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Puzzle Pieces

Mitch and Scott are working on music late at night, Mitch is too tired to keep going. Sleepy cuddles and cheesy internal dialogue ensues.

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Mitch was so tired. So, so tired. Everything felt overwhelming in his drowsy state, making it impossible for him to get any work done. Him and Scott were currently working late into the night on new Superfruit music with their producer, but he hadn't said more than ten words in the past hour and a half. He wanted to be awake and useful but his eyelids were constantly drooping and he couldn't comprehend a single sentence. Mitch being Mitch, he would have tried to power through it. That was his plan until Scott started arguing about the layout of one of the songs. If Mitch new anything about Scott, it was he wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"We can't have the song transition from one key to a new one, not this one anyways. We're sticking to one key signature and that's that." Scott stated as he continued to write notes for the song down on a notepad.

"Scott, I know you want it that way but-"

"I'm not going to argue with you about this anymore, this is our song, our band, and therefore, our decision." He cut the producer off faster than he could recite any Beyoncé song. This seemed to be effective, because (much to Scott's delight) the guy shut his mouth.

Mitch on the other hand, was starting to get a headache from the yelling and disagreements. He felt like he could collapse at any second. So, with the little energy he had, the brunette nudged his boyfriend's side. The taller boy looked over to see Mitch looking exhausted and drained, puppy dog eyes stared up at him.

"Baby?" Mitch asked softly. "Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, yeah of course we can angel. I'm sorry I kept us here so late, I thought you would have been okay," Scott stood up and offered his hand to his half-asleep partner, who took it gladly. He turned to their producer while helping Mitch stand up, "I hope it's okay if we meet back here Thursday instead of Wednesday, we could all use some rest."

"No problem guys, go home and sleep. Don't worry about a thing,"

"Thank you so much, come on Mitchy," The two laced their hands together, for both comfort and support.

As Scott helped Mitch get into the passengers seat of the car, he couldn't help but feel terrible. He should have noticed the lack of conversation and asked to leave earlier.

What kind of boyfriend am I? He thought while getting into the drivers seat and starting the car. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and for a few moments he closed his eyes. This was all his fault, he felt selfish and inconsiderate. His yelling and constant arguments probably made the situation ten times worse. He wasn't sure if he could have done anything else wrong.

"Scotty," Mitch said reaching over to grab the blond's hand. "I know you feel bad, so stop. You haven't done anything wrong, if anyone's to blame it's myself. I should have known I was seriously pushing the limits when I said we could stay late. There's nothing you could have done to make it easier on me, so stop worrying your pretty little head off about it."

Scott looked over, he was barely able to see the outline of Mitch's face through the darkness. That didn't stop him from locking eyes with him and confessing, "I swear you can read my mind."

They both laughed softly, Mitch smirked though he was unsure wether it could be seen or not. Their hands remained intertwined as they drove home and Scott sang softly along to the radio.

Around halfway through the drive, he looked over to see Mitch's eyes closed and his head leaned up against the window. His breathing was slow and steady, he had fallen asleep. The sight brought a smile to Scott's face. He leaned over, pressed a gentle kiss to the brunette's hand, and whispered "Sleep good while you can, angel."

When they arrived home, Scott wasn't happy about having to wake Mitch up. He wanted the poor boy to sleep, it was three in the morning! Despite his mixed feelings, he got out of the car and walked to the passengers side. He opened the door and leaned inside to peck Mitch on the lips and shake him lightly to wake him.

"Mitch, come on. We need to go inside," The boy only groaned in response, causing a small giggle from Scott.

"I'll carry you if I have too, but once we get in bed I'll cuddle with you all you want."

This seemed to get Mitch up much faster. He immediately got out of the car with Scott's help and walked to the door with him. Being unable to support himself (willingly), he leaned against the blond's tall figure, burying his face in his chest.

"Want me to carry you up to our room?" Scott asked when he finally got the door unlocked. A soft nod and two delicate arms extending out to him signaled he could pick up the tired boy. Surprisingly, Mitch was able to jump up into Scott's arms, which earned another giggle from the both of them.

They entered the house and went straight to the bedroom, where Scott set Mitch down gently on the bed. He took a minute to kick off his shoes and strip into his boxers to sleep. When he looked over at his boyfriend, he saw the brunette lazily trying to take off his clothes but failing and sighing in frustration.

"Help?" Mitch asked looking over at Scott, feeling slightly upset that the blond was able to undress himself and he couldn't.

Of course, Scott happily helped by pulling off his shoes, pants, and shirt. He traded the expensive sweater for one of his own baggy tee shirts, something Mitch loved wearing. He picked up the clothes and threw them into the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room. In this process he turned off the lights while Mitch crawled under the blankets. Scott, of course, slid in next to the sleepy boy shortly after.

"C'mere," he muttered and lifted his arm, allowing Mitch to press their bodies together.

As cheesy as it sounds, Scott thought they fit together like puzzle pieces. Something was so right about the way their hands, bodies, and lips felt like they were made for each other. Scott didn't care if it was stupid, he loved this boy more than anything.

Mitch had cuddled up against Scott, holding tightly to him and enjoying the feeling of being held back. He soon felt fingers in his hair, twisting the brown strands and massaging lightly. Even though he had told him not to, Scott must have still felt bad because he was doing everything Mitch loved. Not that he wouldn't do them if he asked, but he didn't have to steal the oversized tee or ask to have his hair played with or cuddles.

"Do you still feel bad?" Mitch asked, his speech came out garbled but Scott was able to comprehend the words.

"If I say yes you're going to give me another pep talk, aren't you?"

"No, but I will tell you again that it's not your fault. I know your brain likes to think that a lot," Mitch leaned up to Scott's chest and kissed his bear skin.

The blond was dissatisfied with the simple chest kiss, so he pulled away from their tight embrace just enough to be eye level with Mitch and planted a tender kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," Scott whispered.

The two returned to their original cuddling position, relaxing into each other's embrace. Scott breathed in the scent of Mitch's hair and suggested, "We should actually get some sleep now."

"Yes we should, goodnight baby."

"Rest well, Sleeping beauty."

"You're such a dork," Mitch laughed.

"You love me."

"Goodnight Scott."

"Goodnight Mitchy."