This story is almost over, its got two more chapters and an epiloge and a lot of the drama will come to its boiling point next chapter but writing is starting to feel like a job... like something I have to do and its just stressful so Idk. I'm definietly going to do what I promised but please just be patient with me.
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“Mitchie, I’ll pick you up at 5:30 and don’t forget to dress nice, it doesn’t have to be too super extravagant though.” Scott was dropping Mitch off so that they could get dressed separately because he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his hands off of Mitch while they got ready. Even though he was the one who had originally wanted to wait for sex, he felt like he was finally ready to share that experience with his Mitch. Seriously ready. Like really ready. Like if Mitch offered he probably wouldn’t be able to resist ready. It was starting to get a bit embarrassing.
Mitch climbed out and walked around to open Scotts door and sit on his lap sideways; fucking lovely. “And I still can’t persuade you to tell me what we’re doing tonight?” Mitch kissed Scott’s neck and the sensation went straight to his… little Scott. All he could do was pray that nothing popped up, literally. Even though Mitch was his boyfriend and they had talked about the fact that he was ready whenever Scott was, that didn’t stop Scott from feeling weird about stuff like that.
“Nope, you can’t. But you can go inside and get dressed to pass the time.” Scott hoped the look on his face was a smirk, he really did, but he was so focused on controlling other parts of his body that he couldn’t really handle facial expressions too. Mitch pouted and Scott couldn’t resist pulling him in for one more kiss, which turned into two more kisses, which turned into a full blown make out session in Mitch’s driveway.
“Seriously guys? Mitch if this is the emergency you texted me about then I don’t know how the hell you expect me to help.” When the hell had Kirstie gotten there? Mitch climbed off of Scott’s lap and wiped his mouth, not even trying to pretend like he wasn’t just kissing Scott like his life depended on it. How on earth was he so confident and cool about stuff like that?
“No girl, pretty sure Scott can tell you I need no help in that department. I need help deciding what to wear because this loser won’t tell me where we’re going. Answer one question, would black jeans work or nicer than that?” Scott grinned, he was glad that he still hadn’t told Mitch what was going on that night, as much as his boyfriend hated surprises he knew it would all be worth it to see the look on his face when he saw what they were doing.
“I think the black jeans you got the other day would work just fine.” Scott couldn’t help but remember the way the jeans hugged Mitch’s legs and ass, it was probably illegal for him to look that hot. “I’m sure Kirstie will be able to help you with the rest and I’ve got to go get ready too. See you tonight, I love you. Bye Kirst.”
“You mean the skin tight jeans I got? I see where you’re going with that and Im all for it mister Hoying.” Mitch leaned over to kiss me one last time and when he pulled back Kirstie rolled her eyes at us, she had been around Mitch way too much. She was picking up his bad habits, sass and all.
“First off, keep it in your pants until I’m no longer around and also, just because you two are a thing you don’t love me anymore Scotty? That’s cool.” She crossed her arms and pouted and I couldn’t help but laugh, she really was acting just like Mitch when he wasn’t getting his way except for there was less yelling.
