Scomiche One Shots (R)

Prof pt 1

This is a more fluffy, plot based one shot?? It still has smut but its slightly less graphic, so tell me if you like it!!

Mitch was still packing up his painting supplies as the other students in his class filed out. As an art major with a focus in painting, there was a lot to put away. He thoroughly washed every brush until water ran through it and came out clear, making sure to dry each one too. He arranged his paint by color in his bag, making sure he didn't leave any behind then carefully put his canvas away on the racks to dry. 

By now, it was only him and Scott, his professor left in the room. He smiled as he heard the door shut and the faint click of the lock. 

They had slept together here and there the previous year but in the last couple months it had become frequent. From the hands on Mitchs back and shoulder whenever Scott helped him, to their shoulders being fractions of an inch apart when they walked together, you could tell they were closer than most. 

Mitch wet a rag and began to wipe down where he was working, trying to scrub all the paint off. No matter how hard he scrubbed he couldn't quiet get all of it off.

"Want help?" he jumped when he felt strong arms around his waist

"No" he giggled turning his head to look at Mr. Hoying "I want to do it"

"You've been trying for the past 10 minutes. Let me" he gently took the rag from Mitchs hands and wiped it off

"What are you? The cleaning lady now?"

"Come on, a teacher can't help his student out a little bit? Actually, don't answer that" he smiled

"You're a dork" Mitch leaned up to gently kiss him "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing, but i'm also not doing anything now" he turned Mitch around to face him, pinning him back against the table. In one swift move his hands were on Mitch's ass and mouth on his neck

"Scott! I told Kirstie I would meet her for lunch. We can do this later" 

"Fine" he sighed pulling away "My room or yours?"

"Mine" Mitch grabbed all his stuff, unlocking the door and heading to the dining hall.

He found Kirstie and joined her in line. Mitch picked a salad then grabbed a soda from the fridge, paying for it and grabbing a seat. They joked with each other and complained about their classes, whining about how much work they had. Kirstie had a lot more work than him as a business major, but he just liked to complain. 

There was a ding from the PA system above, usually just used for announcements.

"Mitchell Grassi, please report to the deans office now" came the voice 

Mitch sat still for a moment as a fair amount of people turned to look at him.

"I have to go I guess?" Mitch told Kirstie, more as a question than a statement. He left his lunch, grabbed his bag and walked to the administrators building. He went in and knocked on the deans door before opening it up

"You wanted- oh, hi Mr. Hoying" he was both shocked and terrified to see Scott sitting there 

"Take a seat Mr. Grassi" Mr. James said and Mitch gave Scott a worried and confused glance. There was a slight pause before he spoke "I brought you two here because there has been some worry raised about your relationship by faculty and students. I am not accusing you of anything, just telling you that it has been brought to my attention. May I ask your current relationship to one another?"

"We're friendly towards each other" Scott replied, trying not to say too much. The dean narrowed his eyes at Scott

"According to the code of conduct, student-teacher relationships are allowed but risky. If I feel that the student is only succeeding in that class because of a, lets say "enhanced" relationship with the teacher, then I reserve the right to withdraw them from it."

"So how do you prove that I'm not just getting good grades because of our "enhanced relationship"" Mitch asked using air quotes

"That's where it gets tricky. What is your next due assignment?"

"Paint a picture with aspects or a story that is more than the eye can see. Due in two days" he replied and Scott nodded his head

"How it will work is, you will complete this assignment like normal. But, instead of handing it in to Mr. Hoying, you will present it to me and I will grade it. We will then compare that grade to your average grade in the class and go from there. Are we clear?" He asked sternly 

"Yes sir, we're clear"

"Then both of you are dismissed"

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Later that night, Mitch lay in bed scrolling through his phone. His room was littered with canvases, paint, brushes and newspaper. His phone buzzed and he clicked on the messages app

Scotty: Im here

Mitch: door's open, im in my room

Seconds later he heard the door click open and the tall blonde strolled into his bedroom. Mitch slid over in bed, silently inviting Scott to come lay down with him.

"Strip and you can come under with sheets with me"

"Geez, eager are we?" Scott smiled, stripping down to his underwear "Want these off too?" he tugged at the waistband of his boxers

"No. Not yet at least" Mitch opened the covers and allowed Scott to climb in. Mitch lay on his back with Scott on his side facing him "Why hello, Mr. Hoying"

"I'd be careful. You know what that does to me" he leaned over and began nipping at the brunets neck. He could feel and see the skin starting to discolor when he started to suck on certain spots, earning quiet moans.

"Be careful, people are already suspicious"

"Ya ya ya" he brushed off, finding the junction of Mitch's neck and jaw. He knew that the smaller boy would squirm and whine if he sucked there

Mitch pulled away and turned to look at the blonde, quickly connecting their lips into a needy kiss. He gave into Scott happily, moaning when he felt a hand slide into his boxers and Scott hovering over him. "Can I make you feel good?" he whispered and felt Mitch nod his head.

Scott slowly kissed down Mitchs chest to his stomach and to the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. He threw them off to the side and gently pushed Mitch's knees up, kissing the underside and inside of his thighs. He relished in the moan Mitch made when he gently messaged his balls and took the tip of him into his mouth. 

"Oh god Scott" Mitch whined, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing lube. He passed it to him and heard the cap pop open. Soon he felt a curious finger nudging its way inside him as he was taken back into Scott's mouth.

Scott worked his fingers at the same speed as his mouth, wanting to get Mitch as close to the edge as possible. He slid another finger in causing the boy to arch his back and work his hips down. He felt Mitch grip his shoulder with one hand and the other fisted itself into the sheet. He came up, hollowing his cheeks and popping his lips around the tip. 

"More please" Mitch dug through his side table and found a condom. Scott rolled it down and gently spread the brunets legs, drinking in the sight of him. He slowly pressed in, enjoying hearing Mitch whine, releasing guttural moans.

"Such a pretty boy" Scott sat still when he was fully buried, letting Mitch adjust "You good?"

"Mmhm" he closed his eyes, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of Scott's slow pace. He laced his fingers into Scott's, head going back as Scott sped up.

Scotts hands ran along Mitchs smooth torso, supporting him as he slid in and out of him. He angled his hips and smiled when Mitch gasped "I found your spot, didn't I"

"Scott ahh" he whined and writhed as Scott hit that spot over and over until he reached his peak, spilling over his chest

The blonde finished moments later and slowly slid out of him, kissing the boys sticky chest. He took care of the condom, cleaned Mitch up and let him curl up into his arms.