Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Half-Baked

Why am I incapable of writing anything fully clean/PG

"What the fuck? What the actual fuck...Scott!"

"What?" Scott turned his head and glanced at the boy snuggled on the couch next to him. He was eyeing the the box in Scott's hand with betrayal painted in his expression. Scott looked down to see what he was fussing about, and...

Oh.

"Scott fucking Hoying. Put. The. Ice cream. Down. Now"

Mitch lunged towards the pint sized carton of his favorite ice cream in Scott's hand. The little carton that was full just a while ago and was now a just few spoonfuls away from being completely empty. Mitch couldn't believe that he had let their little movie night distract him to the point that Scott had nearly finished the entire pint and he hadn't even noticed.

Scott managed to dodge Mitch's desperate attempt at swiping the little carton from his hand and he extended his arm all the way up, letting the carton hover just beyond Mitch's reach. The move was meant mostly for Mitch's safety- and the couch's- but the brunette only saw it as an act of defiance and when his dark brows raised up at Scott, he knew he was in trouble.

Mitch couldn't believe that the blond had not only eaten almost the whole pint while he was distracted, but that he seemed to be refusing to even let him have the last few bites. He knew how much Mitch had been looking forward to the ice cream on his one cheat day this week. What kind of a selfish, inconsiderate boyfriend was he?

"That's not fair! Scott, give it to me now." He was on his feet in seconds, Scott finally running out of dodge tactics and letting the brunette pry the carton out of his grip moments later. He peeked into the little container and moaned in disappointment, causing Scott to tense up. Mitch did not look happy.

"It's melted! There were, like, three bites left and you melted them just for the sake of annoying me! Why would you-" Scott reached for Mitch's arms, pulling at them so that the boy was stumbling onto his lap. He waited for him to sit down on his thighs before he placed a finger against Mitch's pouting lips and hushed him. When Mitch ignored him and kept complaining Scott pressed his finger more firmly to his mouth and whispered to him, maintaining strong contact so he was sure that Mitch was listening.

"Mitchie?"

"Mhm?"

"Could you please shut up? It's just ice cream."

He slapped the Scott's hand away from his mouth, even more annoyed than before. He had been expecting an apology, that was the least he deserved. Who the hell did Scott think he was telling him to shut up? "You're forgetting who paid that fucking sum of money for the ice cream we've been craving all week! You're so annoying! I-" he began swatting at Scott's shoulder with each word.

"-am! So! Mad! At! You!"

Scott groaned, grabbing Mitch's wrists and holding onto them to stop his assault. "Mitch, I know it's late and you're tired and cranky but you need to stop. I didn't mean to eat all of it and I'm sorry that I did, but you're acting like a big baby. Here, have your damn ice cream," and with that he dipped his long finger into the melted creaminess and shoved it between Mitch's unsuspecting lips.

Mitch saw the smirk on Scott's face and tried to scoff, annoyed that he couldn't make the noise properly while his mouth was occupied with Scott's finger. "What, you don't want it anymore? Taste it, baby, it's your favorite flavor." Mitch rolled his eyes. He knew what Scott was doing and he was not amused. His little distraction technique wasn't going to work tonight and the fact that he even thought he could flirt his way out of this was almost offensive. He refused to lick, suck or even acknowledge the sweet substance dripping from his finger onto his tongue and instead boldly picked up the ice cream carton and tilted it against Scott's neck, smiling around the finger in his mouth when Scott jumped at the feeling of the cool liquid trickling down his skin.