A/N: Whenever Scott and Mitch are in New York, things change between them. For once, they're free to be who they want to be.
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New York is big, bright, open. You can love who you want, they say. And really, whenever they're in New York, things change. It's weird, they live together, they spend pretty much every second with each other but nothing they do or feel while they're in LA can compare to New York.
New York opens new doors. Opportunities. In their case, both personally and professionally.
Scott and Mitch have been here for a couple of days already, they've met up with some amazing songwriters to create amazing songs, write them, arrange them, they've even tried to record some demo tracks even though the concept wasn't entirely thought-through yet. Scott of course pushed Mitch into the recording booth, insisting on his idea that he allegedly had a prettier voice (which is not true to Mitch) and made him record the demo. Mitch did, but he still thinks Scott's voice is way more beautiful, but we're not here to argue about that.
Mitch is on his hotel bed scrolling through his phone. He just got out of the shower so his hair is still damp. The wooden headboard is pretty hard against his back, so with the help of a pillow behind his back he's just trying to get as comfortable as he can in their temporary home thousands of miles away from their house in LA.
Scott opens the door and comes out of the bathroom, heading straight towards Mitch. Once again, they're sharing a room, like they always do. They just find it's very calming to know your best friend is right next to you when you need him at night, and it makes them feel more at ease. Mitch looks up from his phone curiously, seeing the blonde boy lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, plopping down next to him.
"What'cha doing, sweetheart?"
"Nothing, just going through Twitter." He turns his phone off, putting it next to him. "It's already six, what do you want to have for dinner? Should we have something postmated or do you wanna go out?"
Scott shakes his head. "You know how that works, Mitchy. There are going to be so many rumors and melt downs if we're spotted together on a date."
Mitch snorts. "It's not a date, stupid."
"It is if we call it that." Scott shrugs, making Mitch huff.
"Fuck labels."
"That's what we do anyways." He puts his hand on the back of Mitch's head, bringing his face closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. He doesn't quite dare to kiss him on the lips just yet, it's not like they've never done it, it's just... he feels like Mitch's lips are reserved just for special occasions.
"I know..." Mitch says shyly. Scott knows that he's affected by that little kiss, and it makes him smile and blush, too. "I guess we're just... undefined?"
"We are. Hey, that's a good song lyrics, by the way, keep that in mind."
Mitch chuckles. "I will."
"But, to answer your question, I'd rather have something delivered. Is that okay?"
"Yes, sir," Mitch just nods cutely, giggling. "What do you want?"
"What do you want, princess? You recorded a demo track today, you deserve to get whatever you want."
