Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Half-Baked (Part 2) *PG13*

I wrote part 1 a loooongggg time ago but I just got a request for part 2 so here it is! Part 1 is earlier in this book of you wanna read it first :)

Scott scurried back to the apartment, shutting the door behind him and pausing at the enterance to look at the couch. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mitch still laying there, almost looking bored. His boxers had joined the mess of his clothes on the ground and he had his hand wrapped loosely around himself, completely still. The boy pulled his eyes away from the tv when he heard the door click and smiled at the blond standing quietly at the door.

"Twenty three minutes" he stated, glancing at his watch for the time. "Not bad Scotty. I knew you could do it! Good boy" he cooed, sitting up on the couch and crossing his legs. Scott leaned back against the door and took a moment to just look at him. He could sense the teasing glint in his eyes all the way from the door even thought the light was off and the only illumination in the room was coming from the tv. The way the glow fell onto the contours of his body was so pretty that Scott almost didn't want to turn the light back on to fully see him. He looked so nice like this. He thought about how he had treated the beautiful boy earlier and felt another wave of regret flood through his body.

He had been thinking on the drive to the store and felt bad about how he handled the ice cream situation. Now that he was home, he wanted nothing more than to go up to Mitch and hug him and apologize for being annoying but his pants were still way too tight and Mitch was naked and he didn't trust the apology hug to go very well with that lovely combination.

Scott cleared his throat, lingering near the doormat. "I got three. Uh, three pints. You can have all of them if you want. I'm really sorry for ruining your cheat day." His tone was so genuine that Mitch was almost surprised. Scott held the bag up in front of him and Mitch squinted, just barely able to make out the three pint-sized bulges at the bottom of the flimsy plastic. He was still stalling at the door and seemed to be waiting for Mitch to say something, which almost worried him. He had been so assertive earlier, what was he suddenly so shy about?

"That's okay, Scotty. Thanks! Go put that in the freezer, sweetheart, and come here." Scott obeyed, flipping the kitchen light on as he paced to the fridge but not bothering with the one in the living room as he made his way to the couch and plopped down next to Mitch. He played with the remote for a moment before pausing the episode Mitch had been watching and turned to him to find that he was already staring back at him. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

Mitch furrowed his eyebrows. "What? No! Why would you think that?"

Scott fumbled with the buttons on his cardigan before slipping it off. "I don't know. You seemed pretty upset and I was horny and being really annoying. I was thinking while I was out and I was wondering if I'd been downplaying your emotions or something. You don't usually fight with me like that without smiling and laughing, you know?" He reached over to Mitch and ran his fingers through the mess of dark hair on his head. "You know that I would never annoy you on purpose, right Mitchie? I really didn't mean to eat all of it, and I hope I didn't bother you trying to play afterwards. I don't like that it got physical and that I kinda ignored how upset you were."

Mitch was glad that the light coming from the kitchen wasn't strong enough that Scott could see him properly because his cheeks were heating up and undoubtedly turning pink. How had Scott gone from desperately horny to so considerate within that one trip to Kroger? Mitch still wanted to play with him and the sincerity of Scott's apology threw him off. He hadn't considered their little fight a big deal but it was nice to know that Scott cared about him enough to put everything aside and apologize just in case.

He leaned over to give him a quick peck on the lips. "I know you wouldn't do that on purpose, it was just a little mistake. No worries, baby, I'm not upset with you. And you didn't ignore me, you got right up and went to the store so late just to make me happy." Scott sighed in relief, leaning in to give Mitch a kiss on the cheek and making him blush even harder. "I can't believe you thought that much with this in your pants while you were in public" he trailed his fingers over the bulge in Scott's jeans. "And with your upstairs head too. Amazing."

Scott tried bucking into Mitch's touch and he immediately pulled his hand away, smirking. "Nope. I don't think I wanna make it that easy for you tonight, sweetheart. You did try to shut me up by sticking your finger in my mouth earlier, remember? I think that in itself deserves a little punishment, don't you?"

Scott watched as he turned on the couch, shifting onto his lap and straddling his thighs. He peeked up at Mitch and subconsciously bit his lip, aroused by his assertiveness. He was looking down at Scott through dark lashes, the devious smirk on his face making Scott's breath catch in his throat. He let his eyes trail lower to admire the pale skin of the thin boy's bare shoulders, his clavicles beautifully illuminated by the glow of the kitchen light, before he remembered that Mitch was expecting an answer out of him. "Oh...didn't I already get my punishment? I just went out with a boner to get you ice cre-"

Mitch placed his hands in front of Scott's shoulders and shoved him so that he was leaning against the back of his couch. He scooted forward on his lap, pleased at how accessible his body was now that he wasn't sitting fully upright. "I didn't ask if you already had a punishment or not, Scotty. I said I think you deserve more punishment. Do you agree with me? Hmm?" He inched himself forward on the squirming boy's lap, his hands holding him down by the shoulders. "Do you really wanna make it up to your boy? I'm giving you a choice. It'll be fun for me either way. It's up to you." He pulled away for a second to gauge Scott's reaction. "Do you want me to punish you for teasing me earlier, baby?"

"Oh...okay" he breathed. It felt like the right answer and he didn't want to risk Mitch leaving him hanging like this, especially as he finally inched his way to Scott's crotch. He was hovering over him carefully, his ass skimming up against him just long enough to give him a tiny amount of friction and then pulling away. Mitch smiled, pleased at his response. "Good. Good boy. Give me your hands."

Scott complied, watching Mitch hop off his lap and pick something up from the ground before climbing back on top of him. Scott watched as he bound his wrists together with a strip of cloth and tugged at it, making sure it wasn't too tight. Mitch talked to him as he carefully situated his arms behind his back and Scott tried his best to pretend that every word wasn't going straight to his cock, willing his hips to stay down and not hump up against him as his sweet voice filled his ears.

"You've been a very good boy tonight going out to the store for me without complaining, but I don't think that's enough, honey. I think I should get to punish you a little more for eating it in the first place, don't you think?" He watched Scott nod eagerly and smiled, leaning in to his shoulder and leaving a few sweet kisses along his neck before bringing his lips close to his ear. "Remember when you put your finger in my mouth, trying to shut me up and get pleasure out of it by asking me to lick you clean of that sticky melted ice cream? That wasn't very nice of you, was it, sweetheart?" Scott shook his head 'no', not wanting to interrupt this erotic monologue with his own voice. "Don't you think I should return the favor? Shut you up for a little while against your will? See how you like it when I put things in your mouth?"

He held up another strip of cloth to Scott's lips and waited for him to nod that it was okay before wrapping it around his head and tying it into a gag. He leaned back and admired his view. He had his beautiful boy underneath him, fully clothed and bound up and helpless, eager for his touch. Perfect. "I wanna play with you tonight, Scotty. I thought a lot while you were gone of all of the amazing things I could do with this beautiful body tonight. I have so many options. I even got my toys out for you, see?" He traced his thumb along the gag around his mouth and then tugged at the strap of cloth holding his wrists together behind his back, reminding him had tied them and he wasn't holding himself back by free will. Mitch let a hand trail down Scott's chest and rest over his crotch, the poor blond arching his back in a desperate attempt to feel more.

"Mmm. You like that? You want me to touch you more, don't you? Don't worry, I plan on touching you a lot tonight.  You know what I'm about to do to you, baby?" Scott looked up with pleading eyes, ready to agree to anything and everything that Mitch had in store for him. He felt so submissive like this, and he loved it. He wanted Mitch to do whatever he wanted with him. He deserved that before Scott had messed around with him and he definitely deserved it now.

"You still with me, Scotty? You wanna know what I decided I'm going to do? I'm gonna make you come in your pants and then have you suck me off, and I wont let you touch me one bit. Nope, your arms are staying behind your back and your pants are staying on and you're only gonna get as much as I give you. I could play with you for hours before I let you come and you would let me, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

Scott nodded obediently and braced himself for a long, long night.