Scomiche Smut (And Sometimes Fluff)

Scars

✂️Warning: reference to self harm,
(Also obviously a smut warning)

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Mitch stared at his body in the mirror. The light scars that dashed along the tops of his thighs were fading but it’d still be a while until his skin was perfect again.

Though he had imagined this moment many more times than he’d like to admit, he didn’t think he’d be so nervous.

Mitch, having just showered, dried himself off and pulled on a pair of Scott’s boxers along with his long sweat pants.

“Scott?” Mitch called from inside the bathroom. “Should I… Do you want me to do my hair or something?” He ran a hand through his short black hair.

The older boy laughed,
“It’s just gonna get messed up anyway.”
“Oh...heh, I think I’m ready then.” Mitch stated, more to himself than Scott.

“Well come on then Mitchy, the wait is killing me.”
Scott chuckled as he closed his laptop and put it on his nightstand.

Scott had been waiting patiently for Mitch to be ready. Being the perfectionist he was, Mitch had to make sure everything was perfect because this was him and Scott’s first time having sex together, and Mitch’s first time in general.

Everything was perfect. Well...almost perfect.
Mitch ran a hand over the fabric that covered his scarred thighs.
Everything could go perfectly if Mitch just made sure Scott didn’t see or feel the scars on his legs. Scott didn’t know those were there. Mitch had stopped self harming shortly after they had started dating, he just...didn’t need to do it anymore. And here they were, in love, about to make love for the first time, it’d been a while since Mitch last hurt himself. He knew the scars were only a few short weeks away from basically disappearing, and he hoped Scott would never have to know he did this to himself in the first place. Mitch felt sick just thinking about what would happen if he knew.

Scott would think he’s a freak, and not in a good way either. He would feel completely disgusted looking at Mitch’s horribly imperfect body.

Scott would realize someone like Mitch wasn’t worth his time.

Mitch had all these strategies he’d thought up to make sure Scott didn’t find out about these scars.

Keep the room pitch black,
make sure he moved Scott’s hands so they didn’t wander to the tops of his legs,
get them into a position that kept Scott’s hands away from his lower half entirely,
and several other factors that had been thought through.

“Miiitchyy?” Scott whined impatiently.
Mitch took a deep breath, “Okay, I’m ready.”
He opened the bathroom door and came out slowly.

“Don’t be so nervous, please. I know it’s your first time and everything, but I’ll make sure this is perfect for you, okay? I’ll do this right and if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to stop than it’s okay I-”

“Scott, it’s okay. I get it,”
Mitch smiled as he moved to stand next to the bed.
Scott smiled back at him and grabbed the tenor's hips, rolling him onto the bed and under himself. Scott straddled Mitch and leaned forward to kiss him slowly, getting themselves all worked up.

Mitch broke away from the kiss, “Will you…um,” he pointed at Scott’s lamp.
Scott sat up on Mitch’s hips, biting his bottom lip. He felt a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to see Mitch at all throughout this but he knew Mitch could be a quite insecure about his body, so he respected his boyfriend’s request by turning off the light.
He silently wished that one day he’d be able to do this with enough light to see Mitch while they did it.
He wanted to see the way his touch effected his boyfriend, to see his face throughout the various feelings of pleasure, to see Mitch’s body moving with his own.