The English Paper (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Touch Him & I'll Bite You

Scott's POV

I'd been lying in bed with Mitch all day, which was pretty perfect. He wasn't as shy as he was when we first started dating, and I liked it. Whenever we cuddled, he always wraps his legs around mine first,  and he always nestles his head in my chest. I always pull him closer, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back. He always blushed when I said something about his boldness, but never stopped doing it. In fact, sometimes he made sassy remarks that made me blush.

God, we were perfect.

He was perfect.

And I was pleasantly surprised when Mitch actually wanted to go to Travis' party. It was pretty adorable that he said he didn't know "how" to party, but I'd teach him.

Tonight was literally going to be the fucking icing on the cake from this perfect weekend.

The party started at 8, so at 7 I gently shook Mitch awake.

"Babe? Party's in an hour," I said softly.

"An hour?" He cried. "I need more time to get ready!"

I laughed; Mitch was such a cute diva.

"You'll look perfect no matter what," I was tired of kissing everything but his lips. So, awkwardly scooching farther below the covers, I tilted Mitch's head up with my right index finger and planted one right on his lips.

They were warm and inviting; I felt like I was kissing Ashton Kutcher. And, frankly, Mitch was my Ashton Kutcher. I deepened the kiss and our tongues danced around each other with the smoothness of butter. I felt like his lips were my new drugs, and I never wanted to stop kissing him. Even Mitch's tongue was sassy, flittering around my mouth like a hummingbird.

"You're hot," Mitch murmured against my mouth. "But I should get ready."

"I feel like it's been forever since I've felt your lips though, Mitchie," I whined.

Mitch pulled away from the kiss completely, and giggled. He was blushing furiously and could barely look me in the eye.

"I-I-um, I missed your mouth too, Scottie," He mumbled, embarrassed.

"Let's get ready, shall we?" I tossed the blankets aside and picked Mitch up, bridal style.

"S-stop!" He laughed, trying to wriggle out of my grip.

"Never!" I cried fake-menacingly. Swinging in circles, I flopped him onto the couch, pecking him on the lips before going to the dresser across the room.

"Whatcha gonna wear?" I pulled the door open.

"I don't know, formal or casual?" He asked.

"It's a party," I said.

"Shut up, I'm new to the whole party thing. So... formal or casual hot shot?" Mitch retorted.

Oh, how I loved his sassy comments.

"Casually nice," I said awkwardly. I wasn't use to explaining what to wear to a party- I just put something on and it seemed to work fine for me.

"You're no help," He laughed. "But I want those jeans you wore on the first day of school and that green shirt over there, two from the left."

"Well, well, well, looks like someone's a bit of a princess, now isn't he?" I tossed the clothes over to the couch.

"And you love it," He winked. I grabbed a pair of white skinny jeans and an oversized, red, long-sleeved shirt.

A few moments later, I turned around. Mitch looked absolutely adorable in my clothes. The jeans were a little too long for him considering our 5 inch height difference, so they were rolled up- still totally. shitting. cute.