Scomiche Oneshots

Chapter 1

POV Mitch

My eyes opened slightly to take in my surroundings. Though it was very dark and the middle of the night, I could tell I wasn't in my room. My brow arched in confusion. I rolled over and saw Scott sleeping peacefully right next to me. I guess I was in his room now? He quietly breathed in and out, his chest going up and down. I smiled at the beautiful sight before me and combed some hairs out of his face with my fingers.

Then I realized that we were both completely naked and at that moment I remembered the events that occurred this night. I blushed fiercely as I bashfully pulled the blanket to cover my face; I was fortunate that it was so dark in the room and Scott wasn't conscious. I vaguely remember that last night we came home drunk, one thing lead to another and now here we are. I guess that makes us boyfriends now? I really like the sound of that; I've only been crushing on him since the dawn of time. Plus, the sex was great too. Not only was it fun and passionate, but it was extremely tiring. My back still hurt from all the rounds we did; why was I always on the bottom?

I began to shiver. I glanced up at the window and I guess one of us forgot to shut it. A cool breeze came up and bit me and my teeth chattered. I rubbed my arms in an attempt to preserve some warmth and I could feel all of my individual goosebumps. Despite all of that, I didn't plan on getting up to close it right now because it's too far away and I'm lazy. I tried snuggling next to Scott but I was still freezing no matter how close I managed to get to him.

I pushed myself off of Scott and sat up, the blanket sliding down to my waistline. I looked over to my right and gasped silently when I saw a shirt on floor right next to me. I quickly picked it up and threw it over my head. First thing I noticed was how big and loose it was on me; it was almost sliding off my shoulders. Yeah, I know, I 'did the do' with a giant teddy bear and his name is Scott.

Just as I thought about that, my supposed boyfriend let out a loud snore as he rolled to his side, facing away from me. I giggled quietly to myself. I pulled the collar of the shirt up to my nose and I inhaled his scent with a contented sigh. I slid closer to Scott so I could bury my face into his back and wrap my arm around his waist. I was now warm and comfortable; I smiled with satisfaction. My eyes were beginning to droop and I let out a yawn. Before drifting off to sleep, I leaned up to kiss Scott's cheek and then I was out like a lamp.

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"Mitchy!" I stirred under the covers and cracked open one eye. "Wake up!" Scott yelled again.

I groaned and rolled on my other side, away from him. He gently shook my shoulder and I decided to take a more diplomatic approach by blowing a raspberry in response.

Scott leaned his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arm around me. I still didn't come out from underneath the blanket though. I mean why would I? It's warm and safe in their but cold and dangerous in the real world!

"Last night was fun," Scott deadpanned.

I only nodded. Then he took that as an opportunity to completely lay on top of me. Was he really trying to crush me now? "Scott, move your ass!" I whined.

"If you don't get up, I start tickling!" He threatened.

At that exact moment I used all of my strength to push Scott off me and remove the blanket simultaneously. I eagerly sat up and put my arms behind my head.

"I'm up!" I shouted.

When Scott refocused his vision, he just sat there and stared at me for a little bit. I suddenly felt very insecure of myself. I was definitely a sight; I had bags underneath my eyes and my hair made it look like I had been through a tornado. Then his eyes narrowed to slits and his mouth curled into a smirk.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," he said, poking me in the chest.

My face reddened like a tomato. I tried to be coy about it. "What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"That shirt," he pointed out.

"Yes?" I chimed in.

"That would be mine," he playfully tugged at the collar. I nearly lost it.

"Sharing is caring, Squadron,"

"This shirt ain't big enough for the both of us!" He joked, putting on a false southern accent.

"I think there's room for two, dad." I said while flirtatiously batting my eyelids.

And with that, Scott was on me like cheese on macaroni (I'm awesome at similes). He proceeded attacking me with kisses all over my face and neck, occasionally nibbling on my skin. Several dark marks were left all over my collar bone. I put my hands on his cheeks and forcefully brought his lips down onto mine. My tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. He eagerly obliged and our tongues danced together like two united partners.

I hungrily ran my hands down his back and arms as he bit down on my bottom lip. I rolled us over so that I was on top this time. I pecked each of his cheeks and then his eyelids. Then I felt his fingers pinch my ass and I let out a girlish squeal against his lips.

Before things got too heated, I pushed myself off of him and sat on his waist with his legs in between mine. I smirked down at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"I want it off," Scott deadpanned.

I giggled and pulled the shirt off over my head messing up my hair even more. I tossed it off to the side not really caring where it landed. "Only because you asked nicely." I said with a shrug.

"Just to be clear, we're totally boyfriends now right?" He asked adorably.

I leaned down and pecked his lips. I shook my head. "No, I'd say we're just really, really, really, really, close friends." I answered.

"Well friend," he began, "I think we have time for a few more rounds." I arched a brow at him. "Maybe I'll let you be on top." He said seductively.

"I like the sound of that," I said, leaning back down so that our bare chests were touching.

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A/N

Sooooo... yeah that's that. I found this OTP prompt on Tumblr and the second I read it I said "I'm so writing about this!" and I did. I'll let you be the judge of whether or not this turned out good or not :).