Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Pool Toys

"I don't wanna!"

"Mitch, I don't think you have a choice...if your fingers get any more wrinkly you might actually turn into a prune. Get out."

"Let me live, Scotty!"

"Mitch, I'm begging you. Please. I'm so cold."

He sighed. Scott was right, he probably should get out. They had been messing around in the hotel pool for more than two hours and Scott had been waiting for him to finish his fun for about twenty minutes now, suffering as he shivered in the cooling water whereas Mitch seemed immune to the chill. Now that they were the only ones left and the pool was closing in fifteen minutes, he really didn't have a choice but to get out soon.

"Fine. We can leave, but you have to carry me out. Come get me, Scotty!" he yelled, watching as the blond rolled his eyes before wading to the deeper end to retrieve the giddy boy. "You literally look like a fucking prune. Get up here, old lady." He stood straight to let Mitch latch on to him, his legs wrapping loosely around his waist and arms clasped around his neck as he walked them back to the pool steps.

"Wow, Scott, you are slow" he laughed, knowing that he couldn't help it. The water resistance couldn't possibly have been helping him as he trudged towards the opposite end of the pool with a 23 year old boy hanging off of him. Scotts skin felt nice on his and he felt like he was drifting, bouncing against Scott's body with each step he took. "Take your time, I like this."

He couldn't help but smirk when he noticed that Scott seemed to be enjoying this too, especially when he removed his hands from Mitch's waist and slid them down to grasp his upper thighs instead, pulling him closer. He bounced against him a couple more times before his suspicions were confirmed and he tightened his legs around his waist very, very intentionally. "Oh, I see what's going on, Scott. Is that a pool noodle in your pants, babe, or are you just happy to see me?!"

And then his gleeful laughter was echoing around the room and Scott blushed, glad they were the only ones left. He couldn't help but laugh with him- Mitch definitely found his own joke way too funny and it was hard not to smile at his loud giggles. "Did you really just compare my dick to a pool noodle? That has got to be the sexiest analogy ever. Stop rubbing your noodle against mine, you tease. We have to get back upstairs before we can play with the pool toys."

Mitch laughed and blatantly ignored his request, bouncing way more than necessary in his arms as they approached the stairs. "Don't put me down yet! This is my new favorite mode of transport. Wait a sec" he scanned the pool room to double check that they were alone before he took Scott's bottom lip between his, moving his lips against the blonds until they eased into a sweet rhythm. After he was satisfied he wiggled out of Scott's arms, climbing out of the pool as he went to retrieve their towels.

He began drying himself off before he realized he was alone and turned to see Scott lingering nervously in the water near the steps of the pool. "What's wrong? Come on, they're closing soon." He quickly finished drying himself and picked up their tote bag, walking back to meet him at the pool. "Need help getting out or something?"

Scott bit his lip and stalled a little, hoping he would be good to go by the time Mitch returned. Once he got to the edge of the pool Scott sighed and pointed down in the water. "I can't go out there with this" he mumbled, watching Mitch's eyes as he peeked down. He was a little surprised, but not unpleasantly.

Mitch smiled down at the blond and sifted through their bag for his shirt. "I didn't realize I activated your noodle that well, Scotty. Wow, look at it" he gestured at the obvious arousal pushing against Scott's swim trunks under the water. "That really is quite the floatation device" he giggled, watching Scott's cheeks turn pink. "Get out here and put your shirt on before maintainence comes in to close up, and you can hold all this in front of you to hide that mess" he suggested, holding his bag and towels out to Scott which he gladly took. "And then maybe once we get to the room you could let me play with it and make sure it doesn't deflate too soon? That could be a safety hazard, you know. Do it for the kids."

Scott couldn't help but shake his head at the ridiculousness of the extended metaphor as he gratefully took Mitch's bag from his hands and attempted to hide himself behind it. "The only kid in this room is you, Mitch. But you already know you can play with my pool noodle anytime you want to, silly boy."