You're Perfect - Scomiche

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Author's Note: I...uh... First smut, please don't judge, I'm not a bad person. XD I pay attention to detail... :-O *facepalm* okay, I'm going before I injure myself, goodbye... ~Lots of Love, Marleah

"...Mitch...?" I could hear sniffling coming from his room. My eyes cracked open, and I groaned, climbing out of bed. Mitch was always coming home late from hanging with his boyfriend, and it made me furious. I was Mitch's best friend, I was his rock, I had been in love with him for years, and yet, some scumbag gets to have him.

Cautiously, I crept down the hallway and lightly knocked on the door. "Mitch...? Are you home?" Knowing the answer, I silently waited for a reply.

It came broken and sad, "G-go away-y, S-scott... I'll s-see you in the m-morning." I could hear him sobbing now, and I felt my heart break into two. I couldn't stand it anymore.

I burst into the room and immediately spotted Mitch, huddled on the floor, sobbing. "Oh my god, what happened?" I asked frantically, sitting down next to him, pulling him into me. He just shook his head in response to the question. "Mitch, talk to me... Please?" My heart throbbed at his crying, I was going insane.

"Do-do you...think I'm...ugly?" He whispered so quietly, I had the strain to hear him in between the sobs. I immediately pulled him to face me, holding his face in my hands.

"Who told you that you were ugly?" He looked down, and shook his head. "Was it Darren?" He nodded ever so slightly. I could feel my jaw locking, and I wanted to punch something. But I instantly saw how devastated the boy in front of me was. "Dammit, Mitch no. You are beautiful, and smart, and kind, and so talented... You are not ugly, okay?" He wrapped his arms around me. Still sobbing.

"How many times did he call you ugly, Mitch?" He shrugged.

"A lot. He, he hit me too." He said, sobbing harder.

My eyes widened. How did I not see it? How could I have been so blind? What if- no, no, that couldn't have happened. I gulped.

"Mitch, did-did he...touch you?" Now, he pulled back, leaving a wet spot on my shirt, obviously not that I minded. He shook his head slowly.

"No, Scott. I couldn't let him." Thank god. I really didn't want to have to cream this guy harder than I was already going to. I mean-wait.

"What do you mean 'couldn't let him?'"

Mitch smirked through his tears. "Scottland, I didn't want him to be my first..." And with that, he leaned in, pressing his lips against me, tentatively, but then more passionately. Our lips were a synchronized mechanism, working as one, until we had to come up for breath. I could feel my pants growing tighter, and my downstairs brain starting to kick in, but before I did, I needed to be sure.

"M-mitch, are you- ohhh..." I tried to say, moaning as his soft lips caressed my neck. I could feel him smiling against my neck.

"Scottland, I've been sure ever since I came out to you. I've tried so hard to get over you, but you're stuck in my mind constantly. And I just think about all the things I want you to do to me... I've been practicing for you, Scottie..." I gasped at his words, and more specifically at his hand, now moving across my lower region ever so softly. I bucked my hips, desperately needing more friction, but he removed it and started stroking my thigh instead. "You might ask nicely for it, Scottland..." He said, smirk evident on his features.

"Oh god, Mitch. Are you sure? I- ohhh, I- m-mean, this i-isn't something you'll regret, j-just a rebound?" Then, Mitch stopped. He retracted his lips, and took my hands in his own.

"Scott, this isn't a whim, okay? I've wanted this for so long. I- uh... dammit, why is this so hard?" He sighed frustratedly. I gave his hands an encouraging rub. His deep brown eyes met mine. "I think I'm in love with you, Scott." He whispered. He bit his lip, looking down, red.

"Mitch..." He glanced up at me, oh sweet Jesus, his lip-biting was driving me mad. "I- I love you too." He smiled widely. This time, I led. My lips crashed onto his, this time, if possible, with even more heat and passion. I pushed him backwards gently, so that I was over him.

Slowly, I began to grind on him, enough friction to feel good, but not enough to stimulate either of us. Soon, though, I had the boy whining and writhing under me. Now it was my turn to smirk. I began to thrust my hips down on his, eliciting quick, hot gasps from him, and short grunts from me.

"Scott- OH! S-scott- yes... GOD SCOTT, STOP TEASING!" He finally shouted.

Slowly, I bent down and whispered, "You might just ask nicely for it."

I began thrusting harder, making him writhe even more. "Please, please p-please Scott." He finally got the words out. Instantly, I whipped off his belt, and his shirt and pants and boxers were strewn somewhere. My eyes grazed his body, taking in the sight before me. Red cheeks, swollen lips, hair already ruffled in the cutest way, he was damn perfect.

"No, I'm not." He whispered, looking down. I didn't realize I'd been talking out loud.

"Yes you are, Mitch. You are beautiful and sexy and perfect..." I whispered seductively. "And, I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." I began running my hands around his stomach, moving down to his thighs, and back up again.

"But, Scottie, what about you?" I shook my head slightly.

"We're not gonna go all the way tonight, Mitch. I'll make that special. But, I'm going to take care of you. Okay?" He nodded slowly.

"D-don't tease..." He whispered... I nodded, complying. Slowly, I ran my hands down his sides and grasped his length in my hand, starting to move my hand up and down.

"Oh God, yes..." He moaned, trying to buck his hips in and out of my hands quicker. I took my other hand and held his hips down, leaning over him to press a kiss to his oh-so-kissable lips. "Scott, faster, faster, please." I smirked again, moving my hand slightly faster, rubbing the head with my thumb. "OHHH..." Mitch's voice rose an octave in ecstasy. "God, Scottie, 'm so close..." I pressed another kiss to his lips, before pulling back and looking him in the eyes.

"Let it go for me, Mitchie. Let go." My hand moved quicker, quicker, until it became a blur moving up and down.

"Oh- oh SHIT, Scottie!" He said, white exploding all over my hand and his chest. I raked my eyes over him again. "Do I look ugly?" He whispered, turning red and looking down.

I took him in my arms, kissing him passionately for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. "No, Mitchie. You're perfect. Perfect."

Author's Note: SCREAM! This was better than I expected. My first smut, voila! Hope you enjoyed, and didn't die of awkwardness or anything. Okayyy, Imma go nowwww... *Troye Sivan wink* BYEEEE (YouTube reference on fleek tho... ;-) ~ Lots of Love, Marleah<


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