Scomiche One-Shots

Forbidden Part Three

A/N: Sorry in advance for the POV switches don't hate me.

WARNING: SMUT. (Sort of)

Scott's POV:

     If you had told me yesterday morning that I was going to make out with my best friend that same night, I would have openly laughed. If you had told me that I would also be kissing him the next night, I would have seriously considered having you admitted to the nearest looney bin; but here I was, hovering over his small frame and letting my lips move in sync with his effortlessly.

     When we woke up that morning, still tangled together on the couch, we both knew exactly why we were there, and what had happened the night before. I though Mitch would regret it and try to push away, but he didn't. He said he had no regrets, and that he wanted more, and god damn I needed him.

     I made sure we were busy during the day, but when we got home that night, I couldn't keep my hands off him. Mitch was perfect. My best friend is perfect.

     I move my lips to his collarbone and let my tongue trace along the outline of it before attaching my lips to the base of his throat. His little moans were only urging me on.

     I forced myself to stop for a second to look down at him, holding his gaze.

     "You're so beautiful. You sound beautiful, and you look so fucking perfect." I suck in a breath and admire his features. His cheeks were flushed a bright red and his lips were swollen from my onslaught of kissing. His eyes were full of lust, and something else I couldn't decipher. A grin claims my lips along with an intense sense of pride that he looks like this because of me.

     A smirk falls on his face at the exact moment that I feel his fingers grazing along the front of my jeans. He knew exactly what he was reaching for, and I could see in his eyes that he was damn proud of the fact that he caught me off guard. A low moan builds in the back of my throat when more pressure is applied. Two could play this game.

     I push his hand away and lower my hips before he could protest, grinding my very obvious erection into the growing bulge in his own jeans. The noise that left his throat was angelic; hell, I'm not even sure if an angel could sound that pretty.

     I roll my hips into his a few more time, solely trying to get him flustered, and fuck it was working. He attacked my lips again and I kissed him back eagerly for a few minutes before pulling away.

     "Tell me what you want, baby." I bit the side of his neck gently to make sure I had his attention.

     "Y-you. I want you." A smirk pulled at my lips and I shook my head.

     "You're going to have to be more specific than that." I laughed a little and then started kissing down his neck again. "Tell me."

     He was quiet for so long that I worried I had scared him. I pulled back to make sure, and the smile on his face was nothing less than devilish.

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Mitch's POV:

     It took a little pushing from Scott, but something finally clicked in my head and all my nerves disappeared. He wanted to know what I wanted? I would gladly tell him.

     "I'll tell you exactly what I want. I want you to take me to your room right now. I want you to put me on my knees so I can make sure I get a good taste of this," I let my hand grip his stiffening cock through his jeans while I talked, "sometime tonight. Then I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to split me in half. I want you to make sure I can fucking feel it tomorrow."

     Scott's eyes glazed over while I was talking and I knew I was in for it now. I wanted this. There was no turning back.

     It took him less than a second to stand up and lift me off the couch, carrying me to his room in long strides. I took advantage of the position and latched my lips to the flesh on his neck. I could only guess how many marks were on my skin and I thought it was only fair that I left a few on him.

     I heard the door slam behind us and I was getting ready to fall to my knees when I felt his fingers lace through my hair, keeping me standing. I met his eyes and the desire in them sent a jolt straight to my balls.

     "Listen to me, because I'm not going to say it twice." He took a small step towards me and I was intimidated in the best way. "You have exactly one minute to get the rest of your clothes off, get the rest of my clothes off, and have my cock as deep in your throat as it can go. Do you understand?"

     I hesitated for a split second before flashing him another wicked grin. It took no time at all to lose my pants and underwear, and even less time to get his off. I met his gaze for a few more seconds before finally sinking into the floor and trailing my eyes down.

     He was giant. I'd been with plenty of men and never seen anyone this big. Sure, you see big dicks in porn, but this wasn't the same. He was thick, and so long. That's okay. I liked a challenge.

     My hand moved before my mouth, getting a solid grip on his member. His tip was already slick with pre cum and I desired nothing more in that moment than to lick it off. So I did. I let my tongue run directly over his slit before pushing the head of his cock through my lips.

     If I thought he looked big, it was nothing compared to the actual struggle of fitting him into my mouth. I was only half way there when I felt my throat protesting. I don't know if he's ever been balls deep in someone's mouth before, and I wasn't sure he was going to have that happen tonight either; but I'm not a quitter.

     I hollow my cheeks and pull him out before taking him even further into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around his length with no set rhythm or pattern. I simply wanted to taste every inch of him.

     His hands sliding in my hair brought back some of my senses. I finally tuned partially back into reality and could hear the deep moans and growls leaving his throat. Every sound he made was turning me on ever more. I planned to take more of him in, but he was abruptly pulling me to my feet and claiming my mouth with his own.

     "I need you. Now."