Scomiche One Shots

Scott's*

Ah, the days of masturbation continue...
Shout out to Tiffany ( @tiffanyskals ) for providing this picture and planting this little seed in my head!
Prompt: in someone else's bed

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Mitch flops onto Scott's empty bed. His clothes are thrown about the room, hanging on furniture while he attempts to plan out outfits. He's tired of it, though, lays flat down on Scott's comfy bed instead.

He stares at the ceiling for a bit, thinks about how he'd been spread so nicely out on this bed just a few days ago, Scott hovering above him and ravishing him so sweetly.

Mitch sighs, pulls out his phone and sends a quick 'miss u' text to Scott. He hates when Scott is in Texas, hates how empty this big house feels and how much his heart aches for Scott to come back. He throws his legs up in the air, stretching them toward the ceiling before spreading them wide in a V. He takes a quick picture of himself in the mirror behind him and sends it off to Scott with a sassy emoji before letting his phone fall to his side.

He huffs. Mitch bets they'd be all over each, pulling at each other and nipping at skin as it's bared. He wants to run his hands over Scott's muscles but he settles for sliding a hand teasingly up his own torso, under his hoodie. Scott has said he was allowed to touch himself, and he can't help his urges as he lays in the room he's regularly fucked in.

Mitch pinches gently at a nipple, his hoodie bunched up as he runs his fingers lightly over the skin of his chest. He's always been sensitive there, and he already notices his breath quickening as he teases himself. He takes his time, giving attention to his other nipple as he flattens his right palm along his abdomen. His back is arching subtly, pushing up into his own touch.

He lets out a quiet moan, slipping his left hand from his chest and down his thin torso, reaching the hairs along his lower abs and dipping his fingers into his briefs. He grips his cock, tugs once gently, and moans quietly. This feels all forbidden, touching himself alone like this in Scott's bed, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

He strokes himself quicker, shoving down his underwear hastily with his right hand as his left works to bring him to a climax. He's close already but barely ashamed.

Mitch's right hand moves up to rest by his mouth, fingers dipping between his lips to muffle his moans as he strokes his cock. He's tempted to open himself up, fuck himself with his fingers, but he knows they'll feel nothing like Scott would so he doesn't even bother.

It only takes him minutes before he's coming with a cry of Scott's name, his back arching as he coats his tummy with wet heat. He takes rapid breaths, hand squeezing and milking his sensitive cock as he comes down from his high. He groans when he finally lets go, grimacing at the mess of come on his hand and abdomen. His right hand is covered in his own saliva.

He pushes up onto his elbows with a sigh, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to make quick work of wiping off his come before he stands and heads to the bathroom. He takes his phone along, sends Scott a text from his bathroom with a photo of him clad in only his hoodie and sex hair with a devilish smirk.

'thinking of u'