More than friends

My Everything

Mitch's POV:

Those three words left me wrecked. A good kind of wrecked, though. After Scott left the couch to go to bed, I sat thinking to myself.

Did he really say he wants me? Did he break up with Alex to be with me? Did that kiss actually mean something to him?

I got up off of the couch and slowly walked towards Scott's room. I needed to talk to him about this. I turned the knob, going over the conversation in my head. When I opened the door to his room, he smiled and sat up quickly.

"Hey, Scott" I said, unsure of his emotions at the moment.

"Hey," he replied, a huge smile emerging on his gorgeous face. He patted the bed beside him and I sat down without hesitation.

He sat looking deeply into my eyes for what felt like ages. "I love you so much, Mitch." His words took me by surprise, but frankly I felt the same exact way.

"I was thinking the same about you." I exclaimed, all shame aside. I wanted this boy all to myself, despite jeopardizing the band or our friendship. He was so perfect, his bright blue eyes, looking as though he loved me so much and would never do anything to hurt me.
And I knew he wouldn't.

Deep in thought, I hardly realized it when Scott grabbed my chin and turned my head so that I was looking into his eyes. "And I am so happy..." He trailed off as he planted his lips on mine. He tried to back away, hesitating, but I pulled his neck closer, letting him know it was okay. Our lips moved in synergy, sending chills up my spine and making my heart flutter with joy. Waves of lust washed over me, and i deepened the kiss. He responded, passionately grabbing my waist and kissed me harder as well. I climbed onto his lap, gripping his waist band and fiddling with it as we made out. He whispered into my ear but everything he said was drowned out by my racing mind and heart. The heat and connection between us was too much, and I pushed him down so he was laying flat on his back on the bed. I reclaimed my spot on top of him and kissed him passionately for another few minutes. He played with the hem of my shirt, making me anxious for more. I helped him by lifting up my arms, and he slid off the shirt, tossing it on the floor carelessly.

"Careful, that's my favorite" I teased between kisses.

"You're my favorite." He said, gasping tiredly.

I followed him by lifting up his shirt, exposing his stunning six-pack and toned muscles.

"God, you're flawless." I moaned as he deepened the kiss.

I stared at the hard-on forming in his jeans. He bit his lip as I kissed my way down to his belt buckle. He giggled, signally to me that it was okay to continue. He stood up to help me remove his shorts, then plopped down right on the bed again. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but at that moment nothing was more important.

Everything was so magical. The way he looked at me like I was gold and made me feel so special and amazing, was beyond words. I full-heartedly loved him. I loved my best friend. I loved Scott Hoying. He made love to me like I was his first, his one, his only. He made me feel like the best person alive, and to him I was. We loved each other, and that's all that mattered. We proved it all tonight.

"Mitch Grassi, I love you with all my heart. Always have, always will." He gasped after we finished. My heart did flip-flops and I collapsed beside him.

"I love you more." I whispered. He fell asleep in my arms and I listened to his steady breathing and heartbeat until I drifted off.