A collection of mature oneshots inspired by pics or tweets or my own random brain, mostly Scomiche. And a reminder that just because a story or scene is mature, doesn't mean it's devoid of characterization, development, or value.
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caesarlester had the idea that this screencap looked like a movie poster, I wholeheartedly agreed, and we started joking about it on twitter. Er, here. Have the basic plot of a cheesy gay rom com in 1300 words. Thanks to @fannycub (on Twitter) for bringing the poster to life and to silentdescant for the beta.
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It's always been like this, in a way, ever since they were kids. It's just gotten far worse since they grew up and became roommates. Which is both hilarious and fucking infuriating.
Scott doesn't even remember which one of them started it. He wants to blame Mitch, but he has a sneaking suspicion it might have been him. Or maybe both at the same time. Who knows?
It's subtle, in the beginning. A shady comment here, an inappropriate joke there. Mitch glancing down at Scott's junior year boyfriend's body with a "are you sure you can...handle Scott? He's a big boy." Scott advising Mitch's prom date not to be intimidated by Mitch's far greater experience.
It's kind of like a sport, except they're far better at this than they'll ever be at sports. A game, then. A contest.
An all-out motherfucking war.
John
They're in their shitty NYC dive of an apartment for only three weeks before Scott has a date pick him up there for the first time. The guy is ten minutes early—which, what the fuck?—and Scott is still in the bathroom futzing with his hair when he shows up.
Mitch gets the door.
Scott doesn't know what set him off. If John...Jeff?...no, John said something rude or if Mitch just didn't like the look of him, but Scott walks in just as Mitch says "It's so nice of you to agree to date Scott even with, you know, the thing."
"The thing?"
Mitch gives an exaggerated grimace and waves his hand in a vague circle. "The, like, the test results."
Scott and John do go out that night. But dinner is awkward and stilted and no one's invited back to anyone else's place.
"That was fucking mean," Scott say when he gets home. At nine-fucking-thirty. PM.
Mitch just looks at him and then turns back to his Netflix. "Anyone who isn't interested just because of an unknown test result is the one that's fucking mean."
Scott hates when Mitch has a point.
Antoine
Something about Antoine just rubs Scott the wrong way. He's handsome, Scott will give him that. And he's polite and his accent is attractive. But he stares at Mitch's ass just a little too hard. And he's a little too smarmy when he flirts. And his hair flops into a disheveled but precisely curled mop just a little too easily.
