#mitchcolm

sticky ice cream kisses, sitting on a bench in the park and laughing against each other’s lips.

Malcolm looked ridiculous with Mickey Mouse ears, but there was something endearing about them at the same time. Maybe it was just the whole atmosphere of the Magic Kingdom, maybe it was the beautiful day, or the beautiful boy. 

Malcolm was oblivious to Mitchell’s loving stares, lost in a Mickey Mouse-shaped ice cream bar. Mitchell watched a dribble of vanilla ice cream slide down to the side of Malcolm’s mouth. Mitchell leaned over, and licked it off. 

“Did you just --?” Mitchell cut of Malcolm’s question with a chocolate and vanilla flavored kiss, adding some heat to the already hot afternoon. Malcolm laughed out of happiness. It was hard not to. How many times does someone get kissed in Disney World? 

long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison.

Malcolm felt like a stupid giddy teenager, maybe a little too in love with their boyfriend. He realized, with a bit of shock and horror, that he might be his sister. His mind wouldn’t stop reeling. He had never ... before ... but then he had ... they had, and now Mitchell ... his ... his best friend ... his boyfriend was laying next to him. Malcolm didn’t want to look at him. He knew Mitchell had plenty of experience, Malcolm hadn’t. That was probably terrible. He was probably terrible. He wouldn’t be surprised if Mitchell never wanted to do it with him ever again ... or ...

“Hey,” Mitchell rolled over and looked at him, Malcolm turned a looked back, “what are you thinking about?” 

“You.” Malcolm said. 

Mitchell smiled, and ran a hand through Malcolm’s blonde hair, “I was thinking about you too.” Mitchell leaned over and kissed him gently, the kiss filled with any lingering passion from the last half hour. Mitchell’s grip on Malcolm’s hair tightened, and Malcolm tentatively put a hand on the side of Mitchell’s face. “You were sensational.” Mitchell whispered in between kisses. 

Malcolm wasn’t sure if he was feeling his own heartbeat or Mitchell’s, they were so close. 

“Are you sure?” Malcolm asked. “I know i’m not that --” 

Mitchell cut him off, “You were amazing.” Mitchell insisted, kissing him again. Mitchell pulled away, and Malcolm heard him take a deep breath, “I love you,” he whispered. 

stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words.

Mitchell hated morning light some mornings. Sometimes it shone right in through the window and into his eyes, right where it had no business being. He pulled the comforter over his face, groaning, and trying to get comfortable again. 

Unfortunately, Apollo had it in for him today, and Mitchell decided it was probably time to get up. Mitchell started to roll over to get up, and Malcolm followed him and threw his arm around Mitchell’s waist. “Don’t you go anywhere.” Malcolm mumbled into the nape of Mitchell’s neck. 

Mitchell rolled back over. Malcolm’s eyes were barely opened, but he still managed to find Mitchell’s lips. When he pulled away from the kiss, Malcolm’s eyes fluttered open, and the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile. “You’re not getting out of this bed all day, if I have anything to do with it.” Malcolm informed him. 

Mitchell was always a fan of lazy days in bed, but it was usually him who demanded them. Smiling back, he decided to tease Malcolm. “How can you be so sure about that?” 

Malcolm rolled over so that he was hovering over Mitchell. He didn’t say anything, he just hooked one hand behind Mitchell’s neck and pulled Mitchell’s face up to meet his. Malcolm kissed him deeply, gently biting Mitchell’s bottom lip. Mitchell wrapped his arms around Malcolm, unable to resist, melting into the warmth of his boyfriend and the sun. 

“Stay here.” Malcolm whispered against Mitchell’s ear. 

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“  Malcolm said sitting up on the bed. 

“But who says we couldn’t? Or that we shouldn’t?” Mitchell looked at him from across their bedroom. 

“All I’m saying is that if you’re going to ask me to elope, you should be wearing underwear.” Malcolm argued. His head was still spinning from the proposal. 

Mitchell pouted. “But before i do, what if we just ran away together.” 

“Put on some pants, and we will.” Malcolm promised. Mitchell ran across the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. He pressed his lips into Malcolm. 

“I love you. Marry me?” He asked again. 

“I guess we’re giving up on the pants thing?” Malcolm teased, kissing him again. 

Mitchell pulled away from him, “Will you marry me?” He asked more seriously. 

“Of course I will.” 

“I’ll wear pants to the wedding, if I don’t have to during the engagement party.” 

“And when are we having that?” Malcolm asked. Mitchell smirked and pulled the blankets up over them. 

Ships: Malcolm and Mitchell by mikaelamariluvsyou