Ride or Die (Scomiche Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Pentatonica? Pentatonic? Pentatonix?

Mitch’s POV

I woke up naked next to Scott a few hours later. His body was on top of mine, and it was like a blanket of warmth that I never wanted to lose.

“I love you,” I whispered into his chest.

“Right back at you,” Scott said full-volume, scaring the life out of me. I let out a small yelp.

“You scared me!” I yelled, pushing him playfully.

“You know what’s scary?” Scott smiled seductively and started sucking on my neck.

“Mmm?” I moaned, reveling in the feel of his tongue against my skin.

“How good you’ve gotten in bed in these past couple of months,” He traveled back up the crease in my neck, until he reached my mouth. I kissed him momentarily before sitting up, our brand new, fluffy comforter covering the lower half of me.

“So, about the idea of becoming a band?” I pulled Scott up to my level, rubbing his back as he settled in next to me.

“I think it’s perfect. Kevin and Avi live together a block or so away from here, and they just sit at home all day now that they’ve graduated. That’s us, a beatboxer, a bass, and what about Kirstie?” Scott asked.

“She’s trying to finish out senior year, but she said she usually just skips. I was her only friend and now that I’m gone, she said she’s alone, sad, and bored. It’ll be easy to pull her into the group. We adding anyone else?” I pulled the blankets over my shoulder and snuggled into Scott.

“Nah. We’d just be adding a stranger, and it wouldn’t work as well. Five’s good, should I call them?” Scott’s hands rubbed my chest and slowly traveled downward.

“Right now?” I whined, pushing Scott’s agonizingly slow-moving hands faster down to my crotch area.

“Well, well, someone’s thirsty, huh?” He started rubbing my length faster, giving me a mini-handjob.

“Extremely,” I breathed leaning in for a kiss.

“Well you’ll have to wait until tonight, naughty boy,” Scott move his head so that I kissed his cheek, and he stopped rubbing completely.

“You’re such a tease,” I groaned, throwing the covers off both of us and going to get clothes.

“Nice ass!” Scott whistled appreciatively as I walked to the wardrobe a few feet away.

“Still teasing,” I laughed, pulling on blue boxers. Over those, I put on black skinny jeans and a black sweatshirt that read ‘Rolling Stones’ in white letters. I grabbed black boxers, light-washed denim jeans for Scott and a red t-shirt, but when I turned around, he was standing within arms distance from me, rubbing himself.

“Hey,” he said in a lower voice than usual.

“Put on some clothes you Wannabe Chippendale!” I giggled, blushing at the sight of something so erotic. I tossed the clothes over his package to keep me from getting too turned on.

When both of us were dressed, I poured both of us a glass of coffee from the kitchen. I handed Scott his Cookie Monster mug as I drank out of my Elmo one.

“Yo, Avi,” Scott said into his phone. “Can you and Avi come over in 5? Mitch and I have this idea and we need y’alls help. Yeah? Cool, see ya.”

I laughed into my coffee.

“What?” Scott asked, confused.

“You go all ‘bro’ when you talk to them,” I sat in Scott’s lap, running my fingers through his hair.