this can work as a part two to 'decorations'...

Mitch knew that Scott had hidden mistletoe somewhere in their house.

He had done it every year, and every year Mitch fell into Scott's trap.

The first year they spend together as a couple, Scott had simply put it up in their apartment's kitchen. Mitch didn't think anything of it, that is, until Scott began following him into the room every time Mitch did, then requested a kiss. It only took another occurrence or two for Mitch to fully realize what was going on, and only one or two more times for Mitch to be fed up with it.

From there, Scott moved the mistletoe into various hallways. He did that two years in a row, and was still able to surprise Mitch the second year. Not surprisingly, Mitch caught on by the second year, but after an annoyed eye roll, still let Scott have his way.

The year after that, Scott got creative, and decided to buy more than one plant. He managed to evenly disperse them throughout the apartment, one making a comeback in the kitchen, one in the living room, and even one in the bathroom. Mitch quickly realized that it'd be impossible to avoid the mistletoe, no matter how much he really wanted to.

Before the next Christmas came, Scott and Mitch moved into their own house. Based on his searching of the house, Mitch made the assumption that Scott had forgot to place mistletoe in their abode. However, when he came back one day from hanging out with friends, he barely made it a step into the house when he was instantly met with Scott and a kiss. With one glance upwards, Mitch saw the familiar green plant, and an awfully smug look on Scott's face.

Then finally this year came, and Scott made no attempt to hide the mistletoe.

"I'm not getting on that bed," Mitch stated, his eyes constantly shifting from their bed, placed perfectly in the center of one wall, and the mistletoe hanging directly above it.

"But Mitch," Scott whined, still trying to subtly move the younger man forward. Mitch quickly caught on however, then turned around to face Scott.

"Not this year, Scott," Mitch said, listening to Scott let out a laugh as he moved past him and out of the bedroom.

And for some time, Mitch thought that was the end of it. That was until hours later when Mitch decided to head to bed for the night. Scott followed him down into the room, just like he always did, and within a couple minutes, the two were snuggled together. Just when Mitch thought he could have dozed off, Scott was there, placing his lips everywhere he could reach on Mitch's face and neck.

"What are you doing?" Mitch finally asked after the kisses didn't stop. Scott pulled back, and even in the darkened room, Mitch could see his confused face.

"Did you seriously forget?" Mitch furrowed his brows before finally, finally realizing. He glanced up at the ceiling, where the mistletoe was just barely visible. Not even a second later, Scott was leaning forward again and planted his lips on Mitch's.

"Fuck you," Mitch muttered once the blonde pulled back.

"I love you too."