Music - Scomiche One Shots

"6 Inch" - Beyoncé ft. The Weeknd

A/N: Hiiiii welcome to my NEW BOOK BABIES!!! We're gonna start right off with smut because what else am I good for? ENJOY BBS (btw this is an actual ONE shot raise your hand if you're proud of me!)   

"6 Inch" – Beyoncé ft. The Weekend - listen to it while you read!

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     Scott was a hard worker. It was rare that he had days off, but when he did, he made sure to take full advantage of them. That's how he found himself in the middle of a crowded club on a Saturday night with a drink in one hand and his other raised above him in a tipsy attempt at dancing.

     He got here about an hour ago and was having the time of his life. Scott loved a good party, which is why clubs felt like home to him. Every single one of them was a giant party with good drinks, good music, and there was always the opportunity to find a cute boy to drag back to his bedroom once he drank his weight in liquor.

     The blond was taking a different approach on the night this time. While he was always in the mood for a beautiful man, he consciously decided that tonight was going to be one he spent alone. He wanted to be able to relax at home after he slept off his hang over and not have to deal with the awkwardness of a one night stand. If only he had known what was coming.

     The drink in his hand was gone much too fast and as he made his way back towards the bar, a tall blond caught his eye. He was muscular and broad, much like himself, but he looked to be built of lean muscle. He caught the stranger's eyes and offered him a small wink before grabbing his drink refill and turning back towards the dance floor. There were sweaty bodies all around him, and the air reeked of sex and alcohol, and it only took a moment for Scott to begin losing himself to the music again. When someone bumped into him, his eyes shot open and it didn't take long to recognize the man from earlier.

     "Oh no. I'm so sorry! Didn't see you there." Scott internally flinched at the bad attempt at flirting. He appreciated when people made an effort and the stranger was insanely attractive, but come on. There was no way he hadn't seen him there, and Scott preferred confident men instead of those who hid their self-doubt behind flirty lines. "I'm Alex.

     "I'm Scott."

     "Scott. Wanna dance?" The blond shrugged and said yes. He never turned down a good dance, and he was silently praying to the Lord above that Alex was a better dancer than he was a talker. Things started off innocent, but as was expected, it didn't take long for the other man's back to be pressed to Scott's chest and his ass to be grinding back against him.

     The dance was okay, but it felt almost uncomfortable to be with someone his own size. Alex was so similarly built to him that Scott had no advantage over him, and it just felt wrong. He couldn't lean down over him and kiss his neck. He couldn't spin him and look down into his eyes. He couldn't push him up against a wall in feel dominant in any way.

     The song ended and Scott thanked Alex before disappearing into the crowd to escape to the bar for yet another drink. This would be his fifth one, and he was slowly starting to feel drunk. Once a new glass was in his hand, he spun back towards the open floor, but stopped in his tracks when he saw him.

     He was beautiful. He was the epitome of sex on legs. He was exactly Scott's type. He was a decent height but his small frame made him appear shorter than he probably was. The man had black hair, or maybe it was dark brown, with the sides shaved and the top fringe falling over one of his eyes, and his cheek bones were as prominent as Scott thought they could get. His lips were plump and Scott silently decided his goal for the night was to get a good taste of them.