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Hey guys, wow remember when I used to write? Lol sorry for not updating. TBH I tried writing the smut and I couldn't. Sorry if that's disappointing but whatever. Do you guys want anything specific to happen in this story? I have a few ideas but I was jw. Thank y'all for 5k as well! Ily
-Dylan

     Scott woke up still buzzing in ecstasy from the previous night. He hummed as he thought of it before rolling over. The sunlight fled through the window behind him illuminating his husband.

Scott admired the beautiful man before him. His hair slightly ajar and lips slightly swollen. His mouth slightly open as he snored very softly. Small love marks were scattered across his neck and clavicles. The sheets draped loosely on his lower waist.

Scott smiled, he wished that he would be able to wake up like this every single morning for the rest of his life. He was on the path for it but there was always a hint of doubt. Because of his past he always thought that something bad would happen. Because something always did.

But in that moment, Scott pushed the thoughts away and focused on the happy things. He smiled at his perfect husband who slept peacefully next to him.

Scott slowly leaned in pressing his lips against Mitch's neck lightly. The skin was warm and soft and almost inviting. He delicately spread small kisses on his neck and was moving slowly up his jaw when Mitch finally started to rustle.

He hummed allowing Scott to feel the vibrations against his lips making him smile as he kissed again. "Good morning beautiful." Scott said quietly against his ear.

Mitch smiled humming again, "god you have such a sexy morning voice. Have I ever told you that?" Scott pulled away blushing slightly before rolling on top of him, straddling him and intertwining their hands in one swift motion.

"No I don't think you have." He said grinning before leaning down and pressing a soft but tender kiss against his husband's.

It didn't last very long before Mitch stopped him and gently pushed him off of him. "I have morning breath!" He yelled as he ran to the bathroom.

Scott laughed loudly from the bed and rested back against his elbow. "So do I!? Why does it matter? I thought after we got married none of that stuff would matter anymore-" he was cut off by Mitch running back in and jumping on the bed.

He crawled on top of Scott smiling and leaned in as if he was going to kiss him before shoving a mint in his mouth. Scott laughed before sucking lightly on the mint.

"Just cus we got married doesn't mean kissing someone with bad breath is suddenly not gross. Now hurry up I wanna kiss you again." He said rubbing the outlines of his husband's biceps.

"Well if I hurry too fast than it will be a waste and the mint wouldn't have done its job." Scott said sassily and Mitch giggled.

"Fine. If I can't kiss your lips than I'll just kiss something else." Mitch smirked before kissing his cheek. He started kissing down his jaw and to his neck. They were soft and feather like just delicate until finally the mint dissolved and Scott eagerly pulled Mitch's face up to meet his.

       He pressed his lips gently against his husband's creating a soft but passionate kiss. He sat up fully and wrapped his arms around Mitch's waist. They continued kissing hungrily and passionately slowly moving Scott back down to the bed. Mitch grinding his hips slightly running his hands down Scott's chest.

      Scott suddenly stopped when he felt a liquid drip onto his chest. At first he thought nothing of it, thinking it must be sweat until he could feel the weight of the little puddle. He disconnected their lips and Mitch looked at him confused.

      "Are you okay?" Mitch asked carefully and Scott just looked down at his chest before his eyes went wide. There was a pool of blood on his chest.

     He looked up slightly and saw the problem, "Holy shit Mitch, are you okay?" He asked in an alarming tone.

      "Yeah what do you- Fuck!" He looked down at his bandage was soaked with blood. "Scott immediately sat up tucking his hands under Mitch's butt. He carefully picked him up and got off the bed before turning around. He layed him gently down before rushing to the closet to hurry and put some clothes on.

      "Did you not feel it?" Scott asked in a panic as he ran to the bathroom to wipe the blood that now ran down his chest.

      "Not until now. Fuck!" Mitch said trying to sit up but as soon as Scott saw him doing so he ran over to him.

      "Don't even fucking think about it." Scott said before grabbing a pair of his baggy shorts and putting them on Mitch.

      He lifted Mitch bridal style off the bed and ran down the stairs. "Scott it's okay. I'm fine I'm not dying. Please don't die trying to get me there." Mitch tried to console him but Scott was in full panic mode.

      "Not fucking dying Mitch?" He asked angrily as he grabbed the keys and ran out to their car. "You're bleeding from your chest! From a fucking bullet wound. How did you not feel yourself rip your stitches?!"

      He set Mitch down in the passenger seat before running out to his side. He started the car and hurried out of their driveway. "I swear to god, if we get into a car accident or get pulled over because your speeding-" Scott cut Mitch off by snapping his head in his direction with tears in his eyes.

      "Stop! God do you realize the situation we're in? You got shot on our fucking wedding day and the day after you get out of the fucking hospital you rip your stitches. How are you not freaking out that the fucking hole in your chest is bleeding out?" Scott yelled as he drove. "Don't get mad at me for worrying and caring about you! I'm supposed to freak out when you're in danger or when you're fucking bleeding from your chest because I'm your husband. And you're stuck with me for life so you better get used to me worrying about you-"

       "If you weren't driving right now I would kiss you." Mitch said and Scott quickly took a glance at him. "I love you, you know that right?" Mitch asked and Scott shook his head smiling as he finally pulled into the E.R.

       "I love you too" he said as he pulled into a space quickly and hopped out. He ran over and picked Mitch up again bridal style before running him into the E.R.