Music - Scomiche One Shots

"Springsteen" Part Two

     "Do you remember that time we went out and had that cute picnic for our like, three month anniversary?" Scott nodded and waited patiently for the rest of the story. "That was the first time you told me you loved me."

     The reunion had ended hours ago and Scott had gone back to Mitch's hotel with him. He didn't want to stop talking to him. Their lives were so much different now, but Mitch? Mitch was the same as Scott remembered. 

     "I remember. We had gone to that big ass bonfire like two days before and you sang the prettiest version of 'Sweet Caroline' to me that I'd ever heard, and that was the first night I knew I was in love with you. I wanted to tell you that night, but I chickened out."

     Mitch was cuddled against Scott's side on the couch. His legs were draped across the blond's lap, and a large hand was resting on top of one of his knees. Scott's other arm was wrapped securely around his shoulders, leaving virtually no room between the pair.

     "I was crazy about you, you know." Scott shifted backwards when Mitch looked up at him so that he could properly meet his eyes. "I thought you were the one."

     "I was crazy about you, too. I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone, even to this day."

     "Do you mean that?" There was a small pause before Scott answered.

     "Yes. I mean that. I thought you were the one, too. If I'm honest, I don't even remember why we broke up all those years ago. I don't remember a single part of our relationship that wasn't amazing. Well, except for the super inexperienced sex, but that's not surprising. We were like, sixteen or seventeen." Mitch laughed and tucked his head back under Scott's chin. They had both had a few drinks, but neither of them were drunk; just buzzed enough to speak more freely than they normally would while sober.

     "We were also each other's first time. We didn't have much to go off of besides mediocre porn."

     "Preach! Even that wasn't bad, though." Scott took a second to gather his thoughts before blowing out a breath. "Mitchy?"

     "Hm?"

     "What happened between us? Why did things end?"

     "We we're going to colleges that were literally across the country from each other, and we decided that it was best to see other people. We were so codependent, Scotty. There wouldn't have been enough communication in the limited free time we had to make it work. We would have resented each other."

     Scott nodded because he knew Mitch was right. He used to need Mitch so much. If they weren't physically together, they would be on the phone or Skyping.

     "The funny thing is that neither of us even finished college. You got famous and I decided it wasn't for me."

     "You didn't finish college?" Scott shook his head.

     "What do you do for a living? God, I feel like I don't know anything about you." Mitch frowned to himself and subconsciously gripped the front of Scott's shirt tighter.

     "You know more about me than you think you do. I work at the old record store in town. I love music, Mitchy. I always have. That's where my heart is. That's where yours is too, but you were blessed enough to be able to devote your life to it. I'm so incredibly happy that you're living your dream. You deserve everything you've gotten in life." Scott had always been one of the sweetest guys Mitch had known, and tonight wasn't an exception.

     "What's your dream?"

     "My dream? Like, for my life?" The brunet nodded and Scott bit his lower lip.

     "My dream used to be to get super famous and sing all over the world, but age sort of changed my priorities. I think the biggest dream I have right now is to find someone and be happy. A family down the road would be nice, but I miss being in love."

     "When's the last time you were in love?" Scott froze almost instantly. Mitch was asking loaded questions all of the sudden, and he wasn't sure how honestly he should answer them.

     "The last time?" Another nod. "You were the last time." The tiny gasp from the brunet practically echoed through the quiet room.

     Silence settled between them, but then Mitch was shifting. It took some maneuvering, but he finally managed to position one of his knees on either side of Scott's hips and settle his weight down. His palms cupped the larger man's face and he angled it slightly up so he could really look into those blue eyes.

     "Do you mean that?"

     "Look, I'm sorry if that's we-"

     "Do you mean that?" Scott blinked before opening his mouth to answer.

     "I... yes. I mean it." He kept his eyes on Mitch who couldn't seem to look away from him. The blond didn't mind. He could look at Mitch all day. His thoughts were cut off completely when Mitch leaned forward.

     The brunet's mouth collided with Scott's, and it was sloppy at first. The kiss was deep and left both men vulnerable, but everything came rushing back to them in no time.

     Scott remembered just how much Mitch liked when he would suck on his bottom lip, and Mitch remembered the way Scott liked him to pull his hair. It was different, but it was the same. Everything was different, but the same.

     It was Scott who spoke first once the kiss was broken.

     "You taste the same." A hot blush flooded the brunet's face at his words.

     "Scott? What if I said the only reason I went to the stupid reunion was to see you."

     "I'd say that I completely understood because the only reason I went was to see you." The air in the room seemed to be getting thicker and Mitch felt like he was going to start choking any second. "I wish you could stay with me. I just found you after a decade and it feels like you never even left. I don't want to lose you again."

     Mitch had dreamed of this a thousand times; some moment where he had the opportunity to ask Scott the next question that rolled off his tongue. "I have to leave here at some point, but what if I asked you to come with me?"

    "Come with you? On tour, or to Los Angeles?"

     "Both."