I Promise - Scömìche

Chapter Seventeen: Sex and Results

--SMUT WARNING--

Third Person POV

Scott and Mitch have been in LA for two years now. They live in a small apartment about two blocks from a Starbucks, so they now walk there every morning. Mitch is doing amazing with his career, and Scott works with Mitch. He helps at the venues for his concerts. But when there aren't tours, he works at the mall. Tour is coming up, and Mitch decided to get tested soon any disease. But that was tomorrow, and tonight was their only free night for awhile, so they decided to make the best of it.

"Mitch, can you come in here?"

Mitch gets off the sofa and walks to Scott's room to see him in only his boxers.

"What should I wear for your show on Friday?"

"I think what you have on is pretty great." Mitch says, winking.

"Oh, do you now?" Scott says, smirking, walking up to Mitch. He wraps his arms around Mitch and starts to kiss his neck. Mitch starts to palm Scott, and Scott's breathing starts to hitch. "Mitch, I--"

"Tell me what you want." he whispers into Scott's ear.

"I want you. I want all of you." 

"Get ready." Mitch says, smirking, and walking to the bathroom. He shuts the door. A couple seconds later, he walks out to see Scott on the bed. Scott sees Mitch... Scott sees Mitch naked.

"I want to ride you this time."

Scott shimmies out of his boxers, and Mitch climbs on top of him. He kisses down his body, stopping at his waist.

"Hurry up and fuck me." he moans, and Mitch can't help but to smile. Mitch reaches over and grabs the lube from the bed stand and started to rub some on Scott's ass. As this was happening, Mitch cock was rubbing against Scott's stomach, and that was enough to almost send him over. "Mitch, please." Mitch rubbed some lube on his cock and sat it back on the bedside table. He hovered above him for a moment, only a few inches in, then slowly slid the rest of the way down. "Fuuuuck, Mitchhhh." he moaned. Scott took himself and started to stroke his shaft. Scott began to rock his hips against Mitch's. Mitch began to rock faster and faster, hitting both of their sweet spots every time. "Yes, Mitch. I'm almost there, baby. Keep going. "God, you feel so fucking amazing." 

"Keep rocking, baby. I'm so close."

"Come with me, baby." Mitch thrusted as hard and fast as he could, and a loud moan escaped Scott's mouth. "FUCK!" Scott yelled as he and Mitch both erupted. Mitch's breathing slowed down, and he came out of Scott, laying next to him. Scott got up to get a wash cloth and wiped off Mitch's stomach. 

"Hey, Susanna, I have to go somewhere tomorrow, but I'll be back around five. What time do you get off tomorrow?"

"Eight. Then it's the beginning of your tour."

--TWO MONTHS LATER--

Mitch's POV

"Cancer? How can you have cancer?" Anthony says.

"It was genetic, and I got tested. It came back positive. I'm starting chemotherapy. I'm not doing radiation yet." 

"Do you still wanna continue with your performances?"

"As long as I can."

"Does Scott know?"

"No."

"Does anyone?"

"Just you."

"I'll do whatever you're okay with doing. We're going to continue this tour?"

"Yeah. A doctor will be on hand and everything. I've already talked to them."

"Well, okay then. Let's get this tour on the road."