Scömìche One-Shots

Reader/Writer Collaborative One Shot

So this happened.

Remember, you only have to find your word once!

"Scott? Can you come here for a sec?" Mitch called innocently from the living room. Scott walked in, munching on a bag of candy. He had a pair of black basketball shorts on and a white t shirt with a puggle on it. Mitch bit his lip and eyed him hungrily. Scott saw the look on Mitch's face and smirked, licking his lips to make them moist.

"What's up? Feeling a little," Scott walked over to Mitch and leaned over him, hovering over his lips. "Hungry?" Mitch blushed and looked away, but Scott stayed there in his place. Scott placed a skittle on his tongue and leaned down to kiss Mitch. Mitch saw the skittle and tried to take it from Scott's mouth, but as their kiss grew deeper, the skittle remained in Scott's mouth. Scott pulled back and swallowed the candy. 

"I wouldn't want you choking," Mitch said seductively. "On the skittle, at least." Scott's eyes widened, but he smiled suggestively. 

"Are you sure you want me choking on your dick? Wouldn't you rather have my c-" Mitch threw his hands up. 

"Scott, do not use explicit words! Do you want me to- y'know- before we even have a little fun?" Mitch asked, and Scott nodded thoughtfully. He climbed onto Mitch and straddled his hips, being careful not to squish him. 

"Alright, let's try this again," Scott said. "Do you want me to put my banana in your butthole?" Mitch snorted and burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. Scott scowled as he watched the giggling man beneath him. 

"What's so funny, punk?" Scott asked in an attempt to sound tough. Mitch burst out laughing again, much to Scott's annoyance. In Mitch's defense, Scott was being ridiculous. Scott placed his hands on Mitch's stomach and Mitch's eyes widened as he realized what Scott was about to do. 

"Scott Hoying, don't you dare-" Scott began tickling him, moving his hands on all the places he knew Mitch was the most ticklish. Mitch screeched and began giggling furiously, trying to push Scott's hands away. He writhed and struggled to no avail. Finally, Scott decided Mitch had had enough and stood up, letting Mitch breathe for a little bit. Mitch stood up and crossed his arms.

"I hate you. I hope you get eaten by a werewolf," Mitch said in a haughty tone. 

"Werewolves aren't real, smart one," Scott said matter-of-factly. Mitch rolled his eyes. 

"Whatever. A goat," Mitch said. Scott opened his mouth to protest about Mitch's choice of animals but Mitch raised his finger.

"Ah ah ah. Say one more thing and I'm not letting you fuck me for the next week," Mitch said. Scott gaped at him. 

"You were underneath me just now, practically begging-"

"Yeah, that's before you started being stupid. For today, at least," Mitch said. "Right now you are being as unpleasant as asparagus," Mitch said, and Scott stood up, picking up his bag of candy and sauntering back to his room. 

"Hey babe, before you go, can I have some skittles?" Mitch asked, and Scott walked back over ot Mitch, setting the bag down in Mitch's extended hands. Mitch squeezed the bag and gasped. 

"There is nothing in here!" Mitch exclaimed, clearly upset.

"I know," Scott said, smirking. "That's what you get for getting my hopes up."

"I know you, and I can assure you that you didn't buy only one bag of skittles, fatass. You'd better share, or I will pillage through all of your stuff," Mitch said warningly, and Scott walked back towards his room slowly.

"The amount of cockalorum that radiates off of you is hilarious," Scott said as he continued to back away.

Mitch raised an eyebrow and Scott ran to his room. Mitch heard the door lock. Mitch huffed and stomped over to Scott's door. He knocked once, and heard Scott laugh from the other side. Or it seemed like a laugh, considering it sounded like his mouth was stuffed with the fruit flavored candy.

"I hope your room gets infested with cockroaches!" Mitch called from the other side of the door. No response. Mitch walked back into the living room and felt the earlier feeling creep back into him. He bit his lip and looked at Scott door. He wanted Scott, he really wanted him, but if Scott knew how desperate Mitch was feeling, Scott would just tease him even more.

And Mitch was not having that. 

Mitch reached down and undid the button on his pants, and then the zipper. He pulled down his skinny jeans as quickly as he could and looked down at the growing bulge. He took off his shirt and sat dwn on the couch. Wyatt jumped on top of him and landed on Mitch in that spot. Mitch squeaked and gingerly picked up the sphynx, setting him aside. The cat looked up at him in annoyance and Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Go away you miniature elephant," Mitch said, and Wyatt padded away into the kitchen. Mitch took a few deep breaths. He had two options. He could:

A) Take care of himself.

B) Wait for Scott to come back and help him.

Option B was his frst choice, but if it had to come down to option A then so be it. He took out his phone and tried to divert himself from the growing problem in his boxers. He admired his phone case for a little bit. A fan had given it to him, and it said things like 'queen' and 'swag' and 'fabulous.' I am obsessed with this case, He thought fondly.

He opened twitter and gasped as he saw an absolutely morbid picture. He had left his phone on the superfruit account, where they followed fans. One of their fans had tweeted them a rather unnattractive picture, of an... exposed elderly man. 

"Everything's so saggy," Mitch whispered in disgust. He read the caption. 

'@SUP3RFRUIT this picture is #fcute, wouldn't you guys say? ' Mitch set his phone aside and shook his head. He looked down and saw that his problem was completley taken care of. Scott walked back into the living room and did a double take when he saw Mitch 3/4ths of the way naked. 

Oh brother, Mitch thought. Scott walked over to Mitch, looked down, and then looked back up. "Did you have something in mind?" Scott asked. Mitch shook his head.

"Whoaa, calm down panther. I was waiting for you to paint me like one of your latino boys," Mitch said, and Scott looked confused. Mitch laughed at Scott's facial expression. 

"So no action for today?" Scott asked sadly. Mitch tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, if you can get me worked up again," Mitch said, winking. They both moved towards each other at the same time, almost like gravity. Scott kissed Mitch hungrily, and Mitch smiled against the lustful kiss.

Okay first of all you guys are more than welcome to tell me what a big pile of shit this was literally what

ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE VIDEO OF MITCH DANCING TO BREAK FREE BY ARIANA GRANDE AT HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY IN A CLUB

I HAVE WATCHED THAT VIDEO 674930 TIMES

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