Letterman (Scomiche)

Love

*MATURE*

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Mitch lets Scott usher him into his car, closing the door for him before making his way into the driver's seat. The whole ride to the little hotel is silent, both boys' veins thrumming with pent up energy and excitement. It's happening. After one of the most magical dances Mitch has ever been to he's going to lose his virginity.

He rubs his sweaty palms onto his pants, biting at his lip as Scott parks the car. Everything happens in an excited blur - Mitch is guided out of the car, they're at the front desk, Scott gets the key to the room he'd reserved for them. There's a short elevator ride up to the seventh floor, and then Mitch is being led down a narrow hallway with his boyfriend's hand held tightly in his own. His palm is on fire where Scott holds it.

"Okay," Scott breathes, the keycard hovering by the door slot. "I know this might not be much - you deserve so much more." He pulls Mitch into his side, pressing his lips to Mitch's temple before slipping the card into the key slot and pushing open their hotel door.

Mitch gasps, his hand falling from Scott's as he rushes into the room. The warm lights and white sheets in the luxe room are almost enough to steal his breath away, and then he notices the scattering of rose petals, the trail to the bed, and the few that lay elegantly on the fluffy white duvet.

"Scott," he whispers, his bottom lip quivering as he takes in the pretty scene. "How did you - how could you-?"

"I called before prom and they agreed to do the setup if I was willing to pay the difference - which of course I was."

Mitch glances around at the small television, the big window looking over the town, the small bathroom by the closed entrance door.

"This must've cost a fortune, Scotty."

Scott shrugs, slowly pulling off his tuxedo jacket and throwing it over the back of the arm chair in the corner. "It's okay, baby. I had plenty saved up from the summer."

Mitch gnaws at his lip, stepping toward Scott and linking his arms around his neck. He pulls him around, kissing at his jaw once they're facing.

"You're so good to me," Mitch murmurs, his hands beginning to wander. He feels Scott's strong arms loop around his waist and smiles into the soft, lingering kiss Scott presses to his lips.

"I love you," Scott says. "I want you."

"You have me," Mitch whispers, his hands tangling in Scott's soft hair to pull his lips down to his. They kiss, softly, just the press of lips against one another, but Scott pulls Mitch closer, one of his hands reaching up to cup Mitch's cheek. It has Mitch's head tilting back, his mouth opening, and then the fire is lit, both pushing clothes off with a fervor and intense need like never before.

Scott guides Mitch down onto the plush hotel bed, settling himself in between Mitch's thin legs, spreading them as he lowers himself down to trail his lips along Mitch's jaw. Mitch's suit jacket has been discarded, his shirt unbuttoned. He runs his hands down Scott's naked torso, palms memorizing the soft skin and the dips of Scott's spine as their lips meet again.

Mitch arches his back when he feels Scott smooth his hands down his sides, dipping into the front of his suit pants. He's so distracted by the kisses being pressed to his lips that he doesn't realize that Scott already has his pants unbuttoned until he's being urged to lift his hips. He's glad he wore his cute blue briefs because Scott leans back, biting at his kiss-swollen lips as he admires Mitch beneath him.

"You look so beautiful," Scott says, pushing Mitch's shirt off his chest and running his fingers down Mitch's sternum.

"So do you," Mitch breathes, his own hands sliding up Scott's forearms, gripping his strong biceps and resting on his shoulders. "Scott," Mitch says softly, his hands slipping down to rest on the waistband of his tuxedo pants. "I'm ready, baby."

Scott swoops in for another kiss, licking into Mitch's mouth before pulling away. Mitch watches as Scott steps off the bed, peeling himself out of his tuxedo pants, biting at his lip as he tugs his boxers down. Mitch follows his steps, slipping out of his tight briefs and throwing them and his shirt somewhere on the floor. He waits, lounging impatiently on the bed as Scott rummages through their overnight bag, pulling some lube and a condom out.

Scott climbs back over Mitch, pressing a kiss to his forehead and gathering the bottle of lube in his hand.

"I - I don't know how to do this," Scott whispers, a cute pink tinting his cheeks. Mitch sits, up rubbing his thumb along Scott's red shame, kissing his nose.

He grabs the lube, smiling, "don't worry. I know." Mitch bites at his lip as he settles down onto his back again, spreading his legs and lubing up his fingers. Scott watches intently, his eyes following Mitch's fingers as it teases his hole before pushing in. Mitch gasps softly, pushing in and slowly easing the digit in and out, stretching himself slowly.

Scott stares, running his hand absentmindedly along Mitch's thigh as he enters another finger, scissoring slowly and moaning quietly at the stretch. Mitch whimpers quietly as he curls his fingers, watches as Scott's cock leaks.

"I wanna' try," Scott breathes. His voice is croaky, raw, and Mitch pulls his own fingers out, smiling as he watches Scott coat his own fingers in lube. "Just - let me know if I hurt you?"

"You'll be fine, baby," Mitch smiles, leaning up to pull Scott down so that he's hovering over him again. "Just go slow."

Scott does as he'd seen Mitch do, his finger circling Mitch's rim before teasing it in slowly. Scott's fingers are thicker and longer than Mitch's, and it's a nice stretch that leaves Mitch gasps, his hands gripping the sheets where they rest.

Scott just fingers Mitch slowly, pushing his single finger in and out slowly, experimentally curling it until Mitch quietly asks for another. Scott adds the second more confidently, scissoring them like Mitch had and smiling proudly when he curls them and elicits a breathy moan from Mitch.

"Scotty," Mitch coos, his toes curling as his cock leaks precome onto his stomach. "Please, make love to me."

Scott nods, his fingers slipping out of Mitch as he hurries to wrap himself. He adjusts his position until he's hovering over Mitch completely, a hand planted at either side of Mitch's head. Mitch wraps his legs around Scott's waist, his arms slipping around Scott's back, his fingers resting along Scott's spine.

"I love you," Scott whispers, lining up and slowly pushing in. He swallows up Mitch's whimpers with his mouth, pressing wet kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his nose. He kisses Mitch until he's buried deep inside him.

"Scott," Mitch moans softly - desperately. "I love you."

Mitch wiggles his hips then, as Scott presses his lips to Mitch's temple, and his fingernails dig red crescent moons into Scott's pale back. Scott takes this as a cue to move, slowly drawing his hips back and then forward, earning quiet moans from Mitch. 

Scott starts a slow pace, maintains that, drawing out and pushing back in. He loves the way Mitch pulls him closer with every slow thrust, and Scott is so close to coming when he realizes that he can feel every breath Mitch pants out.

"I love you," Mitch coos, his legs tightening around Scott's waist.

"Mitchy," Scott grunts, "I love you - I can't - I'm not gonna last long, baby."

"S'okay," Mitch murmurs, reaching between them and tugging at his own abandoned cock. "I'm close, Scotty."

Scott groans, his thrusts staying slow as he makes love to Mitch. He feels his veins heating, a fire coiling in his gut and he leans forward to bury his face into Mitch's neck. His thrusts are more erratic and his angle has changed with this new position and Mitch's fingernails are digging painfully into his back.

"Oh, Scott!" Mitch gasps, "there. Oh, baby." Mitch whimpers, his back arching. "Gonna' come, Scotty. Oh, please," he moans, throwing his head back and clawing at Scott's shoulder as he coats his stomach with white heat.

"Mitch," Scott gasps, hips stuttering as he comes himself. He rolls his hips shallowly as his orgasm wracks his body before collapsing to his side, half on Mitch.

They both lay there, panting quietly as they come down from their highs, until the need for affection and intimacy is too much and Mitch scoots toward his boyfriend, curling his body into Scott's side.

"I love you," Mitch murmurs, smiling nuzzling into Scott's warm body.

"Love you, Mitchy."