Listen, this makes three one shot updates, and a No Strings Attached update in a week.

Ya girl is on fire. Please refrain from singing Alicia Keys ok.

Scott wracked his brains, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation. In an unfamiliar bed, with a somewhat familiar brunette lying next to him. He couldn't remember the point where they went from, 'this is slightly awkward but our best friends are dating so we have to be civil,' to 'I have to get you out of your clothes and have you right now.'

He rubbed his sore head, currently throbbing from all the drinks he'd had last night, and tried to recall the whole evening, even some of the more embarrassing parts, just to try to work out what got him in this situation.

——-

"Why do I have to come again?" Scott asked as Bryce dragged him to a bar. Despite him and Josh dating for a few months, the man had never quite warmed up to him.

"Because, he's bringing a friend too, thought it would be nice to have company." he shrugged.

"Right." Scott nodded uneasily, not looking forward to this blind date.

"It's not like that." Bryce sighed, noticing Scott's tone straight away. "Mitch is a decent guy and I thought it would be nice for you to expand your friendship circle a bit."

"Fuck off." Scott laughed and rolled his eyes.

Without another word, Bryce led them into the bar, slipping through the crowds until he found his boyfriend sitting at a table in the back.

"Hey." Bryce greeted, leaning down to kiss Josh, while Scott stood awkwardly behind them, very aware that the fourth counterpart was missing.

"Where's Mitch?" Brych asked when he pulled back.

"There." Josh pointed behind them.

Scott turned around to see a man making their way towards them, bright smile on his face lighting up the entire room. The closer he got, the more detail Scott could make out on him...the sparkling brown eyes, the flawless skin complexion, the dimples in his cheeks. And that body. It was toned, yet slender and petite, still a bit shorter than himself.

"Hi." The man greeted once he finally reached them.

"Hello." Scott replied, unconsciously smiling back at this gorgeous creature.

——-

As Scott studied Mitch's features in the morning sun, he decided that he still looked absolutely breath taking even after a night of heavy drinking and rough sex. Even if his hair was disheveled, his lips slightly swollen and his skin littered with bites and nips.

Mitch's phone vibrated against the table near Scott, but the boy never woke, clearly a deep sleeper. He reached over to grab the phone to see Josh's name flashing across the screen, along with various missed calls and text messages. All probably to check in on his friend, to see if he's still alive and that he hadn't gone home with Scott last night.

Well, jokes on you Josh, not only had Mitch gone home with him, he'd been screaming his name all night.

——-

"So, what do you do for a living?" Mitch awkwardly asked, staring down at his bottle of beer.

For about the past ten minutes they'd been ignored by the couple, far too wrapped up in each other, but it seemed that neither could think of anything to talk about to break the silence. At least until now.

"Policeman." he replied.

"Oh, with Bryce?" Mitch continued.

"Yeah, partners." Scott cursed himself, why couldn't he keep this conversation going and stop responding in one or two word answers? "You?"

"I'm a nurse." He smiled.

"Cool." Scott cringed as the word fell from his lips. When did he become this socially awkward?

"Yeah. At first I was worried about it, the whole stereotypical 'men aren't nurses' thing, but after a while I thought that was ridiculous, anyone can be a nurse and help people, so I got over it. Now it feels good to know I'm saving people's lives."

"Yeah, I get it." Scott nodded, frowning slightly.

"Exactly. You keep people safe all the time so you understand that feeling. The rush." He supplied for Scott's failed attempts as conversing.

"Yep. The rush."

Well done, that was three words. You're getting better. He thought bitterly to himself.

"Who wants shots?" Bryce asked, finally coming up for air from kissing Josh.

"Dear God, yes!" Scott eagerly replied, hoping that the alcohol would help loosen him up.

——-

As Scott glanced around the room- the clothes that had been thrown, the lamp that was crooked from where he'd pushed Mitch against the desk, the picture that had fallen to the ground when he'd been pinned to the wall- he realised the alcohol may have loosened him up a bit too much.

From that moment on it became a little hazy, but he was sure he was a lot more charming after that. Rather than offering one word responses he must have engaged a little more, or how else would they have reached this position?

It definitely wouldn't have been Mitch, the man looked far too innocent to seduce and get a man in to bed on the first meeting. It must have been Scott who made the first move.

——-

"So, you're the strong, silent type then?" Mitch asked, standing alone with Scott as Bryce and Josh worked on flagging down a taxi.

"Suppose so." he shrugged, trying to keep up the cool facade.

"It's kinda sexy you know?" He commented, standing on his tippy toes and resting his chin on Scott's shoulder, drunk eyes gazing up at him.

"Really?" he asked coolly, though on the inside his heart was racing. After he made himself look like a fool, he never expected that description.

"Mhm." Mitch agreed.

Before Scott had a chance to respond, he felt a hand reaching for his cheek and gently maneuvering his head down, until he was eye to eye with Mitch. Once he'd reached the desired angle, Mitch closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"Hey! Taxi's here." Bryce called, breaking the moment as if it had never happened.

But if the displeased glare from Josh was anything to go by, it had definitely happened, and wasn't quite as secret and intimate that the two had thought.

Mitch stumbled over to the taxi, dragging Scott by the wrist behind him, before falling into the back seat. Josh was quick to move next, climbing in to create a physical barrier between his best friend and Scott.

Just because he had warned Bryce about Josh that one time like an overly protective brother, he was suddenly enemy number one. Scott had to admit, the man really could hold a grudge.

Bryce climbed into the front of the taxi, leaning around to talk to them as it began moving.

"Josh and I are heading to a club if you guys want to join."

"Yes!" Mitch screamed the same time Scott replied.

"No."

"Why not?" Mitch whined, leaning around Josh to look at him.

"Tired." He shrugged. Truth was, he was buzzing from that kiss with Mitch but pulsing music, sweaty bodies, and spilt drinks weren't exactly his idea of a good night.

"But I wanted to dance with you." Mitch pouted. "Please come Scotty!"

His eyes widened slightly at the nickname, he'd barely known this guy a few hours and he'd already made himself pretty comfortable with him.

"Well, I guess..." He trailed off as Josh whipped around to glare at him- a look that clearly said don't you even think about saying yes- but unfortunately for him, drunk Scott was even more stubborn. "Yeah, let's go dance Mitch."

The man smiled and jumped in his seat at the answer, clearly very excited.

"You're drunk Mitch." Josh stated coldly. "You should go home."

"But I want to dance!" Mitch protested, turning to look at his best friend with pleading eyes. "Please?"

"Fine, one dance." Josh huffed.

——-

It seemed Scott wasn't the only one who struggled to say no to those beautiful eyes. One look from them and he was sold.

Slowly, Scott reached out and gently stroked Mitch's hair out of his face, admiring the splattering of eyelashes resting against his cheek. His plump lips were parted as he breathed softly, still peacefully in the land of sleep.

Who would have guessed that an angel could have such a devil's streak, but damn Scott was glad he discovered it. Mitch had definitely gotten a dose of courage last night, as did Scott, and it resulted in quite the interesting turn of events.

He made a mental note to thank Bryce for dragging him out, even if he had to deal with Josh's little tantrums, it had been worth it.

He reached for Mitch's hand and brought it towards his face, pressing feather light kisses to the palm. He found himself blushing at how sappy he was being with someone he's only just met, but the man had certainly worked his way under his skin.

——-

Not long after they'd arrived at the club, they lost Bryce and Josh, but Scott found he didn't care. All he cared about was the drunk brunette in front of him, throwing his body around to the music.

"Dance!" Mitch instructed, shouting over the music.

Scott sighed, he was a terrible dancer and he knew it. So instead he settled for bouncing slightly to the music. He was sure he looked ridiculous, but nowhere near as bad as if he actually tried.

But this clearly wasn't good enough for Mitch, who stepped forward and held Scott firmly by the hips. He moved Scott in time with himself, pressing their bodies flush together as they swayed.

They weren't even following the beat anymore, just moving with a desperate need to touch each other, feel some sort of friction, be burnt by the heat of lust.

Slowly, they stopped moving, just stood still like statues, close together and staring into each other's eyes, as if they were the only two people in the whole room.

Nervously, Mitch moved, once again sealing their lips together. Only this time is wasn't as quick and soft, it was desperate and hot. Hands grabbed and roamed, hips ground together, tongues met and danced until they were panting.

"Come home with me." Mitch shouted out, attempting to sound coy, but failed with that volume.

Scott could only offer a nod before he was pulled out of the club and forced into the back of a taxi. Not that he was complaining when Mitch climbed onto his lap, kissing and teasing him all the way home.

——-

Scott remembered that they'd only just made it to the bedroom, both hard from the taxi ride home. It had been a bit of an awkward fumble at first, but they soon found their rhythm, soon became in tune with the other person's pleasure, until they were screaming in ecstasy.

As he recalled last night's passion, he watched Mitch's eyes flutter open, bleary and tired from the little sleep they had gotten.

"Good morning Scott." He greeted, stretching his body with a pleased moan.

"Morning." He grunted in response.

"Oh come on." Mitch said, giving him a teasing look. "I think after last night we're past your one word responses."

"Yeah, I guess I should make more of an effort now..." He laughed, obviously his awkwardness hadn't been quite as subtle as he'd hoped. "By the way, Josh has been calling you every ten minutes for about an hour now."

"Hmm... I'll call him back later." Mith shrugged, shuffling forward in the bed so his head was resting in the nook of Scott's shoulder.

"Is that so?" Scott asked, letting his head tilt and rest on the top of Mitch's head.

"Yeah. I think I'd like to lay here just a little bit longer." He sighed, wrapping his arms around Scott's waist and letting his eyes drop shut again, the other man quickly following suit.

P.S. Happy Birthday to @_opheliac, my pocket otter, the Mitch to my Scott, my lovely, satanic wife.