Scomiche Smut (And Sometimes Fluff)

the closet 2

OK SO I JUST HAD A HUGE SCARE BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET TO MY DRAFTS BUT NOW IT'S ALL FIXED SOOOOOOO By popular demand, "the closet) part 2! (The piss one)

This picks up immediately after "the closet" so be sure you read that first!

Feeling particularly daring (and a little dirty), Scott comes up behind Mitch as he's pulling his cock out of his shorts in front of a urinal. Mitch is so focused on his need and task at hand that he doesn't notice Scott, and jerks when he feels his hands rest on his hips. A spurt of piss shoots from his dick and hits the edge of the urinal as he momentarily lets go of his bladder in surprise. Shaky hands, bad aim.

"Wh-what're you doing?"

Scott resists the temptation to dig his fingers into Mitch's sharp, prominent hip bones. He imagines bruises forming on his milky skin and his heartbeat quickens.

"I'm going to—I'm going to hold your dick for you. As you pee." It sounds ridiculous when it comes out of his mouth, but he moves one hand to brush next to Mitch's dick, over his pants. He strokes his inner-thigh through the thin material of his shorts, rubbing circles into the soft, sensitive skin beneath. Scott's cock is completely hard now, pressing up against Mitch's backside. "Is that okay?"

Mitch just moans in response, his cock giving a noticeable twitch in his hands. He nods his head and leans back against Scott, allowing the younger to support him.

Scott shuffles closer, praying no one would walk in, holding Mitch's cock in one hand and leaving the other firmly on his hip. He gives the base of his cock a gentle squeeze and nudges his hips forward. It doesn't take long for Mitch to let go again, Scott giving him a steady aim as urine trickles into the porcelain below. Mitch moans indulgently once more, the erotic sound ringing low in Scott's ears, making them buzz pleasantly. Mitch is pliant in Scott's arms, relaxing against the sturdy pillar of his body and giving himself over to Scott fully. Scott is in control this time, and the rush he gets from the switch in positions is heady.

The stream starts out slow and gradually increases in volume, and Scott keeps his eyes fixed on the golden liquid pouring from Mitch's piss hole as he rubs his hard length in between Mitch's ass cheeks. There's a wet spot growing on his underwear from arousal but he doesn't pay it any mind, intent on getting off as Mitch pees.

He might not finish in time, and he'd rather not come in his pants, so he resorts to simply delighting in the feeling of his cock building up friction as it slides up and presses into Mitch's crack when he rolls his hips into his backside. The back of Mitch's head is resting on his shoulder, and Scott watches over his shoulder with fascination as the line of piss begins to recede. He rolls his thumb over the slick head as the last few drops are released, then shakes Mitch's length lightly as he would his own dick after taking a piss.

Mitch was probably peeing for a full minute, but to Scott, it felt like a lifetime. The pleasure he'd gotten from assisting Mitch had been enlightening, and therefore a little unsettling.

He heads to the sink and washes his hands with soap and water, the slightly oily feel of Mitch's urine still clinging to the skin of his thumb. Scott washes his hands twice for good measure and walks out of the bathroom, still achingly hard but too disorientated to jerk off. It's a new definition to the walk of shame. It's the walk of what could have been – maybe Mitch would have given him another blow job. Maybe Scott just needed to take a breather.

They don't speak about what had transpired between them for a while after that. But it's hard to avoid your best friend when he's study partners you, and you're at one another's house every day...so the two go about their daily lives just as before, except it lingers at the back of Scott's mind whenever he accidentally catches Mitch's gaze and he thinks, It could happen again. If you want it to.

It's about two weeks after they were trapped in the storage closet together that Mitch says something alluding to the event. His voice is casual, but Scott can tell that he's trying to test the waters and see where they now stand.

"We still cool?"

"We're cool," Scott replies, and Mitch's pink lips curve into a small smile. Scott curses that seemingly innocent expression, the same innocuous look that shows on his face when he's sucking Scott's cock.

It's Friday night, but it's raining, which means the two are staying in. They take up residence on Scott's couch in front of the TV with two six packs of soda at their feet, browsing Netflix until they find something to watch that they can both agree on. It's like nothing has changed: sitting next to each other on the couch at ease, with only a bowl of chips between them.

They've downed three drinks each and Mitch had coerced Scott into making Jell-O shots, having snuck some alchohol from the basement, with the promise of not telling their parents about it, so toward the end of the movie they're both tipsy, borderline drunk. The alcohol has done its job loosening their tongues and Scott's mind wanders once again, straying into potentially dangerous territory. He stares at Mitch more than he does the TV screen, his bare legs clad in shorts that ride up his shapely thighs, the light from the TV casting a glowing pallor on his features. Scott thinks about how he had never properly finished that day in the restroom and wouldn't mind picking up where they'd left off.

He concludes that he would very much like to fuck his friend, and he's interested in what else Mitch likes, what else Mitch wants.

Scott tries to keep his tone nonchalant when he gathers the courage to speak his mind, and Mitch's wide brown eyes meet his almost instantly, pupils dilated. Scott probes his mind, the deepest recesses of his thoughts, searching for his darkest desires, to latch onto them and not let go.

He asks him what he's always wanted to do, not entirely expecting a response. However, his wish is granted when he hears Mitch's words spill from numbed lips and immediately Scott's cheeks heat up.

What Mitch tells him isn't going to let him rest tonight. He's going to be thinking about it until it happens, he figures, as they stumble through planning on going through with it tomorrow night. (He'll be thinking about it for another month, at least. Because goddamn, that's hot.)
They're too drunk right now and their feelings may change by morning, but Scott knows that this is what Mitch truly wants – and he'll give it to him. His cock is already stirring in his sweatpants and he's getting hard with anticipation, thoroughly distracted as they futilely try to finish the movie.

Part 3 is coming if I get 5 comments asking for it :)