Scomiche One Shots

Mishy's Birthday*

A short little one shot based off my new book series "Mishy".

If you haven't read that, it's basically all about Scott being a single dad and Mitch being the nanny that saves his life!
If you have read it, this is set a few years (about 3) after that storyline! Bailey is six. Scott and Mitch are dating (maybe engaged? I haven't decided).

Anyway, enjoy! Leave lots of comments, please and thanks!!

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Scott wakes up with a warmth covering his side, heavier than the duvet covering his body.

It's Mitch, soft and snoring against his side. He looks so content, so sweet with his pretty lashes fanning against the apples of his cheeks. He stirs, shifts to his side and Scott wraps his arms around his slender waist. He's pressed flush against Mitch's back, leans forward to press a warm kiss against the nape of Mitch's neck.

He hears Mitch whine quietly, his body starting to stretch as his head turns around. He's awake, his pretty brown eyes meeting Scott's blue ones.

"'Morning, Scotty."

"Happy birthday, baby." He plants another warm kiss to the underneath of Mitch's jaw, this one wetter.

Mitch lets his hand settle on the arm around his waist, digs his fingernails gentle into Scott's forearm.

He pushes back into Scott's body, his mouth opening in an 'o' when he feels the hardness there.

"Is this my present?" Mitch asks, wiggles his hips against Scott's morning wood.

Scott presses his fingers into Mitch's waist, his hips canting forward. "D'ya want it to be?" Mitch nods, and Scott reaches down to his little briefs, palms him.

He arches his back a bit, lets a breathy whine loose. He lifts his head a bit, tries to glance over Scott at the alarm clock. "What time is it?"

"About five thirty. We've got some time before Bailey wakes up." He pushes his head forward, rubs shamelessly against Mitch's ass.

"Mm," Mitch hums, reaches between them to release Scott his sweats. "Gonna' fuck me for my birthday, Scotty?"

Scott is reaching into their nightstand, lubing up his fingers and stretching Mitch carefully. He whines and squirms on Scott's fingers, his hand reaching up to latch onto Scott's soft blond hair.

It's not long before Scott is wrapped and pushing into Mitch, groaning into his shoulder and pressing open mouthed kisses there. Mitch is mewling quietly, pushing back to fuck himself onto Scott's cock.

Scott remembers the first time they ever had sex, remembers how amazing it had been and how full his heart had felt, glows at how his heart always feels that full whenever he's with Mitch.

He strokes Mitch quickly when he feels his own orgasm approaching and his other hand tilts Mitch's head to his own so he can press their lips together. They both come together, whines muffled in each other's mouth. Scott reaches for their nightstand and grabs their strategically placed box of tissues, wipes them both off and wraps the condom in a dirty tissue before chucking it at their trashcan. He tucks himself back into his sweats and wraps his arms around Mitch who turns to face him.

He presses a gentle kiss to Mitch's cheek. "Happy birthday, Mitchy." He hums, "I love you."

Mitch smiles, "I love you, too."

There's a quiet knock on the door before it's being shoved open, a seven year old stampeding into their room and launching herself onto their bed.

"Mitchy, Mitchy ! It's your birthday!"