Lots of smut, some weird stuff, some fucked up stuff, (some the readers love but I really don't like) some fluffy cute stuff, some sad stuff. But all scomiche
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You may want to read the first one? Idc, you'll be confused either way.
Mitchie and Scotty were in the kitchen, fuckin away, as usual.
GObviously the only way to fix mitchs allergic-to -Scott-penis)
Mitch was bent over the counter, and Scott was diligently ramming into his butt.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Said Mitch repeatedly. "Am I hurting you?" Asked Scott as he caressed mitchies bootycheek with ever so much tender love and care. "Nope, I just think ow sounds cool! Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow ow ow"He sent to the tune of Rihanna's "work"
Scott laughed."ooookay then" and continued with the ramming process. Mitch started crying.
Scott immediately pulled out. "Mitch are you sure you're okay?" "No!" He yelled. "I miss my family."
Scott was very confused at this point. "You....what?" "Give me my phone mah noodle." "Wha-now?!" "Yes now! When else should I call my dad?" Scott shook his head "preferably not during fuck time?"
Mitch ignored him.
Scott sat down on the couch with a sigh, holding his head of blonde hair in his enormous hands.
Mitch happily pranced over, holding his phone, and plopped his cute little tush right on Scott's lap. "What the fuck? Are you seriously FaceTime calling your dad right now?" Mitch pressed "call" and pit a finger to Scott's mouth "shhhhhhhh" Scott covered his face with his hands "lord save us" "Hi papa!" Said Mitch happily. "Hi mi-um...what's...what's going on?" "Well, obviously I missed you and wanted you to see my pretty face!" He posed. "No I mean...never mind" "He's wasted" came Scott's voice from behind his hands. Mike nodded slowly.
"I am not wasted! In fact, I'm quite useful!" Screamed Mitch with rage.
"Ok listen son" "Daughter " he interrupted. "Whatever. Is there a reason why you called?" Mitch nodded. "Ya. Do you get allergies?"
"Oh my fucking God!" Scott attempted to take his phone, but Mitch resisted. "Do I want to know?" Mike laughed. Mitch shifted the camera to he and Scott's crotches. "See? I think are Dick's are allergic to each other. Sex didn't work, so I stopped before it was done to call you."
Scott grabbed the phone, his face beet red. "I'm so incredibly sorry mike I-are you...laughing?" Mike was actually crying tears from laughing so hard. "Oh-ooh my god, he's really fucking wasted isn't he?" Scott sighed "you have no idea."
Mitch grabbed the phone. "Scott! Stealing is wrong! Hi papa! So how do I fix my peepee?"
Mike dried his eyes "well...I guess you should finish the sex? I really need to leave though, your mother needs me." "Oh ok. Tell her I said hai" "Oh don't worry, I'll tell her everything" He hung up.
"Well you heard the man!" Said Mitch. "Put the thing in the hole! It's just like golf!"
