Mitch was really starting to hate how small this supply closet was. It always gave him a thrill whenever he passed by it or even thought about it, but now that he was here standing in the enclosed space, he was completely over it.

That was, until the second Mitch's back hit the concrete wall. And just like every other time, those feelings immediately began to dissipate.

As much as he hated being in that small of a space, he reveled in the feeling of the wall pressing up against his back, and Scott standing less than a foot in front of him to keep him there.

All at once, he felt a pair of lips on his own and hands on his hips. The hands quickly slipped further down and cupped the boys ass. Mitch's shoulders and back were still pressed against the wall; however, Scott was now encouraging him to press their hips together.

He had no where to go. Well that wasn't completely true; he just didn't want to go anywhere.

Eventually Mitch brought his arms up and wrapped them around Scott's neck. Not long after, one of Mitch's hands slipped down to his shoulder and squeezed it as best as he could. He would've loved to dig his fingernails into the skin there, but the shirt Scott was wearing was preventing that.

Regardless of all the little things that Mitch would've loved to change about the scenario, it still felt so perfect. And nothing could ruin it.

"You guys!" Mitch heard a high voice call, or at least he thought he did. Then again, Scott did slow down in the slightest, so Mitch paid even less attention to it. Until--

"I know you two are in there!" Mitch groaned into the kiss, now realizing that he wasn't hearing things. He knew it was only a matter of time before they either got caught or had to leave. And upon hearing the voices, he figured both of them applied.

However, the blonde must have still missed it and took the groan as encouragement, because he only moved towards Mitch's neck. He pushed the collar of the shirt out of the way before leaning down and kissing and sucking the skin there. Mitch's grip on Scott's shoulder tightened as he felt teeth graze his collarbone.

"Y'all are so obvious! You do this every time before a show!"

"Fuck, Scott," Mitch forced out. "Stop."

It seemed to take a second before the words truly hit Scott, but when they did, he backed up as best as he could. His eyes seemed ten times darker than when they first stepped into the room, and Mitch was sure that the darkness of the space wasn't the only reason as to why. The blonde's hair was also much messier than it had been, which was the only positive Mitch could see coming out of this situation.

"There's five minutes until the it starts. Get your asses out here or I'm gonna kick down the door!"

Scott's eyes shot towards the doorway before they went wide and looked back to Mitch.

"I told you," Mitch hissed before reaching up for his hair. He ran his fingers through it in an attempt to straighten it out, but he gave up as he realized the girls already knew what they were up to.

Mitch glanced at Scott one last time before reaching for the doorknob and opening the closet door. The light immediately flooded the room as the couple put on apologetic smiles. However, the two girls standing outside of it seemed less than amused.

Mitch was the first to step outside of the room, but he could feel Scott looming right behind himself. He somehow managed to hold in the laughter that was threatening to spill over at the seriousness in their faces. However, he began to grow apprehensive as the black-haired girl began examining his face.

"Shit, we're gonna have to fix your make-up." She immediately grabbed Mitch's arm, then started pulling him to the area backstage. Mitch looked over his shoulder back at Scott to see his outfit already being fixed.

"Wait, Scott--"

"No way. Its about time someone put an end to your pre-show rituals."