Scomiche One Shots

Shower*

Soooo 12 days of masturbation is a thing and I was gonna do it but I think I'll just sprinkle it in here throughout time instead of 12 consecutive days. Here's the first prompt: in the shower.

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Scott trails a hand down his wet, naked torso. His fingers slide down his skin smoothly, only catching on his happy trail before gripping his semi-erect cock. He gives himself a few tugs, meanly quietly in the shower as he fantasizes about Mitch.

Mitch has been away for a week now, longer than they've gone without each other for years, and Scott misses his touch. They'd agreed not to get off without each other, but a desperate and needy phone call last night was all it took for both of them to repeal their previous agreement.

Scott presses a hand to the wall, let's his mouth fall open as he pumps his cock slowly, imagines Mitch in front of him. Mitch would be whining quietly, pushing back and taking his cock so nicely.

Scott closes his eyes, pushes his hip forward into his hand. He's already close, and he'd be ashamed if he hadn't been without Mitch for so long (and if he hadn't been teased last night over the phone).

"Fuck," he breathes, words garbled by the falling water as he thrusts into his hands. He'd used some of Mitch's shampoo. He can smell Mitch and it makes imagining him moaning in front of him so much easier.

"Mitchy," he whines, hips moving faster and heat coiling in his gut.

He's so close, can imagine Mitch taunting him, 'Scotty, c'mon. Fuck me. Fill me up.'

He loses it then, hips stuttering as he comes and paints the shower tile. He's gasping for breath, stroking himself slowly through his orgasm until his cock is painfully soft. He slumps to the side, leans into the shower wall as his body recovers and sighs when he's able to stand steadily. He grabs a washcloth, soaping it up and cleaning himself and the wall. After he turns off the shower, he glances at where Mitch's bath products all should be and bites at his lip at the empty spots.

He plans on a nap, maybe. He knows he just woke up a few hours ago, but Scott is tired and spent. He hopes it'll take his mind off Mitch and allow his body some recovery.

Scott towels himself off, throws on some pajama bottoms and flops into bed, sighing as Mitch's scent overwhelms him.

He misses Mitch.