You can thank being stuck at home with the flu for the past four days for these one shots.

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Who knew air mattresses could be so comfy? Mitch couldn't help but think that as he sank deeper into one. He and Scott had yet to buy an actual mattress and frame for their new apartment, so the air mattress was their substitute for now.

Mitch felt sleep pulling at him the moment his blankets settled against him and his pillow finally cooperated. The apartment was silent in Scott's absence, coupled with the dark curtains over the window shielding the L.A. lights, he found it lured him further to sleep.

Mitch's internship at the nearby hospital, while it's what he wanted, was utterly exhausting. He'd been worked too hard for far too long and the stress was finally weighing him down. He groaned as he thought about it. He turned his face further into the pillow to forget about the undeserved criticism he received tonight.

The soft opening of the door and the click that followed made Mitch more attentive to Scott's attempt at being quiet. He heard the rustling of his clothes as he peeked into their shared room before going to the closet and grabbing his pajamas. He snuck away as silently as he could into the bathroom and a smile graced Mitch's lips.

Scott had only just begun to work for the LAPD, but he was already making his way to becoming a detective. With his fast rise through the ranks, it kept him away late most nights. Mitch didn't mind and neither did Scott. Neither of them were ever really home this early in the evening anyways, even if it was just before midnight.

In the time it took him to finish up in the bathroom and change, Mitch has drifted to the edge of sleep. His body had sank comfortably into the air mattress and the blankets kept out the chilly spring air. He was actually beginning to think he might get a solid 6 hours of sleep, maybe even 7.

Until, however, he was promptly tossed into the air with a shriek when Scott flopped onto the mattress. With his weight no match for Scott's, Mitch landed a decent foot or two from their makeshift bed, completely displaced from his haven of comfort and sleep.

"Scott Hoying!" Mitch threatened, but Scott couldn't hear him. He was too busy laughing at Mitch's misfortune.

He huffed his dark hair out of his face. The wooden floor was both hard and cold. He could practically feel his hip start to bruise from the way he landed.

"Come on Princess, that was pretty hilarious." Scott continued to laugh, his words barely audible through his amusement.

"It was not."

"For you. You should see your face right now."

Mitch scrambled onto their air mattress, picking up his pillow and smacking Scott with it. While this did little to calm his ever growing, vision blurring frustration, it did plenty to make Scott laugh more.

"You're such an ass Scott!"

"I thought you said I was only an ass half of the time." He sobered for just a moment, chuckling the sentence out.

"Well," Mitch thought quickly as he threw his pillow down back to where it was supposed to be, " I lied."

Mitch let his body follow in suit of the pillow, knowing he couldn't launch Scott like he was just launched, but still somewhat hopeful. He rolled onto his side, his back to Scott, as he pulled his blankets up to his chest.

"Mitch." Scott implored him with the nerve to still be laughing. "Come on."

He felt the heat of Scott's body against his back as he slid closer. Scott pressed a kiss into his shoulder, right where it met his neck. He shrugged him off. Scott tried again, this time by attempting to get under the blankets with him.

Mitch pulled it away from him. If he'd been thinking reasonably, without his present exhaustion and sleep deprivation, he'd know he was just cranky. But, it was his exhaustion and sleep deprivation that was making him cranky, so of course he couldn't think reasonably.

"You don't deserve to share this blanket with me after that." He mumbled, resorting to pulling it over his shoulder and up to his jaw.

Undiscouraged by his refusal, Scott wrapped an arm around his waist and brought Mitch against his body anyway. He gently placed a kiss to his head, and then another one that lingered just below his ear.

"In the morning," Scott murmured, his breath warm on Mitch's neck, "you're going to laugh about this."

"Whatever."

Mitch wouldn't admit that Scott's warmth helped send him into sleep quicker than when he was alone.

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In the morning, Mitch woke before Scott. He dressed and went through his morning routine quieter than Scott had gone through his nightly routine the night before.

As he brushed his teeth, leaning against the bedroom doorway, he watched Scott sleep. He'd taken the blanket Mitch left and pulled most of it over himself, rolling onto his back and taking up the vast majority of the air mattress. His chest lifted and lowered silently, his blonde hair a mess across the pillow. He seemed peaceful, as though he was enjoying some much needed rest.

Quietly, Mitch walked forward and pulled the plug on the side of the air mattress. He went back to the bathroom and waited.

He rinsed his mouth out of any toothpaste and heard a groggy question of "What the hell?" followed by a louder, more annoyed, "Mitch!"

Mitch had to stop himself from victoriously sauntering into the bedroom and hardly succeeded. He raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide his laughing smiled at seeing Scott on the deflated mattress.

"Come on Princess, that was pretty hilarious." he mocked Scott's words from last night.

Mitch relished in the glare that Scott gave him and turned away laughing. Scott was definitely not a morning person, especially when it came to a rude awakening.

"You're right Scott, I am laughing this morning." Mitch teased while he walked to the bathroom again.

He was pulling his hair back when Scott appeared behind him, glaring further with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"A deflated mattress? Is that the best you got Princess?"

Mitch didn't turn around until he'd tied his hair in place. He leaned back against the counter, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You've started a war you don't know how to end." Scott stated.

Mitch raise both his eyebrows at him this time, " I started this war?! No-"

His denial was ended abruptly by a kiss as Scott pulled him against himself. His hands were warm on Mitch's arms as Scott's chest was warm under his fingers. Mitch kissed him back, smoothing his hands up to tangle in his hair.

"I didn't start this," Mitch breathe against Scott's lips, "but I do know how to end it."

Scott smirked, whispering, "Alright, but where do we end it? You deflated our mattress."

"The couch is always nice."

"Fair enough. Truce then?"

Mitch hummed in agreement. Scott pulled him close, kissing him and leading them away.