Scott and Mitch had finally returned from another amazing tour. They were quite tired so decided to head back to their house and watch SpongeBob Squarepants. The two had cuddled up with Wyatt in the middle of the two. Scott had his strong arms around the tenor and Mitch was resting his head against the baritone's chest. At first they focused on SpongeBob but as they got more comfortable they could only keep their attention to each other.
"Mitch?" Scott spoke quietly for some reason. Mitch didn't reply. "Mitch?" He said louder, lightly shaking him. He must've fallen asleep. Scott chuckled. "Mitchie?" The smaller boy emitted a groan. "You gotta go to your room. I can't be your bed." He smiled as he started to remove his arms. Mitch quickly grabbed them and put them back.
"Why not?" Mitch's voice as groggy. Once he was positive Scott would keep his arms in place he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." Scott sighed. He didn't want to move from this spot. He was really comfy and he got to snuggle with Mitch, but he really needed to go.
"Fine." He moaned. He lifted himself from Scott who got up and plodded to the bathroom leaving Mitch on the sofa. He quickly stroked the Sphinx before heading to his room. He didn't bother to remove his clothing and landed on his bed. He sighed in content. A flushing was heard and after a moment Scott appeared in the doorframe.
"Better?" Scott asked.
"No. I don't have my teddy bear." He whined. Scott sighed. He walked to his room. "Scott? Come back." He called. Scott swiftly returned with a large pillow they had recently bought. It was red and fluffy. He gave it to Mitch who squeezed it. "Alright, this'll do for now." He yawned, putting his hand in front of his mouth. "Thanks, Scottie. Night." Mitch finally settled down and was already drifting to sleep, barely able to hear Scott say goodnight and walk to his own room. Scott smiled. He loved it when Mitch needed him. It was really cute. Scott had a crush on his best friend since he first heard his voice in the choir. Mitch sung his heart out in a solo and Scott was breathless. Mitch introduced himself and they hit it off, being best friends ever since. Scott always loved Mitch's voice…and his hair, and his beautiful brown eyes, smile, frame. Scott cleared his throat and knew he'd need to sleep this off. Despite that being on tour was so much fun it was always so tiring. He stripped into his boxers and snuggled into the sheets, feeling the coolness of the bed. He quickly fell unconscious.
