We Made It - a PTX FanFic // no more updates :(

7

WARNING MY CHILDREN: smut is in this chapter. you've been warned. :)
As we step into the house, Kevin and Kirstie let out a sigh when they see Esther blushing at the sight of Sommer. I roll my eyes and we all look at each other. Scott looks at me and we all let out tiny laughs before sitting on the couch.
"Hey, Sommer, come sit?" I suggest. He raises and eyebrow and hesitates before adding a response.
"Uh, I was hoping I could talk to you and Scott?"
The room falls silent. You could here a pin — no — a hair drop. Everyone exchanged glances with slightly open mouths before Scott and I got up.
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We head for the upstairs bathroom and finally arrive to said area. I take a deep breath, assuming I know what this is about, and prepare my response.
"So, I uh... haven't been the most honest lately. I just wanted to let you both know that, yes, I'm gay. And that is really the truth. I've been questioning whether or not I should tell someone but, I finally have."
"Sommer..."
"No, please Mitchell. Listen, I wanted to know something, now that I'm out... for real. Would uh... well... either of you be interested in a date? I mean like, we could go to a musical o-"
"I have to go... sorry... music stuff..." I snap, calmly, and nudge Scott in the arm. Sommer makes a more stern expression before he grabs my arm.
"We are all here to hang out I thought? Please, let m-"
"We are both taken, Sommer. Okay?" Scott says, with a harsh tone in his voice. He grabs my upper arm and takes me out of the bathroom. We close the door on Sommer and head downstairs.
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"You what now?!" Esther screamed. "Let him out of there!"
"We didn't lock him in, we slammed the door on him. Jesus, Ess, calm down," I say.
As soon as I shut my mouth, we all pause, hearing faint footsteps from the stairs spiraling down towards us. The whole group slowly turns, making the situation more suspenseful than ever. We see Sommer, taking his sweet time down the stairs. He picks up his pace and our heads follow his every move until he's directly in front of me. Me, being on the couch, nuzzles into the back a bit more, moving myself away from whatever is about to happen however I can. He bends down, cupping his hands over my cheeks before kissing my lips. Let me just say, the boy could discover this thing called water or chapstick. It feels like I'm kissing sandpaper for crying out loud.
Scott turns from a soft pale color to a fiery red color in a matter of .2 seconds before slapping Sommer (there was a legit popping noise) and dragging him out of the house. Kirstie cringed as she grabbed me a dampened napkin whilst I evaluated what had just happened in less than a minute time. I wiped my mouth clean of that — sandpaper — and sat scrunched up in the corner of the couch, Scott rubbing my back as Kevin comforted Esther. She gets emotional and has PTSD attacks when violent things like that happen.
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"You're so fucking tiny. Like you weigh a pound."
"Shut up, Hoying. And get it right, it's two and a half pounds now."
"Stupid."
"Loser."
"Hate you."
"Hate you, too, Scottny."
"Can I at least kiss you since I hate you so much?"
"Never," I shout as I run out of my bedroom. Scott smirks and quickly follows me, playing along with my little game. He, in no time at all, catches me. I hate physically doing almost anything. Except for like... never mind.
"Gotcha!" Scott smiles as he presses his lips against mine. I laugh and kiss him back, cupping his cheeks. I smile, not quite breaking the kiss, before he leads me over to the couch. We both release for air and smirk, before returning to each other's lips.
I'm soon sitting on his lap, one leg on each side, before we take off our shirts. Scott pins me down, making sure the windows are closed, and removes my pants. I remove his belt, pushing him off of me, and run to the bathroom, not killing the mood. I grab lube and a condom box, putting both on the table, before proceeding to take my boxers off. Scott takes his off and we begin.
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"Uhhnhhhnnnnuh.... right there oh- Scott oh my God yes! Fuck!"
"Last one," Scott says, putting his pinky inside my asshole. He then lifts himself up and sticks himself inside of me. He thrusts with rough grunts and grabs my torso. "Baby, I - ugh - have a - mhuguh - trick."
As he pulls himself out of me, he puts himself right back in. Then out. Then in. Then out again. Then in once more, quickly moving my body to the side as he does.
"YES DADDY - MMHMMHM UGH..."
He goes to the side of me, his penis still in my ass, and goes into our favorite cuddling position. We are both on our left sides. He thrusts into me and swivels his hips in a perfect motion. Once his parts are no longer visible, he pulls out, and lays flat on his back. As do I.
"How - how was that?"
A - a- am- amazing Scotty."
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"Uhhh..." I say as I stretch. I shut my alarm off. "Fuck. Why are we waking up at five in the morning again, Scott?"
"We have a flight in two hours and you take forever to eat."
"Fair enough," I say as I get up from the bed. I quickly turn around to see a sleepy Scott, and peck his lips before going into the bathroom.
As I walk in, I see Scott's phone, and it pings softly. Being the nosy person I am, I decide to unlock his phone. His password is not very hard and I know it by heart.
opening his phone, another ping vibrates his phone. I see a notification from his messages...
It's Alex.
I click on it, sweating violently.

Alex: Babes I miss you.
Scott: Alex I miss you too but I'm with someone now.
Alex: They don't have to know I'm in your life;)
Alex: Please can we just hookup. I wanna feel something again with us.
Scott: Alex enough I'm with somebody and I'm committed to them.
Alex: Then why do you still have me as a contact? Hmm?;))
Scott: My phone won't let me block you. Now stop before I report you to the police for harassment.

I soon feel like I can no longer read anything. I put the phone down and begin to cry. Scott, even though he wasn't falling for his tricks, was still responding to him. He thinks that was worth his time on Earth. Responding to a cheater and cover-up boyfriend isn't okay.
"Mitch? You okay?" I hear Scott say as I realize I was pretty loud while crying.
"Y - yeah. Fine."
"Mitch..."
"I'm f - fine. I swe - swear."
"Come here. Now. I'm not going to believe you until I see you." My anxious fiancé says. He always worries about me. How adam I going to tell him I was snooping around in his phone?
As I approach the bed, puffy-eyed and red-nosed, Scott becomes more worried.
"Aww, baby... come here. Why are you upset?" Scott asks, his eyes tearing up in the process. I close my eyes and lay down, his arms wrapping around my frame.
"A - Alex."
"You saw the messages he was sending?"
"Y - yeah. I'm so s - sorry."
"Mitch I should be the one saying sorry. I should have never responded in he first place."
I turn, smiling softly before pecking his lips. He smiles, cupping my cheek and rubbing the side of my head up and down with his thumb. We, then, both get up and finish packing small necessities in our suitcases, like our toothbrushes, hair brushes, and shampoo. We share a conditioner bottle with Kirstie on tour.
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"I love you."
"I love you more, Mitch." We whisper as we board our flight. We are going to Japan and I'm super excited!
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"Ahhh, Japan! I love the hotels here!"
"Mitch, stop being so adorable before I make it a crime," Scott jokes. We laugh, laying down in our bed.
"Where is Kirstie? She was supposed to be here by now," I say as Scott's phone rings.
Scott picks up, his face turning from smiley to shocked to sad. A tear rolls down his cheek before he hangs up the phone. I turn to him, concerned and confused. Scott rarely cries.
"Kirstie..."
"What? Scott what the hell happened to her?"
"She... s - she was hi - hit by a dr - drunk dri - v - ver on the way to t- the airport. She was killed on i - impa - c - ct."
The room goes silent. I feel my cheeks burn up, but tears cool them down. I run over to Scott, and we slam into a hug against the wall. We both sob, and hear a knock at the door.
Scott goes to open it, and I latch onto his arm. As we open the door, we see a sobbing Kevin and a red-nosed Avi. We all hug instantly, and they come into our room.
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"What the hell are we supposed to tell our fans?! 'Sorry, Kirstie died, and we have to cancel the tour.'?" Scott says, whimpering. I put my head on his shoulder, rubbing his back up and down, letting him know he needs to calm down. We do that when we get hysterical.
"I don't know. Whoever did this... I'll kill them."
"Avi!" We all shout in unison.
"Sorry, sorry. But, she was like another sister to me. How do you think I should react?"
We all fall silent. Then, and idea pops into my head.
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"Are you sure?"
"Kirstie would understand. She would want us to succeed. I think she will be and would be okay with us replacing her. And, Avi, I'm glad you're back. Thanks for staying with us. Please, don't leave again. We can't lose another member. Sommer was a freaking jerk and couldn't even hit a C2 like you."
"No problem. Guys, we need to stay together. And I think adding her to he band would be what Kirstie would want. She knows we loved her, and still do."
"Kevin, Avi, could one of you call her?"
"Sure. I will, you relax Avi. You need to memorize the music we are singing. It is your first day back."
"She'll never be able to see the wedding."
"She'll never be able to do a lot of things, Scott."