Need (Scomiche)

Two

Mitch whines softly as he feels Scott's fingers digs tightly into the bony flesh of his hips. He rolls his hips down before lifting up. He's been prepped and he's ready for Scott's thick cock - he's been ready since he and Jackson had called him last week.

One of Scott's palms lands on his ass, a loud smack ringing through the otherwise quiet room and a sting resonating through Mitch's veins.

"Yeah, that's it. Grind that ass down on my cock," Scott breathes, head tilting until he's looking over at Mitch's fiancé. "Like that? Like watching him get all hard and slutty on my cock?"

Mitch watches for Jackson's reaction, moans and swivels his hips as his fiancé bites at his lip and nods, hand groping the bulge of his pants.

Scott grunts, lifting Mitch until he's hovering, eyes trailing down Scott's stomach until they've landed on his pretty cock, leaking onto his abs. Mitch watches with hooded eyes as Scott wraps himself and coats his cock with a healthy amount of lube. He teases himself along Mitch's hole, smirking at the pretty moan that Mitch lets loose.

"Please," Mitch breathes, his thighs shaking as he holds himself up. He's already strung so high, and all he's done is grind pathetically in Scott's lap. "Please, Scott."

"Yeah? Want my cock, sweet thing?" He hums, grabbing Mitch's hip with his free hand and easing him down, forcing Mitch down onto his cock.

Mitch lets out high-pitched whines, biting at his lip and delighting in the sting and the stretch of Scott's thick cock. "Yes, yes, that's it!" Mitch whimpers once he's settled down on Scott's lap, his cock brushing his prostate. "Oh god, you're fucking big."

Scott laughs, his hands returning to Mitch's waist and sliding along his sides. He guides Mitch up slowly, grunting as Mitch pushes up on shaky thighs.

"Oh," Mitch coos as he drops back down, impaling himself on Scott's cock before starting a slow pace. He moves slowly, pushing himself up and dropping down, and then it's not enough, and he's going faster, bouncing up and down on Scott's cock and mewling at the feel of being so completely filled.

"Fuck, yes. That's it, fuck yourself on my cock." Scott hisses, palming Mitch's ass and thrusting up with each of Mitch's downward hip movements.

It's enough to draw a high squeal from Mitch and force him forward, his hands finding purchase on Scott's chest as he rides Scott as quickly as his tired legs allow. He's grateful for Scott's own participation, each thrust pounding into his prostate at this new angle and sending sparks through his veins.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, Scott, yes!" He screams, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Scott's chest. He's panting, and he feels his head lolling from side to side as he bounces on the most fucking glorious cock he's ever had, and then he sees the engagement ring on his left finger, and Scott slaps his ass and whispers something dirty, and Mitch is coming.

He coats his and Scott's stomach with wet heat, and Scott just keeps fucking him through his orgasm, whispering dirty praises to him. Mitch collapses onto Scott's chest, breath shaky. He's surprised he doesn't fucking pass out - he doesn't remember ever coming so hard, and it's the second time Scott's gotten him undone untouched.

Eventually, Scott's hips still and he fills the condom with his own come, panting heavily before pulling out. He pets Mitch's head, smoothing a hand through his hair sweaty hair.

Mitch hums, turning his head and peeking through heavy lids over to the side of the room. Jackson sits with a hand in his pants, chest heaving as he watches Mitch and Scott.

Scott slides a finger down along Mitch's spine and Mitch almost relaxes into the touch - it feels so natural to - but he can't tear his eyes away from Jackson.

"You okay, babe?" Mitch asks gently, pulling his lip between his teeth.

"Yeah," Jackson breathes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pulls his hand out from his pants. "You feeling good?"

Mitch giggles, nuzzling into Scott's warm chest absentmindedly and nodding his head. "Yep," he smiles.

Mitch's eyes close for a moment - or maybe more than that, he doesn't know - and then the weight under him is shifting. When he lifts his heavy lids, he realizes Scott is trying to move, trying to get out from under him. He looks over to Jackson, who's standing and adjusting himself, and Mitch guesses he missed some sort of cue or unsaid message where they both agreed Scott's time was up. Mitch almost wants to whine as Scott gently slips him onto the mattress and off of his warm chest. Actually, he thinks he does because Jackson is at his side immediately.

"You okay?" He asks. He tries to meet Mitch's eyes but all Mitch notices is Scott pulling on his bottoms behind his fiancé's form. "Baby?"

Mitch shakes himself out of it, nodding and figuring out a lie - because the last thing he wants is to admit he just really wanted to snuggle with Scott.

"I'm okay," Mitch hums. "Just a little tender - and cold. A little cold, too."

Jackson smiles, running a hand through Mitch's hair. "I'll go grab something for the pain, some water, and then I'll climb right in here and make sure you're warm."

"Okay," Mitch says softly. "Thank you."

Jackson nods, standing and retreating to their kitchen, leaving Scott and Mitch alone for the first time.

"Sorry," Scott says quietly. "I would've been gentler if I'd known you were so sore."

"What?" Mitch says dumbly. "Oh, yeah, it's okay. You just gave my ass a little workout." Mitch laughs softly. He leans up onto his elbows, wincing as he does feel a bit tender down below - that's new - and watching as Scott covers up his pretty body.

"We'll see you again, right?" Mitch says, and then he realizes how desperate he sounds, and he almost wants to take it back.

Scott laughs, "yeah, if you guys are that into cuckolding."

"My fiancé is into the cuckolding. I'm into you." Mitch realizes his mistake as Scott tenses, his face paling. "Wait - fuck. I didn't mean-"

Scott shakes his head with a gentle smile on his lips. "It's okay, Mitchy." The pet name has Mitch swooning a little. "You'll see me again, don't worry." Scott moves close, pressing his lips to Mitch's forehead and smoothing back his hair. He pulls always before Mitch can react, and Jackson is back in the room before Mitch has the chance to say anything.

"Thank you, Scott." Jackson says, settling a water bottle and some pills into Mitch's hands. "Really. I know what we asked of you is a really weird request, and you keep doing it for us. So, thank you."

Scott smiles, pretty and bright. "Sure thing. I should probably get going. Just call me if you guys are ready for round three."

Jackson nods, "we will."

"Okay," Scott shuffles nervously. "Bye Jackson," and then, peeking around Jackson's form, he waves to Mitch. "Bye Mitchy."

Much waves back, settling the water bottle onto the nightstand as Scott leaves, and burrowing under the covers to alleviate the chill in his body.

It's only a few moments before Jackson is settling in beside him, pulling Mitch close to him and holding him.

And all Mitch can think as he closes his eyes, is that Scott was warmer.