Mishy (Scomiche)

Chapter Nine

I am so sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I've been on vacation with my family, and then I had to move in to my dorm and do a bunch of orientation stuff, so my time to work on this, let alone anything, has been extremely limited. I hope this was worth the wait!!

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Scott wakes up to his incessant alarm, groans quietly at the noise. With eyes still closed, he shifts to turn it off, wanting to snuggle into the warmth around him rather than wake up and actually function.

He pushes his face into his pillow, nuzzles into it as his alarm blares - and then his pillow groans.

Scott freezes when he feels the warmth next to him shift, and then a familiar voice begs, "turn it off."

He unwraps his arms from around Mitch's warm body, turning off his alarm and rubbing at his eyes.

"Come back," Mitch whispers.

"I have work, Mitchy."

Mitch laughs softly, "me too."

Scott slides back over Mitch, hands resting on his slender hips before he pulls him close, turns him so he can look into his pretty brown eyes. He leans forward naturally, presses his lips gently to Mitch's nose.

"We've got to get up, baby."

Mitch sighs, "I know."

"Bailey will be up any second."

"I know. One last kiss?" Mitch smiles, puckers up playfully.

Scott gives him a sloppy exaggerated peck on the lips before he sits up, starts rummaging through his dresser for a suitable outfit for the day.

Mitch sighs and stands, too.

"I have no clothes and no time to run home." He rubs at his face. "I don't even have a toothbrush."

"I have an extra toothbrush, if you want it."

"Oh, please?"

They both get ready. Scott gets Mitch the extra toothbrush, as promised, and then pulls some clothes from his closet for Mitch. They had been buried in the back, clothes that were a size or two too small from his, uh, skinnier days. They still completely swallow Mitch's tiny form, drowning him in the oversized clothing. He only takes a shirt, opts to wear his pants from the night before. Seeing Mitch in his clothes honestly has Scott wanting to undress him, and he's a little ashamed of how badly he wants him.

He shakes out of that thought, pulling a blazer over his white shirt. He runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to style it and sends a sweet smile to Mitch.

"You should head to the living room - you know, before Bailey wakes up."

Mitch nods, slips out of Scott's bedroom.

He lets his shoulders relax, hadn't realized how tense he had gotten just thinking about Bailey walking in on them in his bedroom.

He puffs a breath of air out, makes his way to Bailey's room and smiles when he notices she's already up, making her bed to the best of her ability.

"Hey buttercup," he greets, accepts the hug she offers when she turns around.

"G'morning Dada!"

"Ready to get changed? I'll help you pick out an outfit." They get her settled into a comfy sweater and some colorful leggings, and then Scott brushes through her hair. She begs him to braid it, and he sighs and admits he can't because he doesn't know how. She seems a bit upset when he just ties it into a little ponytail, but he distracts her when he asks her to brush her teeth.