the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

swimming

the only reason i'm writing this is i made a new book based off of dearly beloved like a few of you requested and i felt bad publishing an author's note without a one-shot so that's why it's short and gross

so yeah go read it if you want i guess

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"Come on, Scotty!" Mitch squealed, pulling his boyfriend's hand impatiently towards the pool. As soon as they got close enough, Mitch jumped into the water, and Scott followed soon after.

Mitch was laughing when they came up for air, and Scott couldn't help but smile at his adorable boyfriend. "You're so cute," he teased, splashing him. Mitch gasped and wiped his eyes before water could get in them, glaring at Scott with all the hatred he could muster. "You. Did. Not," he whispered, but Scott just smirked and met his eyes. "I did." Mitch made a noise that was something like a growl, and he quickly jumped onto Scott, wrapping his arms and legs around him. "You have to carry me now."

"Please. That's not going to be hard. Out of water, you weigh two pounds, and right now you literally weigh nothing."

Mitch smirked mischievously and met his eyes. "It's easy until I do... this!" He began tickling Scott's sides, and Scott began to laugh loudly. "Stop it!" he commanded, but Mitch was relentless.

Scott knew he could easily overpower his tiny boyfriend, hut he wanted to let him have his fun.

Eventually, however, Scott got fed up and pressed him against the side of the pool, bringing his wrists over his head. "I don't like being tickled, Mitchy," he whispered, tugging at his earlobe with his teeth. Mitch shivered underneath him, goosebumps rising on his skin. "The feeling is mutual," he tried to shoot back, but his voice was soft and shaky as Scott began trailing kisses down his neck. Scott hummed in acknowledgement, nibbling on Mitch's sweet spot. "I think you might need a punishment, hm?"

Mitch's heart beat faster in his chest, and he was so distracted by the feeling of Scott's lips on his neck that he didn't notice Scott had released his arms. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Scott whispered, sucking gently on his sweet spot to mark him. Mitch let out a breathy moan and tilted his head to the side, and Scott took that as his opportunity.

With a loud shriek, Mitch began flailing his limbs in a desperate attempt to get away from Scott's tickling fingers. "Stop! Please!" he cried, even as laughter left his lips. Scott grinned and refused. "Never."

Eventually, Scott stopped tickling his boyfriend and instead chose to connect their lips. Mitch relaxed into the kiss and reciprocated it, wrapping his arms around Scott's neck. Slowly, Scott licked his way into Mitch's mouth and explored gently, his hands roaming his body. Mitch moaned softly when he felt Scott's hand slip into his bathing suit and begin to stroke him slowly. "Fuck," he whispered against his lips, arching his back into his hand. Scott smirked slightly and moved his hand faster.

Soon, Mitch's body was tensing up and a steady stream of curses left his lips as he released. Scott grinned and stepped back away from him, rinsing his hand off in the water. "I love you."

Mitch rolled his eyes and fixed his hair, even though his hands were shaking. "I love you too."