Happy Birthday, Scotty

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It was Scott's birthday and Mitch was excited. He woke up to find Scott sleeping next to him like always. His back was turned, but Mitch didn't mind. In fact, he liked watching the gentle movement of Scott's shoulder as he steadily breathed and mapping out all the light freckles that laid there.

Mitch decided to wake Scott up to tell him happy birthday, since he was too excited to wait for Scott to wake up on his own. He sat up and scooted over until he was sitting right behind Scott. He shifted to his knees and leaned over Scott's shoulder to kiss his cheek. He lingered there until he felt Scott move, and then he pulled away.

"Happy birthday, baby," Mitch said softly. Scott hummed and rolled to his back to look up at Mitch. "Thank you sweetheart," he mumbled. Mitch then threw one of his legs over Scott's waist to straddle and be above him, leaning down to kiss him. As he was doing so, Scott draped his arms around Mitch's neck and kissed him back.

When they pulled apart, it only lasted for a few seconds before Mitch came down to kiss Scott again. Scott cupped the side of Mitch's face with one hand and kissed him, moving his other hand down to Mitch's back and bringing the one cupping his face down to his back to run both up and down it. He knew that it was his birthday and they should probably go out for breakfast or something, but all he really wanted to do was cuddle with his boyfriend in bed.

"Babe, we should do something for your birthday," Mitch suggested. "Like what?" Scott asked. "I don't know. It's your birthday," Mitch said. Scott thought about it for a bit. "Maybe we could go out and get Starbucks and then go shopping. Then maybe tonight we could go to the club and I could have a small party." "Whatever you want, hon," Mitch replied.

Scott untangled his arms from Mitch and went to go take a shower and get ready. He took a quick shower and found an outfit to wear for the day. He settled on a solid white tank top and black jeans with a denim jacket and black boots. He fixed his hair in the mirror before finishing up and letting Mitch have the bathroom.

When he came out into their bedroom, Mitch looked over at him. "Wow, you look hot," he commented. Scott giggled and blushed a little bit. "Thank you, baby. Now go get yourself ready. I'm sure you'll look better." "Oh I know I will," Mitch teased. Scott just laughed and rolled his eyes before grabbing his phone and heading downstairs.

Mitch took a shower and applied a little bit of makeup before finding an outfit for himself. He picked out a white t-shirt with high waisted jeans and a black vest. He put them on and tucked the shirt into the jeans before putting on the vest and some shoes. He fixed his hair and grabbed his phone as he walked downstairs.

When he got there, Scott looked up and immediately smiled at him. "Wow," he said. Mitch smiled back at Scott and did a playful twirl. "I know I'm fabulous," he said as he walked to the door and opened it. Scott grabbed the keys and locked the door. They got in the car and drove to Starbucks. When they got there, they walked hand in hand up to the building and Scott opened the door for Mitch. "Thank you," Mitch said as he walked in, Scott following behind.

They ordered their drinks and breakfast pastries and found a table, turning it into a little coffee date. After they had finished their drinks, they drove to the mall to get Scott some new clothes. Not that he needed any, but it was his birthday, so they interpreted it as a little gift for him.

They both visited their favorite stores and bought new things to wear. Scott bought a few jackets, shirts, and sweaters while Mitch bought shirts, pants, jackets, shoes, everything.

They went back home and unloaded all the new clothes. Then they watched a few movies and cuddled on the couch. A few hours later, it was time for them to go to the club to celebrate Scott's birthday. Scott and Mitch texted the rest of Pentatonix and some of their friends before getting ready. Scott changed his shirt to a solid black tank top and switched to a bomber jacket. Mitch changed to a floral shirt with blue jeans.

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