Anything Goes (Scomiche)

Hangover

Mitch knew Scott was going to be extra bitchy this morning. They had thrown an exceptional party last night, but the most exceptional thing was by far the amount of alcohol he had put away. He had tried just about every concoction imaginable last night, so Mitch could only imagine how he'd be feeling this morning.

It was amusing at the time. Scott was an overly affectionate drunk, clinging to him all night, putting hands in places he probably shouldn't in public. Every time Mitch would moves his hands Scott would give a disgruntled grunt and give him sloppy kisses instead, which Mitch couldn't help but laugh at him when he kept missing his mouth.

Scott had been stumbling around the house, refusing to go to bed, claiming he wasn't tired or drunk, as most drunk people do. But not before trying to get his hands down Mitch's pants, in the middle of the kitchen.

But Mitch was nothing but resourceful as he lured Scott into his bedroom, under the pretense of a blow job. And just as Mitch predicted, his boyfriend fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the bed, and Mitch couldn't blame him. That California king bed was like sleeping on a cloud.

Unfortunately, no matter how fun and amusing Scott was drunk, grumpy didn't even cover it when this man was hungover. 

And God was he hungover today. 

"Where's the food? I ordered it like ten minutes ago." He sighed dramatically as he laid sprawled out in the bed, one arm covering his eyes.

"Scott, it's LA, the traffic is insane. I'm sure it'll be here soon." Mitch reasoned as he sat at the desk, answering emails and other work related things.

"What are you even doing?" Scott whined to Mitch."Aren't you supposed to be tending to me or something? Isn't that what lovers do when the other is sick?"

"You're not sick, you're hungover. And while I have a little bit of sympathy for you, in the end, you did this to yourself. I have a bit of work to do as well." Mitch said as he made his way over to Scott, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead and bringing him another glass of water before making his way over to the desk again.

"Besides, I'm a Queen you know." Mitch joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Well you're not really a queen now are you?" was the mean response he got instead.

Mitch took a deep breath and let it go. It was just the hangover talking. He never apologized with words, but he always made it up to Mitch later.

"What kind of work are you doing anyways? I'm usually the one who takes care of the band work."

Mitch was busy ignoring Scott's comments when the unlucky delivery man rang the doorbell.

"Please, continue making a ton of noise, keep ringing the doorbell." Scott berated the delivery man, taking his food, and slamming the door in the poor mans face. 

"Scott, that wasn't very nice. That man didn't do a single thing wrong." Mitch scolded him lightly, keeping his voice quiet so as to not agitate him even more.

"Oh please, why would you care? You don't even know him. He'll get over it."

Scott was being meaner than usual, even with a hangover. It was beginning to wear on Mitch. He really did have things to get done, no matter how often Scott belittled it.

"Well, I do care. I don't like seeing you be so cruel to anyone, much less someone who never deserved it."

Scott sat there, quietly sulking, until he found something new to bitch about.

"I know other people might not care, but next time there's a party you could dress up a little more."

Last night Mitch was 'looking good enough to eat.' Scott had almost ditched the party before it even started, in favor of taking Mitch up against the wall. Well, they had done that, but then Mitch had made them re-join the party rather than going for a round two.