Seeing Through (Scomiche)

Chapter 6

A/N: First of all, sorry for the wait. I'm really busy these days so you will probably have to wait a couple of days for the updates.  Also, this story reached 1.1k views and I'm SPEECHLESS. Thank you all so much, I never expected this!

Secondly, this is PG13. It's my first attempt, so please be kind. And I apologize in advance for any mistakes, it's almost 6am and I rewrote this part 4 times. 

Here we go.

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Not many words were spoken that night. 

If the first kiss was filled with anger, the others were full of passion, of feelings neither of them ever thought to have for the other one. The alcohol in their body made their movements messy and their minds confused, but there were an excitement hidden in the way their lips couldn't stop to crash together, the way they got closer and closer to each other, almost like they were trying to become one.

Scott couldn't stop himself from kissing Mitch everywhere, biting on his skin not so gently, almost feral. He was still so so angry, replaying the argument of that night in his mind, the mixed up memories of the club, Mitch dancing with some stranger while completely ignoring him all the time, leaving him for almost two days, waiting to apologize, waiting to fix things between them, just waiting for him. His anger just keep increasing when he remembered why they argued at the very beginning, and the thought of Mitch being like this with another man, another man who wasn't Scott, kissing him, marking him, taking him..

He growled and just sucked on Mitch's neck with more intensity, smiling satisfied when he was rewarded with a loud moan from his bestfriend, while his hair were fisted by strong hands. He was already obsessed by the way their bodies were melting against each other, grindind and touching and feeling. 

Mitch didn't seem to be able to keep his hands away from Scott's body. One minute he was pulling his hair, the other one he was stroking his arms, or was tugging at his hips, just wanting to feel that movement that was sending shivers through his entire body. His hands had a mind of their own, exploring every inch of the body pressed against his.

When Scott licked and nibbled his collarbone, his eyes flew open, and he bucked his hips against Scott's, then moved his left hand down, stroking his bulge.  It felt so good, the pressure of Scott's crotch against his hand, the pleasure going straight to his ball$, their lips moving together again, tongues fighting to win each other in an arousing battle without winners nor losers. 

Neither of them was really thinking when clothes started to disappear from their bodies, shirts pulled hastily while they moved carelessly towards the whole apartment, too dizzy from the alcohol and too concentrated to reach the couch, where Scott was pushed on, only seconds after his pants were removed by a very eager Mitch, and he almost protested for not being able to kiss him anymore when he felt a hand stroking him firmly, and a pair of lips brushing against his thigh. 

He didn't even know how he hadn't noticed his boxer being removed, but right now he couldn't care less, not with Mitch's mouth so close to his predicament. When those plush lips, that just moments before had kissed him, started to caress his skin, he put a hand through Mitch's hair, needing the contact, a feeling of fear and guilt and happyness filling his entire being. Then Mitch opened his mouth, letting his tongue dart out and lick his shaft from the base to the tip, and everything was forgotten. 

He closed his eyes and threw his head back while that tongue caressed his d!ck  oh so slowly, getting lost in the feeling when that warm mouth closed around his tip at first and then took him in, inch by inch, and Scott let out a moan, fisting Mitch's hair, bucking his hips, trying to catch his breath, all at the same time. 

Mitch was enjoying the view, his eyes drinking every detail of Scott's face, reading his pleasure right in the way his lips were parted mid-moan, or how he couldn't seem to be able to keep his head still. Every time those blue eyes connected with his, he just sucked stronger, or took him deeper, or licked him almost hungrily, never moving his gaze, even if the only thing he really wanted was to close his eyes and enjoy it, not caring if it was wrong, if they will regret it in the morning. The only important thing right now was the hard c0ck inside his mouth and the throbbing one he had inside his pants. 

He almost lost track of the time until he heard Scott calling his name and pulling his hair, not enough to hurt but enough to make him stop as he was asking. He looked at him and saw him panting, his lips red and swollen from all the times he had bit them. 

"Why ain't you naked?" Scott asked, his voice not louder than a whisper while he pulled Mitch to a standing position and went to work on the buttons of Mitch's pants, eager of having the other man naked and pleading like he had been. It took him only ten seconds to throw away the remaining clothes on Mitch's body and without giving him time to say anything he placed his hands on his a$$, pulled him towards himself and lowered his head, taking him all in one move. 

Mitch would have fell on the ground if it wasn't for Scott, who kept him steady while he worked his c0ck with his mouth, swirling his tongue, nibbling on his skin, sucking on his balls, helping himself with one hand, while the other was gripping one of Mitch's cheek, possessively. It was a sight Mitch would have never thought of have in front of him, but now he wasn't sure if he could ever close his eyes without that image haunting his dreams. 

He was getting too close, he could feel it by the ache in his ball$, and he didn't want it like that. He was too aroused, too frustrated, he wanted to let go and he didn't want to at the same time.

"Scott" he moaned, placing his hand on the blonde's head, his mind fighting between pushing him to just go harder and faster or pulling him to stop. "Scott w-wait.. ah"

"MMmh" was Scott's clever reply, who was enjoying himself too much to listen to Mitch, wanting to ignore him like the brunette boy had done to him for the past two days. 

"S-Scott oh holy shit please you need to st-stop"

Scott just took him deeper, then released him slowly, sucking him all the time, adding a bit of teeth just to tease the sensitive skin. Mitch's moan were music to his ears and right now he really didn't care what Mitch had to say, he didn't want to hear him saying that this was wrong, that they needed to stop.

"If you don't stop it now I-I ah." Mitch took a deep breath, fisting Scott's hair with more strenght. "I won't let you fuck me if you don't stop it right now!"

That did the trick.

Scott almost chocked on Mitch's c0ck and let him out of his mouth, looking at him, bewildered. Despite the alcohol mixing up his senses, the lust that he saw on those brown eyes told him that he had heard right. Until that moment he hadn't thought about him and Mitch in that way, but as soon as he replayed those words, he couldn't get that thought out of his mind. Just thinking about him buried inside of Mitch, their bodies pressed together, his fingers digging on Mitch's hips, his dark hair wild and sticking in hundred directions while he slammed himself against his body..

He groaned loudly and almost knocked him out in his haste to stand up. Mitch saw the lust in those blue eyes and knew that there was not going back now. He pulled Scott against himself, kissing him with what seemed like desperation and let Scott pick him up, lacing his legs around the other's hips, not even recognizing the room they were going into, too busy bucking his hips against Scott's, feeling his hardness against his.