Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Ryan's Jersey (Part 2) *R*

"I mean, if- if you want to. You look so...you're...yeah, I'm not saying no."

Mitch chuckled and pressed a quick kiss against Scott's jaw before fiddling with his own belt. "It's gonna hurt a little since we don't have, you know, stuff, but I'm down. You're always a good time and it's been a while anyway." He smiled at a confused Scott as he unzipped his tight jeans and began wiggling out of them. When he looked up at the blond again something seemed to click on his head and he looked at Mitch incredulously.

Scott got up and grabbed his backpack, bringing it back to the metal locker and digging through it as he sat back down next to him. "Wait, please tell me you're kidding. I would never, and you definitely shouldn't let anyone get away with that with you, even me. Don't let anyone have sex with you without using...um, 'stuff'. It's not safe. I still have leftovers in here from last time." He smiled at his own use of the word 'leftovers' and pulled out a small tube of lube and a couple of condoms from a side pocket in his bag. Mitch stopped working at his pants and looked up at the blond.

"You still have that in there?"

"Yeah?"

"So you haven't used any of that since we messed around at that party last month?"

"No. Why, what's wrong?"

Mitch just smiled shyly at him and reached a hand down to Scott's lap, wanting to free him. His own pants and boxers were pushed halfway down his thighs and although the huge jersey was covering him up, he still felt too exposed with Scott fully clothed. Mitch couldn't place his finger on why he felt like he was stepping into new territory until he realized that he and Scott had never fooled around in a situation like this before. Their few hookups had all been quick, drunken romps in their locked dorm rooms or in the bathroom at loud frat parties. Right now there was no urgency, and there was nothing impaired or intoxicated or fuzzy about this. Scott lifted his hips to help Mitch get his pants down and they watched his erection pop out, and the blond instinctively hid it behind his hand.

"I...sorry." He tentatively moved his hand out of the way and tried not to feel uncomfortable with Mitch's eyes on him. "Sorry. So, um, how are we gonna do this? Am I being too awkward? Sorry, it's just that we're sober this time and...you know...do you still wanna do this? We can stop."

"No." Mitch's cheeks were burning but he reached over and wrapped his fingers around Scott's length, moving his hand slowly. "No, I still want to. Don't feel awkward, it's just me. We've done this before." He tried to meet Scott's eyes and smile at him but he became shy and just watched his hand slowly pump Scott's cock instead. "Why don't you just push me up against a wall and fuck me? That was fun last time."

Scott's breathing grew a little heavy at the combination of Mitch's low voice and his hand pumping him to his full length. "That's...that was nice, but, uh..." He was so nervous and so aroused and he hated himself for trying to be brave enough to suggest this, but the truth was that Mitch looked so stunning that pushing him up against a wall and taking him without being able to see him would be a waste. What if this was the last time he ever got to hook up with him since the semester was nearly over? He didn't want to remember this beautiful boy by the way the back of his head looked.

"Can we try something different? Can you, um... could you ride me, please? I wanna look at you, if you don't mind. You're just so...you look gorgeous, and I want...I'm sorry, I'm rambling. We don't have to."