Scomiche One Shots

Too Late*

It's a bit rated r below the cut so if you're not into a little smut, go read some of my other oneshots.
*Mature!*
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Scott walks out of the bathroom, pulling his phone out of his pocket to casually scroll through his Twitter feed. He decides not to call out for Mitch; it would be fun to sneak up on him, right?

He turns the corner and nearly drops his phone.

There's Mitch, his phone held up and away from him as he poses with his hand set in front of his mouth and his cheeks hollowed. It looks like he's sucking on one of his fingers and his eyes are positively screaming "fuck me!" to the camera. Scott feels himself harden shamefully. This is his best friend.

Mitch sees him out of the corner of his eye and begins to turn but Scott has already turned around, himself, and is practically racing (or limping) back to the bathroom.

"Scottie?" he calls. Scott simply bites his lip, the guilt overflowing - how could he get hard by looking at his best friend? It's a whole new level of shame and he honestly feels a bit disgusted with himself.

He stands in the bathroom, contemplating if he should quickly toss one off or if that would be too disgusting and he ought to try a cold shower. He had intended to close the door, really.

"Scott?" Mitch calls from behind him.

Scott hadn't intended to turn around but he does anyway and when he sees the surprised look on Mitch's face as the man's eyes rake down his body and see his little, ahem, problem, he knows his entire face lights itself on fire.

"M-Mitch, I-"

"Is that because of-?"

"No! Ye-yes, I - uh-"

Mitch steps closer, "let me - I want to help." And before Scott can really process what he means, Mitch is sliding into his knees.

He half-heartedly attempts to pull him back and explain himself but Mitch looks so hot and he's too hard to really think about how this could turn out so badly for them. Before he knows it, Mitch is easing him out of his too-tight pants and mouthing at his problem that's tenting his underwear.

The back of his mind is screaming to tell Mitch to stop because friends don't do this but he tells it to shut up and instead reaches down to take a handful of his purple hair. He tries to not buck his hips as Mitch teases him and pulls down the waistband of his underwear. He springs free from his confines and holds back an actual scream when Mitch's beautiful tongue flicks out to lick tentatively at the tip.

"Fuck, Mitch -" his hips jolt when the he takes the head into his mouth and sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks. Scott's surprised he doesn't come right there and even more surprised that he hadn't just forced himself down Mitch's throat - accidentally.

Mitch hums around him and he takes more of Scott into his lovely mouth and it takes everything Scott has to not shoot down his throat. "Touch yourself," Scott says. He isn't sure where he found the courage to talk like that but he surely doesn't question it when Mitch moves a hand between his legs to rub himself over his pants and moans quietly as he looks up at Scott with big beautiful brown eyes.

Scott knows he's close now and his end nears when Mitch starts to frantically bob his head. He's a quiet panting mess now but he isn't ashamed. He knows anybody would be the same if they had Mitch Grassi between their legs giving them the best blowjob of their life. Those lips look just as nice stretched around him.

With one last flick of his tongue over his hyper-sensitive head, Scott groans as he releases. Mitch takes it all eagerly and Scott would be impressed if he weren't collapsing onto the toilet seat. He watches with half-lidded eyes and Mitch continues to frantically grope himself and motions tiredly for the smaller man to come closer.

Mitch stands and limps to Scott, a pleading look in his eyes that scream all that Scott needs to know. He reaches his own hand inside Mitch's pants, keeping eye contact with him as he grabs him gently and starts to stroke slowly. He watches as Mitch tilts his head back slowly and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. His breath is coming out in little pants and Scott can't decide if he finds it adorable or incredibly sexy - probably both, considering it's Mitch.

His hand starts to move faster and when he roughly runs his thumb over the slit, Mitch yelps and releases all over Scott's hand that's shoved into his pants. He nearly collapses onto Scott who props him up and gathers a washcloth for the both of them before carrying the tired beauty, whose eyes are barely even open, to his room and laying him comfortably on his bed. He tucks him in, kissing him softly on his forehead, and turns to leave but feels a tight grip on his wrist. His head turns to see Mitch's eyes are closed and he's yanking Scott toward him.

"Cuddle," he demands groggily, "now."

Scott laughs quietly and nods before climbing in next to the beautiful boy, taking him into his arms, and closing his eyes to let sleep take him.