"Close your eyes, Mitchy." Scott started sorting through the jumble of plastic chapstick tubes.

"Yeah?" Mitch, being the sexual being that he was, closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a mock moan. He could almost see Scott bite his lip. Blinded, he was left with only the sounds of Scott's giggle beside him and the rustle of motion as he leaned forward to show the camera his choice. Then there was the sensation of his warm presence, looming closer to him, and a gentle hand touched his neck.

"You ready?" He was already so close.

Mitch couldn't stop himself from smiling. He didn't lean in, he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't lift his hand to Scott's jaw like he wanted to so badly. He left it to Scott to close the distance between them. Somehow, the goofy nature of their interactions changed to one of quiet want, and the few seconds before Scott made the move left him hungry for his fake-flavored kiss.

And there he was, gentle and sweet and a little bit waxy, and so warm on his lips. An aroma that was hard to place rose to his nostrils as he inhaled Scott's scent. Finally, he allowed his hand to rise to the back of Scott's head so he could pull him closer and get a better taste of his weird-ass chapstick. It played with Scott's natural smell, enhancing it, merging with the muskiness of his skin, the slight pine aroma of his Old-Spice, and the overtones of earthiness and…

"Root beer." He broke the kiss and opened his eyes.

"Yeah!" Scott laughed, pulling back with a grin, "Damn, you're good at this!"

"Queen, I know. I'm good with my lips." That was sort of his trademark: making blatant sexual comments in jest, "Something you're aware of." He smiled and licked at some of the chapstick on his lower lip, lifting the corner of his mouth in a smirk.

Scott covered his eyes with one hand, "Kay. Your turn."

Mitch sifted through his own chapsticks that he'd chosen at the drugstore, avoiding the ones that he knew would be nasty. Lifting one innocent brown tube to the camera and holding his palm behind it so the lens could focus, he prepared himself for the oncoming flavor of cherry coke. "I feel like this one's gonna be good. Quirky and fun, some would say?"

"Bring it on, Baby."

Mitch smoothed some onto his lips, then pulled his knees up on the couch so he could reach Scott better. Taking his face in his hands, Mitch made Scott lower the hand that covered his eyes, and the two made playful eye contact. Their lips touched, not quite as gently as before, and soon Scott was pushing into the kiss.

"Wait, I didn't get it,"Scott whined as Mitch ended it, then reconnected their lips as he pulled Mitch back. Their tongues touched this time, and Mitch imagined he could taste the chapstick better at this point, but still they kissed, battling for dominance. Already, there was a lot they'd have to cut in order to have something useable for the video, but that was okay. They had all afternoon to kill.

"Mint?" Scott mumbled into Mitch's mouth.

"What? Where'd you get mint from?"

He shrugged and kissed him again. And again. Mitch guessed Scott just enjoyed the intimacy, and Mitch didn't exactly want him to stop. But he did want to change this gross chapstick. The flavor had started to turn kind of sickly-sweet, an unpleasant combination of the fake cherry coke and the root beer Scott had worn. Maybe they should've cleaned their lips before trying a new one.

"Ooh, it kinda tastes like, um…" Scott frowned at the ceiling.

Mitch leaned back on his heels, "Get it."

"Shut up. Um, like, that stuff they put in snow cones? Cherry syrup?"

"Close! I'm impressed."

"Bitch, I could go ham on a snow cone right now."

"Girl, I know." He laughed, "Keep going."

"Is it cherry something?"

Mitch nodded, repositioning his body so he sat facing the camera again.

"Cherry cough syrup."

Mitch shook his head, "Ew. Why the hell would anyone want cough syrup flavored chapstick?"

"Is it some kind of candy?"

He shook his head again, a smile growing on his face and his eyes softening as he watched his teddy bear struggle to guess. He resolved that he wouldn't give any more hints.

"I'm gonna say cherry ice cream. Final answer."

Mitch laughed, a high pitched cackle of glee, and used his sleeve to wipe the rest of the chapstick off, "Wrong. But you got close, so I give you half a point. Cherry coke."

"Damn." Scott was already scrambling for another tube of chapstick, so Mitch quickly closed his eyes. Scott was in an obvious hurry to have another excuse to kiss him.

This time Scott's fingers wrapped around the back of Mitch's neck, the heel of his hand pressed against the curve of his jaw, and his other arm wrapped around Mitch's ribcage. Mitch found himself sliding a leg into Scott's lap so they fit together better.

Scott's lips met his and Mitch was overwhelmed with the sweet scent of strong artificial flavor. He almost gagged and backed out of the kiss, but soon the scent mellowed out as he acclimated to the nostalgic smell of halloween candy. Like the smell of sticking your head right into your full bucket of trick-or-treat goodies and inhaling.

"Candy."

"Mmh." Scott pushed back into the kiss, not wanting it to be over already, and Mitch melted into his dominance. He didn't complain when Scott's lips left his mouth and traveled across his cheek to his neck, directly under his ear. His lips were on the slick side, the chapstick lending them an almost gooey quality where they met his skin, but Mitch didn't even open his eyes. Instead he released a slow breath and sank into the warmth of his embrace. The way Scott's beard hairs scratched at his skin, his soft lips moving up to tug at the velvety skin of his ear, his warm breaths on his neck, made Mitch react much like his favorite ASMRs made him react; he was getting sleepy, overwhelmed with tingling bliss.

"Laffy Taffys" He pulled away from him.

"Oh my god, you have blue all over you." Scott laughed.

Mitch frowned up at him and noticed the bright blue dye that pigmented Scott's lips, "Eww, don't tell me you got chapstick in my ear!" He rubbed at the places where he'd felt Scott touch, lifting his phone to use it like a mirror.

"Yeah, I wasn't counting on this stuff being blue. How hard do you think it'd be to wash off?"

"I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!"

"Yeah baby?" Scott whined seductively, imitating a woman's croon, "There are things I want to do to your ass"

Good thing they knew how to edit. Most of this stuff would have to be cut and burned, but something about being watched by the camera's glass eye filled Scott with a kind of thrill. An urge to show off for the camera.

"But is it Laffy Taffy though?" Mitch was still wiping at the blotches on his cheek and neck and still checking himself in his makeshift phone-mirror.

"Nope. Blue raspberry Airheads."

"Come on! I was never gonna get that! I should get half a point."

"You want half a point?" He nuzzled into his neck again, humming into his skin in a way that made Mitch drop his phone back on the coffee table, "You want half a point?"

Mitch turned to kiss him again and the two went down on the Superfruit couch, taking a couple knicknacks off the shelves with them as Mitch's foot hit the wall.

Yep. They were gonna have to edit out a lot.