Scomiche One Shots

Roller Coaster*

*Mature!*

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"I can't believe you did all of this for me."

"Of course I did, Mitchie." Scott smiles, clutching his partner's hand tightly in his own as the make their way to one of the more intense rides. "I would do anything for you."

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He explains as they board the ride. He had pulled a few strings to gain them private access to all the rides after hours. He knows he must have royally pissed off the works who would have typically been home by now but the beautiful smile on Mitch's face makes up for all the glares they get.

He kisses Mitch's temple, his arm wrapped tightly around him, before the ride pushes off. It's a quick ride and they are getting off before he realizes it.

Mitch rushes them over to the most popular roller coaster in the park, their fingers still tightly intertwined.

"There's something I've always wanted to try," he smiles, biting his lip.

"What's that?" Scott asks as they sit in the cart. They pull the bar over there la, and the ride up starts. It's not an extreme roller coaster, by any means but there are certainly some drops that make Scott's heart race.

They get to the top when Mitch's hand leaves his and dives into his pants instead. Scott gasps, his stomach dropping as the heat pools in his gut, and the cart starts to drop. He feels utterly conflicted, and Mitch grabs him firmly in his hand, leaning over to sloppily lap at his neck.

"Mitch w-we can't," he tries to protest, but his hips are already thrusting up, emphasized by the roller coaster's abrupt movements. He groans quietly.

"I've always wanted to try this," he says before he's using his other hand to bring Scott's lips to briefly meet his own. "Will you touch me, Scottie?"

That's all Scott needs to convince him that they should keep doing this, and he nods frantically before his hand is reaching into his boyfriend's pants to stroke him quickly. He feels no shame in rushing this, hoping Mitch will copy his pace because he had been going so slow. They press their heads together, their panting mixes, and Scott groans every time the cart drops just a bit, the feeling in his stomach making him want to explode.

"Don't," he breathes, "don't think I can last much longer." His words are quiet but Mitch just kisses him, his hand seeming to increase to a mind-blowing pace and with the last drop of the roller coaster, Scott loses it. He moans shamelessly, coating Mitch's hand, and is relieved when Mitch follows him quickly after. He knows the ride is almost over and hastily covers himself.

He watches in awe as Mitch licks him off of his hand and mindlessly pushes his own covered hand toward his lover. Mitch takes a look at it, a brow quirked and then he is pulling Scott's hand closer and cleaning it. Scott is pretty sure it is the hottest thing he has ever seen and has to look away to compose himself as the ride slows to a stop. Mitch simply smiles, pushing himself out of the cart and walking toward the exit. Scott rushes to follow him.

As soon as they are out of sight from any employees, Scott presses Mitch against the closest wall, kissing him hard. When he breathlessly pulls away, he gently presses their foreheads together.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

Mitch just laughs quietly, leaning up to rub their noses together. "Yeah, I know."