Tightrope: A Scomiche AU

Chapter Twelve

TRIP DAY THREE

The four all woke up around the same time, and Scott and Coby chose to stay in the hotel room for the day. Mitch and Kirstie planned a spa day and headed down an hour early to grab their breakfast for the day. They sat at the spa, waiting for their appointment to start, so Mitch decided to blog his day, taking a bunch of pictures. He typed a chapter out before they were both called back for their spa day. After their four hour treatment, they got acrylics nails, it being time for lunch. After lunch, they headed to their cabana at the pool after changing into their swimsuits. They ordered their first drink and began to relax for the first time in years.

"We should've done this more often, Kit," Mitch sighed as their drinks came. "You needed this more than I did, basically raising a kid on your own."

"At least he has a father figure when you go now," she shrugged, lifting her drink. "Cheers, Bitch."

"Cheers," he laughed, clinking his glass against hers before they had their first drink. "I want you to split all of my earnings into fifths. You, Scott, Coby, Dad, and Daniela."

"What about your other siblings?" Kirstie raised an eyebrow. "What if they try to dispute it?"

"A lot happened before they put me under the coma," he sighed. "I wrote out a will the minute that they told me I don't have time. When you switched POA, my will was the other papers you signed. You hold Coby's share, on another account, until he is eighteen. He can use it before but only with your consent. Every purchase will be sent to you, and you can decline or accept. I've already made the arrangements. I've already split out my money, and I'll use Scott's account. Once I pass, all of my belongings will be sold and the money will be split amongst you five. You and Scott coown the apartment and can choose whether or not you want to sell it."

"Why are you being so negative about this?!" Kirstie looked over at the man. "You sound like you're giving up."

"I'm not giving up," Mitch shook his head. "I am just preparing for the worst, even if I work towards the best. At this point, it's inevitable, and I just want to be ready. I don't want you guys crying for me when I go. I want you happy that you got to know me at my best. I want you happy that I'm not suffering anymore. I want you to be happy that you all have each other, because sometimes people don't even have that."

"I just can't imagine losing my best friend," she sniffled. "I know Scott and I are getting close, but he isn't you, Mitchie. You've been here through everything, but I'm honored you've given me so many friends through this. I have a son now thanks to you. I have another child on the way. You gave me someone to help me. I thank you for that."

"If anyone, I'd have to thank you for being here when no one else was here," Mitch argued. "Your new bank cards will be ready for you in the airplane when we leave. I will give you Coby's too. Now that we're past the sappy shit, I say we take a dip in the pool."

"We are in swimsuits after all," Kirstie agreed, them two heading to the pool.

~*~

The two walked back to the hotel room, and they were shocked to find it empty. Since it was getting darker, it left them concerned. Mitch tried calling Scott, but Scott's phone rang inside their shared bedroom. Mitch began to go into a panic, Kirstie being the calm one as always, as he called down to the front desk. When they said they hadn't seen the two, both of them began to panic. Neither of them knew what to do as they sat there, trying to decided what to do to find Scott and Coby. As Mitch was about to call the cops, Coby walked in.

"Where the hell were you?!" Mitch yelled, his anxiety through the roof.

"Papa wanted to surprise you," Coby answered. "We just left, and now were back with the surprise. Papa said it's an adult surprise, so he paid for Mommy and me to go learn how to draw. It's time for me and Mommy to go."

"I guess I'll see you later then," Kirstie shrugged and followed Coby out the door, Scott walking in.

"What the hell was that all about?" Mitch squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose in confusion.

"We didn't expect you to be back so soon," Scott explained. "I thought I had more time. I guess I don't. I'll work with what I have already."

"What do you m..." is all Mitch could get out before he was pushed on his bed, music starting through the speakers.

"We haven't had enough time alone since we got here," Scott smirked, stripping down to the fireman costume under his pajamas and pulling out some handcuffs, "and I thought we'd have a little fun."

"Firefighters don't have handcuffs," Mitch bit his lip, looking at the obvious bulge in the other man's briefs.

"And bottom cock sluts don't question their top," Scott argued, "but here you are, questioning me."

"You win Daddy," Mitch moaned out, Scott lifting the other man up and tossing him up against the headboard.

"I always win, sweetheart," Scott growled, crawling up to Mitch and cuffing his hands to the headboard. "You just need to learn that."

"You don't always win," Mitch teased. "There's certainly plenty I won at. I've probably won at giving the most blowjobs."

"You've obviously been out of the closet longer," Scott rolled his eyes.

"You can be in the closet and give blowjobs," Mitch shrugged. "I did it all the time."

"Just shut up and let me fuck you, Damn it!" Scott snapped, ripping the trunks off of the man, gagging him before he could complain. "I have to muffle you anyways. You're one loud motherfucker."

Mitch looked into his lover's eyes, the younger man's face devilishly innocent as Scott kissed down the brunet's body. Mitch whimpered when Scott stopped, but shuddered and moaned when he took the costume off. Mitch stared at Scott's cock, forgetting just how big the blond was, and quivered in pleasure and anticipation.

Scott nibbled at the other man's jaw as he slammed into Mitch, Mitch's screams muffled from the remnants of his swim trunks. Scott found a rough and fast pace and Mitch shuddered as much needed pleasure coursed through his veins. He knew this would probably be his last intimate moment, and he didn't want it to end. Their bodies moved in time as they both felt their climax nearing. With a few more thrusts, they both came undone in unison, Scott collapsing on top of his husband as they both tried to come down from the highest of highs that they ever experienced.

"What possessed you to do this?" Mitch asked after they were able to calm down. "Definitely not complaining or anything."

"Kirstie told me you're preparing for the end," Scott admitted, the air filling with morose. "She told me that you're getting yourself ready to leave this world. I know after this that you probably won't have enough strength to be intimate, so I wanted to make love to you one last time so you die knowing you were loved."

"You're too good to me..." Mitch whispered, falling asleep. Scott smiled lovingly, rearranged them so he was holding onto the  slumbering brunet before falling asleep himself.