Mishy (Scomiche)

Chapter Eight

A little Mishy update. Hope this is everything you wanted in the chapter, and I hope you all comment a lot and a lot! ( I really love comments)

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Scott doesn't make dinner. He postmates something instead. He tells Mitch to pick whatever he wants and presses kisses to his cheek as they snuggle on the couch. He orders Bailey a kid's spaghetti instead, knows it's one of her favorites, and she won't be disappointed.

Eventually Scott has to pull his arms away from Mitch, pauses the movie they had started watching. He was barely paying attention, if he's being honest, trying to memorize how Mitch felt against him, instead. He grabs the door, and thanks the delivery guy, blows a kiss to Mitch on his way to the kitchen, earns a quiet giggle from him.

"Buttercup, it's dinner time!"

Mitch helps set the table as Scott pulls their meals out, starts dishing food onto plates. Bailey sits excitedly in her seat, gasps when she sees the spaghetti and swings her legs happily.

"Thank you, Dada." She grabs the fork Mitch offers her, "thank you, Mishy."

They settle into a comfortable silence, Bailey saying grace before she digs into her "s'ghetti". They all talk quietly, about cartoons, friends - Bailey met another little girl at the park the other day, and she can't wait to see her there again when Mitch takes her.

Bailey eats a good portion of her spaghetti, gets the pasta sauce all over her mouth, and her dad helps her wash up. They all settle down to watch some cartoons, Mitch and Scott sipping some wine while Bailey chugs down a juicebox. Eventually her eyes start drooping, and she begs Mitchy to read her a bedtime story. He promises to read to her, but says he'll only do it if Scott helps him tuck her in.

The three head to her room, and she gets all dressed in her pajamas. Mitch starts reading her some story about princesses, and Scott sits closely next to him on her tiny bed. Mitch finishes, says, "good night," and starts putting the book back on its shelf as Scott kisses her forehead. She's still awake but her eyes are dropped. Mitch heads out of the room but pauses by the door when Bailey calls for her dad. He gives them privacy, makes his way into the hall.

"I love Mishy," she slurs, sleep blending her words together. Scott smiles softly at her, brushes a loose hair out of her face.

"I bet he loves you too, Buttercup."

There's a pause, and Scott thinks she must have fallen asleep until she asks, "do you love Mishy?"

Scott swallows, feels his cheeks heating up. She means it in the most simple way, in the way she loves. She's asking if he loves Mitch the way that he loves her, the way she loves her nanny, and Kirstin. And sure, he does. He values Mitch's friendship and help so much, and he loves him for the way he treats his daughter.

But then there's the other ways he could love Mitch, and it has him flustered just beginning to think about it.

"It's not so simple," Scott runs a hand through his hair. "You need to sleep, buttercup."

Bailey frowns, starts turning and grabs her Nemo to cuddle. "But do you love Mishy?"

Scott sighs, presses a kiss to her forehead. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Nigh', Dada."

He stands, switches off her bedroom light. Only her night light glows softly. "Good night, Buttercup."

He leaves, shuts her door quietly and startles when he notices Mitch standing a few feet away.

"Hey, Mitchy."

He smiles softly at Scott, "hi." Mitch moves forward, stands right in Scott's space, and it has Scott's hands reaching for him, settling on his hips. Scott isn't sure where this desire to constantly be touching Mitch came from, but he isn't complaining if Mitch is okay with the contact.

Scott leans forward as he pulls Mitch closer, presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. "It's been a long day."

"You're right." Mitch sighs leans back in Scott's hold to gaze up at him. "Maybe I should get going?"

Scott lets a whine loose from the back of his throat, his fingers digging into Mitch's skin gently, anchoring him to the spot on his embrace.

"Or maybe not," he pouts, leans closer to nuzzle his head into the crook of Mitch's neck, presses his lips to the skin there. He starts walking, pushing a Mitch toward his bedroom. "C'mon, just cuddle for a little bit."

"Scott," Mitch giggles softly, his hands settling on his shoulders. "It's getting late."

"Please, Mitchy?" He stops them outside his door, has him crowded in front of it. A hand cups Mitch's jaw, his thumb brushing against his cheek. "Just for a little, baby?"

Mitch gnaws on his lip, nods with a quiet, "for a little," and lets himself be led into Scott's bedroom.

Mitch glances around the room a bit, watches Scott sit himself down on the bed.

"You okay, Mitchy?"

"Yeah, I just-" he takes a nervous step forward, "never thought I'd be in here."

Scott gives a him a gentle smile, the corner of his eyes softening and his brows relaxing. His hands reach out, grab for Mitch who is just far enough away that he is unable to make contact. "Mitchy," he whines, "come here. Cuddle me, baby."

Mitch's cheeks are pink when he steps forward into Scott's arms, lets himself be pulled onto the bed.

For a bit, they just lay next to each other, hands nervously exploring clothed skin. Eventually Scott gets a little brave again, kisses Mitch softly, slowly. They grip each other close as their mouths slot together and their tongues explore. It feels like they're memorizing each other and it's what Scott has missed the most about kissing, about relationships.

Eventually, kisses turn to just gentle brushes of lips, Scott's mouth pressing into Mitch's collarbone. His hands are wrapped around his small middle, fingers pressing into his back as he nuzzles into Mitch's neck. He smells good, Scott thinks, wants to inhale his scent and memorize that too.

The night is quiet, and eventually Mitch's eyes are drooping, slipping shut as Scott pushes his face affectionately into his skin.

Mitch moves in his arms, forces Scott's head away from his neck for a moment as he turns so that his back is pressed flush against Scott's chest. They're spooning now, and Scott presses another kiss to the back of Mitch's neck before he just presses his face there, rubs his nose into his warm skin.

His grip tightens around Mitch's waist, and he sleeps with the beautiful boy in his arms, hopes that this won't be the only time he gets to hold him in his bed.