As soon as we walk through our shared apartment's front door, Scott is eager to get started. He pins me against the door with his muscular body and kisses me roughly. I unsuccessfully try to push him up and off of me but obviously I'm too weak. His warm, soft, lips leave mine and start trailing up my jawline and down my neck. I can't help letting out a small moan of pleasure. "Scooter... not yet!" I say grabbing his face and kissing him once more. "Awe, no fun time?" Scott says with a quivering lip. "You know I can't handle that face!" He always does that goddamned face to get what he wants with me. I kiss him again to make me feel better for leaving him. "I gotta go to the gym. I'll be back in like and hour and a half." "The gym? On your birthday? Really?" "I know, I know. But....I will have to take a shower when I get home." I say the last part with a wink. "In that case go now! But hurry back!" Talk about eager. I get to the gym and start doing some sit-ups. Whenever I do sit-ups I always close my eyes to prevent the sweat from stinging my eyes. After doing 13 sit-ups I stretch my legs out and open my eyes to see a large bald man looking over me.
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Sorry it's so short. More next time.
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FanfictionScömíche is real and going strong. On Mitch's birthday, Mitch is put in a dangerous situation and Scott risks his life for his boyfriend. Their relationship is unbreakable. Right?
