A/N: We always try to find an excuse to kiss so we end up kissing for random things that don't need a kiss but we both say it has to be and we don't want to admit that we just want to kiss
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"Mitchy!" Scott called from the Superfruit room. He's been in there for a good while, trying to figure out the new video editing software he got the other day.
Mitch, his best friend, came into the room, raising his eyebrows in question. "What?"
Scott smiled proudly like a little kid. "I finished editing our new video," he said. "Can I get a kiss?"
"Why do you need a kiss for that?" Mitch laughed but approached the blonde. He stood behind his chair, hugging him from behind and kissing the top of his head. "Like that?"
"No." Scott turned around in his swivel chair. "Can I get a real kiss?"
Mitch knew exactly that there's no reason to kiss his best friend on the lips. But he found himself nodding anyways, leaning in until their lips touched for a brief second before he pulled away again, his cheeks heating up.
"There you go, sweetheart." He smiled softly before he rushed back out of the room, leaving Scott with his heart skipping a beat and a wide smile on his face.
The second time it happened was not long after. They're both sitting on their couch in the living room, Mitch had his head resting against Scott's shoulder and was sipping his red wine while Scott had a glass of vodka soda in his hand.
"Bet I can drink this whole thing in one go?"
"Scott..." Mitch giggled. "Don't be silly. That's like, a whole glass."
"I know. Watch me."
He put the glass up to his lips, taking a deep breath before he chugged the drink, grinning afterwards. "I did it!"
Mitch rolled his eyes playfully but laughed. "Congrats, you did it."
"Do I get a kiss?"
Mitch didn't even ask why this time. He didn't know why, and frankly, he didn't want to know. Maybe Scott was just being needy for physical attention, but as long as he got to kiss the beautiful man next to him, it didn't matter. All Mitch knew was that he wanted to kiss Scott, so he did, throwing his arms around the boy's neck and pressing his lips against Scott, sighing into the kiss. Scott tasted a lot like alcohol, but that didn't bother Mitch at all. He was just happy he's on the receiving end of Scott's affection.
The third time it happened, it felt the most natural.
It was almost Christmas, and Mitch has spent the whole day in the kitchen attempting to bake Christmas cookies. They didn't turn out perfectly, they were a little too dark around the edges but when Mitch opened the oven to take the baking sheet out, he was very pleased with the soft scent of orange and vanilla and melted chocolate. It smelled heavenly.
"Smells delicious." He heard and turned around to see that Scott just entered the kitchen. Mitch gave him a warm smile.
"I haven't tried them yet, but do you want some?"
Scott's eyes lit up like a little kid's on Christmas. "Yes please!"
He walked towards where Mitch was standing, taking one cookie from the tray. It was still warm, but not hot enough to burn his fingers.
"Thanks, babe." He leaned in to leave a soft peck on Mitch's lips as if this was the most natural thing for them to do. And it did feel that way. The warmth of Scott's lips had become an all too familiar addiction to Mitch which he couldn't quite comprehend. Scott was still his best friend, and nothing would ever change that, but... The kisses have become quite frequent and random, so... What if this wasn't just Scott being needy?
