26.Home

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*Smoot in this part ;)*

*Mitch's POV*


The plane ride was short and quite, after I got off the plane I took a cab to me and Scott's apartment. I took out my key and opened the door,  Scott was on the couch watching American Horror Story. He got off the couch and ran to me.

"What are you doing here!?"He screamed while hugging me.

"Well we couldn't have the concert without you, so I'm home now."

"They let you leave?" He asked confused.

"They can't control me I'm grown."

He laughed and kissed me, "I'm glad they don't control you."

"We should go back though."

"I meant what I said, I'll go back when the second leg of tour starts. I need a break from Kirstie."

"But Scott think about the fans."

"Think about how the fans would feel if Kirstie was responsible for my death."

"Kirstie won't kill you. I'm the one that got hurt why are you acting like this?"

"I was the one that was supposed to get hurt. It doesn't bother you that your best friend tried to get me killed and almost killed you."

"It does but I'm not being a child about it so I forgave her."

"A child? She almost got you killed!"

"But I'm fine!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you could've died. I don't want to risk you over a tour."

"Scott everything will be okay, she won't do it again."

"I'm not ready to go back yet"

"Okay fine."

I sighed realizing there was no way to change his mind.

"I missed you" Scott said.

"I missed you more."

"I know you went to my parents house." He laughed.

I sat on Scott's lap and began to kiss him.

"Never leave without telling me again."

Scott picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him, he carried me to our room. He put me on the bed and began to kiss me.

I placed my hands under his shirt slowly lifting it up. I started leaving kisses down his stomach to his waist band. I undid his belt and pulled his pants down. He took my shirt off and pulled my pants down.

 I continued to kiss him while pulling down his boxers. I put my hand around his cock and moved it up and down.

He started to moan, "god Mitch"

I got on my knees and slowly put my mouth around his tip. The phone started to ring and he sighed.

"It's Jonathan."

*Jonathan is their manager*

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