Models

Models (Part 9)

A/N: So it's sort of PG13-ish later in the chapter, more at the end but it's nothing that you wouldn't be able to handle. Trust me. It's pretty good. Anyways, Enjoy ;)

After a much needed Disney movie marathon Mitch was starting to doze off. He was laying on top of Scott, his eyes fluttered open when he heard Scott calling his name.

"Mitchy, let's get you to bed baby."

"Hmm?"

"Come on sleepy head, you know you need your rest."

Mitch groaned.

"I'm too comfy...." He mumbled into Scott's shirt.

Scott chuckled softly. He reached up and rubbed Mitch's back. Mitch hummed in satisfaction. He never wanted to get up. Scott was so warm but he knew that a bed would be better.

Mitch lifted his head up to look at Scott. He smiled and pecked him on the nose.

"Carry me?" He asked with puppy dog eyes.

Scott sighed. "Fine."

"Yay!!" Mitch giggled and pecked him on the lips.

Mitch got off of Scott so that he could pick him up. Scott lifted him easily and held him close to his chest. Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He smiled down at Mitch. He still couldn't believe how their relationship developed so quickly.

He was half afraid that they were moving too fast but he was also thrilled.

He plopped Mitch down on the bed, he helped lift up the covers and Mitch scooted underneath them.

"Oh wait!!"

"What now?" Scott complained.

"I need to take off my clothes." Mitch smirked and lifted the hem of his sweater.

Scott gulped inaudibly. Mitch flung it over his head and onto the floor. His pale skin acted as a canvas for the artistic tattoos all over his body. He was truly beautiful and Scott was incredibly lucky.

"Scotty, can you help me with my belt?" The smirk stayed plastered on Mitch's face, he was challenging Scott.

"What's wrong with your hands?"

"Nothing, but you're my slave so....."

Scott huffed and got on the bed in front of Mitch. He knew Mitch was just teasing him so he'd thought that he could have a little fun as well.

Scott shifted a little closer to be seated between Mitch's legs. He lifted his hand and placed it on Mitch's thigh. He ran his hand up and rested it on his belt buckle.

Mitch shivered at the sensation, his hands were so gentle yet demanding at the same time.

Scott unbuckled Mitch's belt and let it fall on the floor. He then started to unzip his pants taking an agonizingly long time. Mitch bit his lip trying to refrain from yelling at Scott to speed up.

Mitch shifted slightly causing Scott's finger tips to brush against his clothed member, the only barrier being his boxers.

"Scott....."

Scott looked up into Mitch's eyes, the lust was rolling off of him in waves and Scott could feel it.

He smirked and decided to play a little dirty.