Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Hawaii *R*

I'm on a smutty one shot roll this week! Here you go, angels ❤️

"Oh, and the luau at the beach was so fun! I went by myself though, everyone else was too tired. Whatever, their loss. The view was fucking stunning, Scott" he sighed. "The food was so good too."

Scott stopped his trail of kisses up the underside of Mitch's cock to shift into a more comfortable position. He laid onto his stomach between Mitch's legs, nudging his thighs a little farther apart to make more room for himself. He looked up at the boy that was laying in front of him on his back, the brunette's eyes almost drifting shut for good every half minute or so from jet lag.

Scott was so relieved to have him back from his mini vacation with some of his old high school friends, and having spent six whole days apart from him had been almost surreal. In the bad way. Mitch had just gotten home from the airport an hour ago and taken a shower before immediately climbing into bed, exhausted.  Scott was not ready to give him up to sleep yet and had tugged the boys boxers off, deciding that he would please him as he got him to talk to him about his trip.

He kissed at his hip bones, nuzzling his cheek into the boy's tan, sweetly scented skin, trying to absorb Mitch's essence and fill the hole that had formed in his chest over the past week. "Was it? Did they have stuff that actually fit your bougie LA diet?" he asked, genuinely curious. He used his tongue to trace along the vein running up Mitch's length, a rush of affection flooding his mind and body when he heard the little sigh of pleasure leave his boy's mouth.

"They did! It's like they knew I was coming." Scott peeked up and oh, he had missed that smile so much. Mitch had given in to his heavy eyelids and slipped them shut, but the edges of his lips were tugging up and Scott could see the dip of his dimple in his cheek. His freshly tanned skin was contrasting beautifully with his tattoos, and Scott mentally slapped himself for not appreciating them more often. He looked stunning, better than the stuff of his dreams for the past six nights. He smiled at the sight, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me everything. Did you try the date shakes Esther told you about?"

Scott leaned up, lapping at the head of his now half-hard length as he waited for an answer. "Mitchie?" He rubbed little circles into the quiet boys hips with his thumb, hoping he would stay awake for him at least a little bit longer. He had missed the boy so, so much and he hated to not let him rest but he was too overwhelmed by his presence to not want him for as long as Mitch could bear to stay awake.

Mitch didn't know how much he regretted not going with him. That he had literally caused a hole to grow in his own chest over the past week from Mitch's absence. It was his own fault, he was stupid enough to think that Mitch would have a better vacation catching up with his friends if he stayed in LA and worked while he got to catch up with them. If this is what six days away from the boy did to him, he shuddered to think what he would go through if anything bad took Mitch away for good.

"Hmmm? Yeah, I had way too many. They had alcohol in them! I got a recipe so we can maybe make some for you to try."

Scott smiled. He knew Mitch would be thinking about him, but the gesture was still so sweet. He knew he was being annoying by forcing Mitch to talk but he couldn't help it. "Tell me more. Did you do any gift shopping?" He was running out of questions and almost laughed at himself for that one, not surprised when Mitch actually did chuckle for a second. He took the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue, his eyes raking the expanse of the pinkish tan skin spanning Mitch's tummy and chest.