Scomiche Love Scenes.

One Lean-in Too Many

 

A/N: Feedback would mean a lot to me. So would reads and votes. Also, please take it easy on me, it's my first time writing fanfic.

Scott's POV

It was a Tuesday like any other, Mitch and I were filiming our weekly episode of Superfruit and it was time to comment on comments. A personal favorite of mine. I started to scroll through my phone, checking out our comments on previous videos, and trying to find a random one to read. Next to me, I listened to Mitch read a few off of his phone, only looking up to give my two cents about whatever he just read. I looked back down and started to continue scrolling when I came across one comment inpricticular that very much excited me.

Mitch glanced over to me with his beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that were a part of an angel's face. The angel face of course belonged to a man that wasn't mine that I wanted so badly it physically hurt my chest to even think about it. He patiently waited for me to start reading. I tried to control the shaking of my hand as I lifted the phone to my face and read the comment on the screen loudly.

"JUST KISS EACOTHER ALREADY!" I heard myself blurt out in a cool, collected voice that didn't feel like it was mine, but it was. I turn to Mitch, who just sort of shurgs, and leans into me. I feel my eyes slam shut, my torso move foward to meet him in the middle, and his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. The air suddenly feels thinner and higher in temperature as I reach my hand over to grab his. 

Our lips finally met and I couldn't have been happier. They fit perfectly together, as if we weren't ever meant to kiss anybody other than eachother. After about a good five seconds and I mean, a really good five seconds our lips start to melt together and our bodies move closer to each other. This specifically was proving itself to be some sort of miracle because there was virually no space between us in the first place. Suddenly I realize that we had left the camera rolling and start to laugh, which causes Mitch to pull away. 

"What? Was it really that bad?" He asked concerned. A look of terror suddenly drapped over his face.  I give him a look of reassurance and jump up to turn off the camera. 

"No, not at all. Nothing bad about that." I chuckle, and give him a flirtatious grin, which he returns. After he realizes what I was doing, he too starts to laugh. I join him back on the couch and he reaches for my hand. Intertwining his fingers with mine. 

"We're totally editing that out." He giggles with his adorable giggle. 

"Oh deffinietly." I lift his hand to my lips, and kiss it quickly several times. He looks at me in an unframilliar way that felt almost comforting before letting out a silent, airy: "I love you Scott." 

I returned his look of love and comfort. "I love you Mitch." I respond. We slam our lips together once more, and kiss for what feels like only a few short, blissful seconds. When we finally pull apart, Mitch sprawls himself out on the couch, using my lap as a pillow, I rest my hand on his chest which he grabs and holds on to. I look out the window to my left and see the sun start to drift behind some trees. Thinking about how I will forever be in the debt of the random Superfruit fan who posted that comment.