The Lexes

Chapter Six: Dead Girl Walking

When Lexi left Wes' house, she stopped by the closest gas station, changing back into Mitch. He fixed his hair the best an intoxicated person could and walked back out, buying a bottle of Mountain Dew. He walked out and began to try walking home. He found himself lost as he walked aimlessly. He knew he was good as dead, and he wish he could just change his name an move across the country. He was aware that obviously couldn't happen, but he wanted to dream. Suddenly, he saw a light at a house, seeing the man on his mind through the window.

He walked up into the yard, finding a way to sneak into the man's house. He was high, drunk, and horny as hell, and the tank top clad blond didn't make things easier. He finally found a ladder, deciding to use the porch roof to get into the open window. When he saw it was unlocked, and that Scott was laying on his bed, so Mitch opened up the window and hopped in, Scott looked and got up, walking to the man.

"What are you doing here in my room?" Scott scrunched his face in confusion.

"Shut the fuck up, Scotttttyyyy," Mitch slurred, getting closer to the blond. "Alex basically told me that I committed social suicide. I am basically dead on Monday. So tomorrow, I am getting like three weeks of work, but for now. I want to ride you until I break you."

"That still doesn't explain how you got in my window," Scott shook his head, but he couldn't deny the sexual frustration the other man caused him.

"I found a fucking ladder," Mitch smirked. "I climbed up a fucking ladder because I want you. I want you right fucking now. Now shut up and take your pants off."

"Wait what?" Scott raised an eyebrow, trying not to get too close to Mitch... emotionally, and give into the man.

"I will be all yours tonight, Daddy," Mitch moaned, pushing the other man onto the bed and getting on his lap. "I know you want me, I can tell you do. Look, I am drunk, horny, and pissed as fuck. I want you. I want you to give into me. I wouldn't come to you if I didn't think you were a fucking gorgeous man, and I know you tell me that you're emotionally numb. I don't think you're completely heartless. There's a good heart somewhere hidden in all of that slushee. I know there is. I get it. The world is fucking cruel, but that's out there. We are the only ones in there. Keep the cruelty locked out there, Scotty. Let's make this night fucking beautiful!"

"Fuck it!" Scott growled, finally attaching their lips.

Mitch kissed back and they moved their lips hungrily to the rhythm of Scott's dad's 80s radio station. Mitch began to feel around, finding the hem of the other man's tank top. He pulled away long enough to pull the thin piece of fabric off, tossing it to the side before their lips met once more. Scott ripped the t-shirt off of the Italian as Mitch began to grind his hips down against the other man's crotch, practically begging for more. Mitch got up long enough to rid them both of pants, one last piece of clothing keeping them from being completely exposed to each other.

"You're a very persistent boy," Scott breathed out once Mitch hopped back on his lap. "Why did you pick me? How did you find me? What made you do all of this? I am tired of being used without my permission. You, you can use me all you want, Daddy."

"I think you broke my bed a little bit," Scott laughed.

"Well I think we should fucking trash this damn thing," Mitch growled. "I want this bed destroyed by time I am done with you."

"As long as you buy a new one for me," Scott smirked, but grew serious when he saw Mitch's face. "I am definitely serious about you buying me a new bed."

"I will bring you one of mine," Mitch shrugged, ripping the other man's briefs off of him. "You're fucking huge!"

"I hope that's a good thing," Scott laughed yet again.

"It is definitely a good thing," Mitch let down his guard for a couple seconds, as if he was sober, but then that dominant man came back. "I hope you drank some caffeine while at 7/11. I will be riding you hard and fast. You better keep up."

"O-okay," Scott squeaked out, still confused but really enjoying it.

"You need to get ready, Scotty," Mitch demanded, Scott sitting up a little bit.

"Okay I get it!" Scott snapped, only to get slapped on the face as Mitch took his own briefs off. The sensual sting of the slap radiated through his body, so when Mitch lowered himself onto the blond's cock, Scott was very close the edge at that moment.

"Pull my hair and stroke my cock," Mitch continued with the demands. "No more running your mouth with silly questions. Just fucking move with me. Rock me until I scream your name."

Scott obliged, and Mitch began moving his hips, They were both in complete ecstasy as they moved in a fast and rough rhythm. Scott grabbed the other man's cock, and roughly tugged at the same rhythm as their rocking. Mitch was obviously close, so Scott picked up the pace until the other man released all over them both, with the scream of the blond's name. A few bounces later, Scott filled the brunet up with a line od swear words. Once they were calmed down, Scott took Mitch to the bathroom, washing both of them and letting the Italian borrow some pajamas. He took Mitch to the other room, them both getting in the bed. They cuddled up and quickly fell asleep.