Letterman (Scomiche)

Angel

Just some soft little snow-day fun for these boys!

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"Scott Hoying, don't you dare," Mitch warns. He's standing across the yard from Scott, shoveling by the mailbox while Scott was clearing off the porch and stairs. When he'd turned around, Scott was found in the white-covered grass, a ball of snow held in his hand and his arm at the ready. "Do not."

"Sorry, Mitchy," Scott smirks, throwing the snowball ball with perfect aim and hitting Mitch right in the chest.

"Scott!" Mitch screeches, body tense as he hurriedly brushes the snow off him. He glares at Scott, bending down to scoop up snow and form it into a packed ball. He launches it, aims for Scott's big frame, but he's no quarterback and Scott easily dodges the poorly-aimed snowball.

"Nice try, baby." Scott smirks, holding up another snowball Mitch hadn't realized he'd even had.

"Don't!" Mitch squeals, running from his spot as Scott takes aim, leaving footprints in the snowy yard.

"Come here, Mitchy!" Scott taunts, scooping up snowballs and chasing Mitch. He doesn't hit Mitch again, isn't really trying to.

Mitch makes the mistake of leaning down to scoop up some snow himself, and that's when Scott gets him.

Scott wraps his arms around Mitch when he turns around, lifting him up and laughing when Mitch screams wildly, flailing.

"Oh my god!" Mitch squeals. He feels them going down and he's kicking around as they land softly (intentionally on Scott's part) on the ground, Mitch laying on top of Scott.

Scott is smiling brightly, teeth white enough to rival the snow all around them.

"Let's make snow angels," Scott whispers, hands settled securely on Mitch's hips. Mitch smiles, reaches up to play with Scott's soft hair, dusted with snow.

"I've already got an angel," Mitch hums. "And he's pretty snowy."

Mitch thinks he sees Scott's cheeks redden deeper, a  bashful (and adorable) smile taking over his features.

"Mitchy," Scott says. "You're the angel."

"Nah," Mitch smirks, bringing his hands slowly above Scott. "I'm definitely a demon." He laughs then, dropping handfuls of snow into Scott's face before hopping up off the ground and squeaking excitedly as he runs away. He gets away before turning back, watching as Scott wipes cold snow off his face and pushes himself up.

He's got a devilish glint in his eyes as he smirks, says lowly, "oh, you're gonna get it, Grassi."