Scomiche One-Shots

DiGiorno

A/N: I'm alive. Sorry. This is very short and very domestic lol. Stole the idea from this prompt!

     "Wait! I can do that!" Mitch hesitated before setting the knife in Scott's palm. He wasn't even sure if the blond had ever cut something before in his life. "Like this?" He watched the blade glide through the onion and gently released the breath he was holding.

     "Yeah, just like that. And then once you've finished it that way, start cutting the other direction to make cubes instead of strips." He watched his counterpart until he nodded in understanding before heading off to start preparing the chicken for their meal.

     It was easy for Mitch to get lost in his cooking. He was good at it and he liked doing it for Scott. His boyfriend always praised every meal he made even when he was positive he messed up, and it was a good feeling. He liked to make him happy, and even if Scott was lying sometimes, he always finished every bite.

     It didn't take long for the brunet to season the chicken, pop it in the oven, and begin to peel potatoes. He stole the occasional glance at Scott to make sure he wasn't cutting off anything vital - like fingers - and he was impressed to say the least. The onion was chopped perfectly and he had started slicing cucumbers.

     After Mitch had put the potatoes in a pot of water on the stove, he washed his hands and and moved into place behind his Scott. The blond's lips quirked up at the edges when slender arms wrapped around his middle.

     "You're doing so good, Scotty. I'm proud of you."

     "What can I say? I'm naturally talented at everything apparently." Mitch laughed and pulled away, slapping Scott's ass playfully in the process.

     "Naturally cocky as hell too, huh?" He watched a smirk draw itself onto the blond's lips and he couldn't resist leaning around him to set a kiss there. "You're lucky I like you."

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     "Is it done yet?!" Scott was definitely hungry. Mitch could tell by the whiny tone in his voice.

     "Yes! We just need to plate it and head over to the table." He smiled gently when two dishes were set down in front of him and he let himself meet blue eyes for just a second. "Thank you."

    It only took a few minutes to get everything together before Mitch was reaching for wine glasses and a bottle. Scott had volunteered to take everything out to the table while the smaller man got drinks. He had just gotten the cork out of the bottle when a loud series of crashes sounded from the hall followed by what seemed to be a string of expletives.

     "Scott?!" The scene Mitch walked into looked like it came straight from the movie filming of a food fight. Both plates were shattered on the floor, their food was everywhere, and Scott was kneeling down, frantically trying to clean up. "Scotty?"

     "Fuck Mitch, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I tripped on the carpet and I tried to catch one plate but the other dropped and then everything was falling and FUCK." Mitch was confused by how upset Scott was.

     "Hey, accidents happen." He squatted down next to the blond and set his arm around his broad shoulders. "We can just order in."

     "But you worked so hard, Mitch! It was so pretty and you worked so hard and I ruined it!" When Scott finally met his gaze fresh tears were pooling in his eyes.

     "Oh baby. Don't cry. It's just food and some dishes. We can always get more food. You didn't ruin anything, Scotty. It was an accident."

     "But we had so much fun cooking and I liked it so much and now... I'm so sorry." Mitch shook his head and leaned forward to set his lips to the larger man's. The touch seemed to calm him down almost instantly if the way his breathing even out was anything to go by.

     "It's really okay, babe. We can cook breakfast together tomorrow to make up for it, okay? Don't be too hard on yourself. One messed up dinner isn't the end of the world." He watched Scott nod before standing up and holding his hand down to the larger man. "Alright, get up and order us some pizza while I clean this up, big boy"

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     "I really did have fun cooking with you. I wish we did that more often." Mitch hummed in agreement from where he was curled up against Scott's chest on the couch.

     "We can do it as often as you want. I had fun too. You really did do a great job. I was really impressed." A chill ran down the brunet's spine when warm lips pressed against the curve of his neck.

     "You mean I did a great job before I forced us to eat fucking DiGiorno?" Mitch peeked an eye open and laughed.

     "Excuse you. That was delivery, not DiGiorno, bitch." The deep vibration from laughter that rumbled through Scott's chest drew another smile to his lips.

     Their dinner might have been ruined, but Mitch wouldn't want to do this night any other way.