Scomiche One-Shots

I Found Part Two

RATED R

"And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take"

     "No!" Scott jerked back at the hard slap on his shoulder.

     "Are you kidding?"

     "Does it look like I'm kidding? I am not making out with you in the middle of this dressing room. Are you crazy?"

     "Oh come on. It's not like one kiss is going to make me flip you over the make up desk and pound you into next week, Mitchell." The sass in Scott's voice drew a smile onto Mitch's lips.

     "And it's not like one kiss wouldn't make you do that, Scotchell." Scott narrowed his eyes and took a step towards Mitch.

     "Are you implying that I can't control myself?"

     "No. I'm implying that you won't control yourself. SO, you'll just have to be a good boy and wait until we get to the hotel tonight, and then I'll help you out with your little problem." Mitch paused and glanced down Scott's body before smirking and meeting his eyes again. "Maybe it's not a 'little' problem." The blond watched his brunet bite his lower lip in the way that drove him absolutely crazy before his small frame turned towards the door.

     "Wait a second." Mitch had already managed to open the door just a crack, and Scott didn't hesitate to set his palm on the hard surface and slam it back shut. "You actually aren't allowed to reference the size of my cock, then bite your lip like that and then just walk away. This isn't a game, sweetheart." The blond had taken a step away from the door by now and the tenor used it to his advantage.

     "You're so right baby." A smirk fell on his lips. "Tell you what, I will kiss it all better," the door was open before Scott realized what was happening and Mitch was sprinting down the hall, "tonight at the hotel!" Little shit.

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"And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be, right in front of me"

     "So you two are coming to the room for drinks, right?" Mitch could feel Scott visibly tense beside him. He considered agreeing and making him wait even longer, but even he wasn't that cruel.

     "Um, I think we're gonna pass, Kit. Long day and the show was crazy. We'll see you in the morning though, right?" The brunet grinned when she nodded and then reached for the large, familiar hand of the man to his left.

     The walk towards the elevators was silent and Mitch could practically feel the tension buzzing between them. The air felt electric, and he suddenly began to realize that maybe Scott was better at controlling himself than he thought, because the only thought running through his head was what the chances were that they would get caught if he blew Scott in this elevator.

     Before he could act on his thoughts, a loud ding filled the tiny space and he was following Scott through the metal doors and into the hallway. Mitch was growing more and more needy by the second and he mentally planned to jump his boyfriend the second they made it through the door to the hotel room.

     Scott was the one who opened the door this time, and it was Mitch who was slamming it shut. Maybe he should have just let Scott have him earlier.