Mitch Grassi is a Beautiful Man

LIME GREEN KIMONO

WARNING: Smut, smut, glorious smut. This is the chapter. Rated R for ROAR. All the protests against getting together fly off to that floating island of Scomiche Protests. They hook up and it is so lovely. I mean this chapter is titled "Lime Green Kimono." What do you think is going to happen? Really now.

Oh and you can easily skip this chapter and go to the next one which is the last chapter.

EDITED: This chapter was originally published around November, 2016.  Just saw this picture today, April 1, 2018!  Perfect!

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SCOTT'S POV:

We tried to postpone our Japan and Asia tour, but Mitch would have none of it. We were at the airport waiting for our flight just a week after "The Thing 2." He did seem like his old self. Actually better. His favorite thing to do right now was come up with different stories on why his arm was in a sling in every interview. It was completely impossible to keep a straight face, especially if Kevin was around. He was absolutely the worst straight man in history. The best one so far, in my opinion, was when Mitch told an interviewer that hitting a particular high note had aggravated an old injury and dislocated his shoulder.

The day after our first concert in Japan was a free day. We were free to explore or just stay in our rooms and fight jet lag which often is achieved not through sleeping, but staying awake chilling.

I found Mitch laid out in the front area of our suite on a couch with a stack of books on Japanese art spread out around him. He was wearing a brilliant lime green kimono and sipping on Starbucks.

"Hey gorgeous." I said.

"Hi hunky. There's a plate of nibbles on the kitchen table. Don't know what half of them are but they are yummy."

He hadn't looked up. He was still thumbing through a big coffee table book.

I honestly don't know why I did what I did. There was no plan, no thought to it, nothing. It was almost an out of body experience.

I walked up to Mitch, knelt in front of him, pulled his book away, took the Starbucks cup out of his hand and put it on the coffee table and made him look at me. His eyes were soul sucking like Kevin had described. They looked a little confused at first, and then somehow they understood. They went from confused to lust in a nanosecond. I felt the lust was a reflection of my own eyes.

I reached out and slowly, delicately pulled down the kimono from his good shoulder. I tenderly kissed his shoulder. I rested my lips on that bone. I sucked it gently. I slowly pulled his leg out of from under him and placed it on one side of my hip and pulled his other leg to the other side of my hip all while heating that one spot of his shoulder bone with my lips. I then looked straight into his soul, wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him to me. I could feel him grow and dig into my stomach while I plundered his mouth to taste every corner, every crevice. I tried to fill and thrust my tongue in him like I wanted to thrust my cock in him. I held his back and held him in place.

I pulled back. His eyes were closed and he was swaying a bit. I got up and pulled him into my arms. I carried him like a bride back to my bed. I unwrapped him from his kimono like a Christmas present. I stripped and covered him with my body. I lined up our cocks and moved my body up and down against his. Not at a hectic pace, nor at a slow pace. It was at the right pace. I did that until my arms started to shake.

I then lowered my face to his cock that was as beautiful as the rest of him. I took him in. His gasps and moans were making my cock as hard as steel. I grabbed for a pillow and tucked it under his bum. I pulled his legs over my shoulders and prepared his entrance with my tongue. He was sucking in air and his breathing became erratic. His fingers were clutching the sheets. I prepared him slowly with my mouth and fingers.

I then raised myself up again and lined my cock to enter him.

"Open your eyes Mitch." I whispered.

There was practically no white left in them. He was a sex god and was no longer attached or tied down to Earth in any way, shape or form.

We stared at each other while I slowly breached him. I didn't stop once. I didn't change my pace once. I kept going until I was completely enveloped. I held myself there. I saw tears escape Mitch's eyes and roll down his face. I bent down to kiss them. The salt was the most wonderful taste in the world.

Mitch took his good arm and wrapped it around my back and pulled me down. His action was direction. I started to move and didn't stop. And I never will. Mitch Grassi is a beautiful man.

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Author's note: The story was supposed to end here. But I felt a tap on my shoulder and Kirstie said, "Um, you know I'm barely in this." I blushed and mumbled an apology. She was so sweet and said, "that's okay." I said "No, no, you're right. I'll take care of this right now." So I am adding one more chapter. For that sweet, lovely girl, Kirstie.