It had been a long day but now they were finally home and all Mitch wanted to do was relax. He also wanted to give Scott a break especially after all he had done for him.
SCOTT'S POV:
When we got home, I collapsed on my bed. It was getting dark outside anyway and I didn't see the point in staying up unless I had to. Since we had eaten in the car, I'm guessing Mitch was just sitting in the living room trying to figure out what to do with himself. Hesitantly, Scott got up and dragged his feet into the living room. "Would you like to sleep in my room or on the couch?" I don't know what I expected his response to be but this boy had a latch on me and he just kept pulling me in. "Oh.....well...that is up to you to decide. It is whatever you would like, Scotty. I want you to be comfortable and satisfied." He replied with generosity in his tone. "Honey, it is totally up to you. I mean, I would like you to sleep in my room with me because I do not want you to be lonely but it is your choice." Mitch pondered his choices silently before chiming in. "I would love to sleep next you you Scotty boy." A big grin spread across Mitch's face as he pranced over to me and placed a kiss upon my cheek before running and jumping into my bed. I climbed in shortly after him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he faced opposite of me. I began to trail feather-like kisses along his neck followed by me sucking gently on his collarbone before whispering in his ear "Goodnight, my love. Sleep well and dream of sweet things." In response, I got a quiet moan and he soothingly said, "In that case, I'll be dreaming of you, Scotland." I couldn't help but smile as I felt my eyes get heavy and began to fall asleep with the small boy wrapped in my embrace.
I woke in the middle of the night and Mitch was not by my side so I began to panic. I got up and ran to the bathroom, he wasn't there so I ran to the living room, desperate to find him. Sure enough, there he was. Perched on the couch with his head hung the way it had been when I found him that day. "B-Baby," I stutter, struggling to get my words out. "Have I hurt you? If I did, I am so very sorry and I wish nothing other than to make it better." I cried. "You have not harmed me one bit, gorgeous," he breathes, tears spilling down his cheeks. "I-just...it's just that I love you so much but it hurts me to know that I will not be able to stay here because I do not wish to be a burden." His response tore me up on the inside. "Mitchell, no. You can stay here forever. I would never even dream of letting you go. As I said before, I want only the best for you. I want to give you my unconditional love and undivided attention at all times. You are the light of my life, Grassi. I don't know what the hell makes you think I would let you slip away like that." I manage to say half chuckling, tears still leaking from my eyes. I walk over to him and place my lips on his. He was surprised at first but then he caught on and began to kiss me back, slowly, passionately. Before I knew it, we were on the couch. I was straddling his waist, my hands exploring his body hungrily as I begin to move my lips down to his neck, sucking on it, taking in the moment and savoring the taste of his skin. I begin to move down to his chest, making small bite marks all over his delicate body. His moans turn me on and I'm driving him crazy with how slow my pace is. As I reach his lower stomach, his moans begin to get louder, his breathing becoming short and ragged. He goes crazy and begins to thrust his hips as I feel him through his shorts, still sucking on his lower stomach. He begins to finger the hem of his shorts, slowly pulling them down to his knees. I pull them off the rest of the way and start to tug at his boxers. "Scotty, ahh. Give it to me, daddy!" Mitch moans out his voice clearly desperate. That was all I needed before I roughly removed his boxers and replaced them with my mouth. Cupping his balls with one of my hands, I use the other to take his length into my mouth, flicking my tongue over his tip to drive him over the edge. "Ah, fuck, daddy. You're so good..." I push his dick all the way in my throat, my face pressed against his lower stomach while I massage his balls with my thumb. "F-fuuck." He struggles to form his words as his cock slides in and out of my throat. I come up and trail kisses from his stomach, chest, and neck until I reach his lips again while simultaneously stroking his length. Delicate little boy that he is, he cums all over my hand. I lick it off and kiss him passionately, allowing him to taste himself. "Time to go take a shower, gumdrop." I say to him before pecking his lips and playfully running off to start the water.
