Scömìche One-Shots

I can't lose you (Pt. 2)

I'm not going to go into full detail about this... but Zinx and I broke up. I am fully to blame here, it was all me. I'm just confused. She is amazing, but I'm still questioning myself, and I'm not ready to be in a relationship.

I'm also scared of commitment.

Thanks so much for 6k reads.

Dedicated to: PTXPentaholic_99 & Catching_Dreamers

"Don't worry Scott, go have fun with Avi and Kevin. My bachelor party already passed anyway, and I'll be fine," Mitch reassured Scott. Scott was still reluctant to leave Mitch all alone. Mitch sighed. Scott was always so stubborn about these things.

"But I'm gonna be out partying and you'll be working the night shift at the hospital. That doesn't seem fair," Scott insisted. Mitch had the night shift at the hospital to make up for the hours he was going to miss on his wedding day, which was the next day. It made perfect sense to Mitch that Scott join Jeremy, Avi, and Kevin for his bachelor party, yet Scott wanted to spend time with him. Mitch was flattered, really.

Mitch kneeled down to tie his white tennis shoes. Neither of them said a word while they waited for Mitch to finish with his laces. He grabbed his tie from it's hook and began putting it on. He struggled a bit, and Scott stepped forward eagerly to help him. Scott tied it expertly and left his hands on Mitch's chest, pretending to smooth out the collar of Mitch's gray shirt. Mitch kept his eyes on Scott the entire time. 

Scott leaned down slowly and kissed Mitch softly. The kiss lasted a few moments, before Mitch pushed him away. "I'm going to be late. You're already all dressed up," Mitch said, gesturing to Scott's outfit, which in his opinion, was on point. "You might as well go. I'll see you at the alter."

"Bye baby," Scott said, puckering his lips. Mitch giggled at how cute he looked and pecked him lightly. Scott scowled.

"Don't I get a longer kiss?" He demanded. Mitch shook his head and tried to run to the door. Scott reached forward and caught him by the waist. "I don't get to see you at all until the ceremony."

"Scott!" Mitch squealed, trying to get away from the larger man's grasp. "Let me go, right now." He warned. Scott laughed, not deterred in the least. He grabbed Mitch's shoulder and turned him around. He pushed Mitch against the wall and placed his hands on the wall on either side of Mitch's head. He pressed his lips to the hollow at the base of Mitch's throat and kissed it lightly. He moved his head up slowly, travelling upwards. He gave Mitch a small love bite and smirked as he heard Mitch moan.

"But you must be on your way, and I do too. Bye babe. Love you," Scott said and winked. He picked up his keys and cell phone and exited the room. Mitch stood there, gaping after him. He picked up his keys and began to exit the room as well, when he stopped dead in his tracks. They had a small mirror in their hallway, which they used when they were ready to leave and had to make sure they looked alright. He put his head back slowly and gasped at the mark on his neck. Son of a bitch... He thought crossly as he exited the house, shaking his head.

-

 Mitch straightened out his bow tie in the mirror and began fixing his hair again. Kirstie grabbed his arm sternly. "Leave it. It looks fine," She promised. The two were currently at Kirstie's house where he had gone after his shift, because Kirstie had insisted that they follow tradition and Mitch wasn not to see Scott until he walked down the aisle. After lots of discussion, it was concluded that Mitch would walk down the aisle. They didn't want to complicate things. Apart from being gay, they wanted to do all the traditional wedding things.

Kirstie looked stunning in her beautiful silver bridesmaid dress, with a navy blue sash around her midriff. It was floorlength with thin straps, and her hair was curled. "Have I told you that you look beautiful, girl?" Mitch said, admiring her. She rolled her eyes but blushed.

"Yes, moron. You told me when I finished getting ready. Thank you again though," She said, giving Mitch her award winning smile. "You look very cute."

Mitch grinned and looked at himself in her floor length mirror again, doing a few poses. The color coordination was blue and silver, the colors chosen by their wedding planner. She had said that plain black suits was 'just too ordinary' for them, and neither of them had objected.  He was wearing a silver-grayish suit, with black dress shoes. He had a white dress shirt on, and over that a navy blue vest, which was underneath his blazer. His bow tie was silver as well. 

"Thanks, Kirst," He said, grinning.

-

"Dad! Help me!" Scott yelled. His white dress shirt was half buttoned on, and his hair was still disheveled.  He sighed and ran into his room, throwing his drawer open. He searched furiously for them, but they weren't there.

"What is it, son?" Richard Hoying, his father, asked him. He had been watching tv in Scott and Mitch's living room, waiting for Scott to get ready so they could get to the chapel. Scott was being restless.

"I can't find my contact lenses!" Scott said, panicking. He  ran back to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He rummaged through it's contents, nearly screaming in frustration when he he didn't find his contact lense. His dad sighed and picked up Scott's black glasses from teh bedside table.

"Son, why don't you just wear your glasses?" Richard asked.

"You don't understand! I look nerdy with my glasses on! i can't wear them!" Scott exclaimed. His dad sighed. 

"Fine. Just hurry up and get ready. We have to be at the church in 20 minutes because the ceremony is starting soon," He said. Scott nodded and began fixing his hair, grabbing a glob of gel from it's container next to the sink.

-

The wedding music started and Mitch paced the room quickly. His dad was standing in the doorway, waiting to walk him down the aisle. Mitch took deep breaths. I can do this, He thought. "Mitch, it's time for you to go," Kirstie called into the room. 

"Ready, son?" Mitch's dad asked.

"Yes Mike," Mitch said teasingly.

"Please, call me dad," Mitch's dad said with a laugh.

"Okay Mike," Mitch said. They gave each other matching grins and burst out laughing. His dad extended his arm out and Mitch took it, ready to walk down the aisle and be linked to Scott for the rest of his life.

He began walking down the aisle with his dad by his side, and everyone's eyes were on him. Ryan. Jeremy. Darian. Everyone. He looked at the front of the room, where the preach was standing. Scott was to his left, and his mom, Kirstie, and Esther to his right. Standing behind Scott was his dad, Kevin, and Avi. Mitch's dad would join them shortly.

As Mitch walked down the aisle, he saw Scott facing him and he appeared to be looking at him, but Mitch tried to meet his eyes yet Scott's eyes kept darting around. Mitch narrowed his eyes as they finally approached the front of the room. Scott held his hand out and Mike placed Mitch's hand in his clasp. Mitch leaned forward and gave his dad a kiss on the cheek.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this man in holy Matrimony..." The priest began. he started his speech, but Mitch could only focus on Scott who was staring at him, but not meeting his eyes. What was wrong with him? Mitch looked closer and realization hit him. Scott's eyes weren't as glassy as usual. He wasn't wearing his contacts, and of course he didn't want to wear his glasses. 

"Do you, Scott Richard Hoying, take Mitch Coby Michael Grassi to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer until death do your part?"

"I do," Scott said, giving Mitch's hand a small squeeze.

"Do you, Mitch Coby Michael Grassi, take Scott Richard Hoying to be your lawfully wedded hudband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer until death do your part?"

"I do," Mitch responded, love dripping from his voice. He loved Scott, and being his permanently made him practically explode his joy. 

"You may now kiss your husband," The priest said. Scott leaned down cautiously, and Mitch pulled Scott's face down to his height. Right before their lips met, Mitch whispered, "Not wearing your glasses was a stupid idea."

So yeah this is a thing

(unedited)

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