Letterman (Scomiche)

Cocoa

Well hello! I'm posting this as is, because it's been in my drafts forEVER. Hope you enjoy it? Also a bit mature.

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They're covered in snow.

Mitch shakes his shoes off by the door, urges Scott to do the same. Their teeth chatter as they shrug out of their cold coats, scarves, and mittens. Mitch leans up to kiss Scott, his hands reaching up to play with the ball at the top of his hat.

"You start the movie, I'll go start the cocoa," Mitch says, rubbing their cold noses together before reluctantly pulling away from Scott.

Scott smiles, pulling off his hat and heading toward the living room as Mitch goes to make their hot beverage. They meet up in the living room, and Mitch sets the mugs down on the coffee table before settling down on the couch next to Scott. He's shamefully grateful that his parents won't be home for hours when he presses into the comfortable warmth of Scott's side. He wonders how Scott got so warm so quickly, considering his own toes and hands are still frosty.

They drink their cocoa, snuggled together under a blanket. Mitch throws his legs over Scott's and settles against him in a position that should be uncomfortable but is ridiculously the opposite. It's mostly quiet, the only sound other then the television disturbing the silence when Mitch presses his cold toes into Scott's side, earning him a gasp and scolding.

"Baby," Mitch whispers. The movie is more than halfway over, their hot cocoas empty and abandoned on the coffee table.

"Yeah?" Scott hums, eyes trained on the television.

Mitch squints his eyes, lip jutting out in a pout. He sighs, leaning closer to Scott until he can graze his lips along his earlobe. "Baby."

Scott's eyes widen and he turns his head, faces close now. He swallows, Mitch notices.

Mitch feels bold, swings his leg over Scott's waist and moves until he's settled in Scott's warm lap. His cheeks are burning. Normally Scott is the one to initiate... things.

"Baby, I..." Mitch trails off, confidence failing him now as Scott looks at him. Mitch worries at his lip, hands sliding nervously up and down Scott's biceps. He had intended his touches to be sensual, but anxiety is creeping in now.

Scott smiles sweetly, resting his hands on Mitch's hips and leaning toward his boyfriend. He presses their foreheads together gently, and Mitch keeps his eyes focused down and away from Scott's heavy gaze.

"Where's my brave boy? He was here just a second ago," Scott jokes softly. One of his hands slides soothingly up and down the curve of Mitch's waist. "You don't need to be nervous, Mitchy. It's just me."

Mitch smiles, takes a deep breath, and then tentatively leans forward to capture Scott's lips with his own. His hands cup Scott's jaw, slide down to rest on his neck as they taste each other lazily. He hums into Scott's mouth when he feels his fingers pressing firmly into the skin of his hips, squeezing. Mitch rocks experimentally, and he delights in the pretty gasp Scott let's loose into his mouth when they press together. Big palms spread over Mitch's ass, squeezing and pulling Mitch closer. Scott uses his grip to roll Mitch's hips into his, pushes up and moans quietly at the delicious friction.

Mitch breaks their kiss, panting quietly as he continues the deep grind that Scott had set. His breath fans over Scott's lips when they're this close, and he's locked onto Scott's eyes as they both moan and mewl, breaths heavy and intense between them.

Scott's fingers dig harshly into the softness of Mitch's bottom, and Mitch's breath hitches. He throws his head back a bit, smooth neck now bared to Scott. Scott wastes no time in devouring his boyfriends pretty skin, pressing sloppy kisses along his jaw and neck, traveling below to his collarbone. Scott is careful not to leave visible marks, only sinks his teeth in once he's pressed below Mitch's collar.

"Scott," Mitch sighs blissfully, fingers twisting into Scott's soft hair. His hips speed up as his neck is left sloppy and wet. Scott laves his tongue over Mitch's collarbone, sucks lightly. "Yes, there."

Mitch feels Scott smile against his skin as he continues peppering his neck with kisses, hands fondling as they grind against each other.

"Baby," Scott breathes, pulling away and pressing a gentle kiss to Mitch's nose. "Feel good?"

Mitch nods, a sated smile tugging across his lips. "Will you..." he bites at his lip, blush tinting his cheeks. "Will you touch me?" He swallows, "please?"

Scott smiles, kissing at Mitch's jaw again. He maneuvers one of his hands between their bodies, pressing his palm into the bulge of Mitch's arousal. "Like this, baby?"

Mitch moans quietly, hips pushing naturally toward Scott's warm touch. His head falls forward, nuzzling into the crook of Scott's neck.

"Yes," he whispers. "More. Please."

Scott touches him, hums as Mitch moans from the warmth of Scott's palm on him. He stays rolling his hips, whining for more contact. Mitch pants into Scott's neck, letting one of his hands slip down and slide under Scott's shirt. He feels his stomach, fingers ghosting over his belly and bites his lip as he feels Scott's muscles clench and tighten under his touch.

"My strong man," Mitch sighs happily. "Show me what you can do, quarterback."