September Drabbles

twelve; strong

"Three more, Scott," Mitch muttered in between heavy kisses. He didn't necessarily want Scott to stop, but he also new better than to let him keep going.

"Don't wanna," Scott replied before swooping down to claim Mitch's lips again. Mitch could have completely given in right then and there, but this was exactly what Scott warned about earlier. So instead, Mitch pushed up on Scott's chest until his blue eyes met Mitch's.

"You made me promise."

"But Mitch--"

"Three more." Scott sighed heavily before finally pushing himself back up in the air.

Mitch let his eyes drift down the blonde's torso while he held the position for a moment or two. When he started moving back down, Mitch's eyes fluttered close. A second passed before he felt a pair of lips on his own. By the time he opened his eyes, Scott was already started on the next push-up.

This time, Mitch looked to his right to watch as Scott's flower-covered bicep flexed. He couldn't help but smile watching it, and it it weren't for Scott, he probably would've reached out and squeezed his arm.

Scott cleared his throat to get Mitch's attention, and the moment when he turned back he was rewarded with another peck. The last push-up was done quickly, much faster than his previous ones, but Mitch didn't even think about complaining.

Mitch puckered his lips for a final time, but the next thing he knew, Scott let himself go all the way down to simply lay down on top Mitch. The weight of Scott's body felt glorious to Mitch, that is, until he fully realized what was going on.

"You're sweaty! Get off me!"