sleepy smile crossed Scott's face and Mitch reciprocated with a smile of his own.

     "Well feel free to keep doing it." The blond stayed silent while another round of kisses were pressed to the curve of his shoulder and when Mitch pulled back, a small sigh tumbled through his lips. "That feels really nice."

     Another comfortable silence fell between the pair and Scott took the opportunity to roll on his side so he could properly study the beautiful face in front of him. Mitch grinned when he felt Scott's arm slip around his middle and pull him impossibly closer to his chest.

     "You're beautiful." The brunet offered another smile before reaching up and carding his fingers through the blond's wavy golden locks.

     "You've said that a few times now. The magic is starting to wear off." Scott laughed at the obvious sarcasm in Mitch's voice and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

     "I guess I better start working on my pick-up lines then, huh? Here. Let me try again." Mitch gasped in shock when Scott rolled on top of him without warning, his forearms resting on either side of Mitch's head. "Hey baby. Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."

     Scott grinned as soon as Mitch began laughing. The brunet couldn't contain the sounds falling through his lips, and they only continued when the blond began laughing as well. It wasn't until Scott began pressing playful kisses over Mitch's face that the pair's giggling began to die down.

     "Much better, babe. I'm swooning."

     "You're sassy. I love it." Mitch noticed immediately when Scott's eyes flicked to his lips, and a smirk crossed his angelic features.

     "Am I going to have to ask again for you to kiss me?"

     "Absolutely. I like when you beg." Mitch knew Scott was being sarcastic, but the words sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core.

     "Yeah? You like when I beg?" Where Scott's tone held an ounce of teasing, Mitch's sounded completely serious.

     The blond pulled back to meet the brunet's dark eyes, and the look there was enough to double the tension building between the pair. Scott knew they were walking a thin line and one nudge in the right direction would push them past the point of no return.

     Scott let his fingers begin a slow descent down Mitch's side, and right when they reached the curve of the brunet's waist, a squeal fell through those impossibly plump lips. Scott paused immediately and repeated the motion, eliciting the same response.

     "Oh no. You aren't ticklish, are you?" When the blond looked back up to Mitch's eyes, there was a completely different look in them than he had previously seen. The lust was replaced with  slight horror and a wicked grin crossed Scott's features.

     "No! I'm not!"

     "I think you're lying."

     "I'm NO-" Mitch's words were cut off when Scott began tickling both of his sides without warning. "SCO-SCOTT!"

     The laughter continued for well over five minutes before the brunet managed to grasp the blond's hands in his own and pause the relentless torture to his sides.

     "Scott! You are in so much trouble, I swear." Scott grinned and shook his head.

     "I don't believe that for a second." Mitch raised an eyebrow and finally released Scott's hands, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders instead.

     "And why not? I'm not a liar, Scott."

     "Maybe not. But I also don't think you could resist me for very long if I was really putting moves on you." Scott pressed an wet kiss to Mitch's throat for emphasis.

     "Mmmm. Well I wouldn't know, considering you haven't put a single move on me ever, Scotty boy." The sarcastic tone had reappeared in the brunet's words and Scott couldn't hold back what felt like the millionth smile to blossom on his lips in the past 24 hours.

     Scott repositioned himself so he was lying next to Mitch again instead of hovering over him. He couldn't deny how happy he was with this small man he happened across in some random coffee shop.

     "You're not like the others." Mitch blushed and buried his face in the broad chest positioned in front of him. "You're too good to be true."

     "I am not. I'm just a person, Scott. I'm not all that special."

     "I don't believe that for a second. The only flaw I've yet to figure out about you is that you made me wait 25 years to meet you. Who does that?" The brunet smiled and pulled back enough to lock his eyes onto the beautiful blue ones that he couldn't seem to get enough of.

     "I have a lot of flaws, darling. I shop way too much, drink way too much coffee, and I don't think I've ever done a single athletic thing in my life. I'm obsessed with musicals and cats and I'm very, very needy." Scott grinned and pressed a reassuring kiss to Mitch's forehead.

     "First of all, shopping and coffee are necessary parts of life. Who doesn't do that? I play volleyball but that's all. I also love musicals and cats. Maybe I'll convince you to sing for me sometime." There was a small pause while Scott gathered his words. "I don't mind if you're needy. I'm pretty damn needy too."

     "I'm needier."

     "I'm neediest." Mitch rolled his eyes playfully and pushed himself into a sitting position before throwing his legs over the edge of the bed in an attempt to stand. "Excuse me. Where do you think you're going?" The brunet grinned and looked back to the blond who had wrapped his fingers around his small forearm in an attempt to keep him in bed.

     "I'm going to find my pants and steal one of your shirts, and then you're going to take me to get food because mommy is hungry, babe. Plus, I want to go on a real date with you."

     "Does breakfast count as a real date?" Scott asked biting his lower lip.

     "Absolutely not, so you better be planning out something fun while I'm shoveling food into my mouth!" The blond grinned and stood, closing the space between him and the brunet and reaching up to hold Mitch's face.

     "I have a feeling you're going to be the death of me." Mitch let his eyes flutter shut when Scott finally pressed their lips together. "And what a beautiful death it will be."

A/N: more? Yes? No? BE HONEST Y'ALL!