Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Goodnight, Dad *Pg13*

Scott clutched the covers tighter to his chest in excitement when he felt Mitch's breath on his cock.

Mitch was excited too. He'd been craving this all afternoon, having Scott's cock in his mouth, and didn't hold back now that he finally had what he wanted. He licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, his head straining lightly against the comforter covering him, and gave him a few slow pumps with his hand before taking him into his mouth.

He wrapped his plump lips around just the head at first and then sighed contentedly through his nose, swirling his tongue and taking in a couple more inches. Oh yes, this was exactly what he'd wanted. That familiar, slightly salty taste of Scott on his tongue and the way his deliciously thick length filled his mouth, knowing that he was the reason it was slowly growing harder. All of it. Yes, he'd missed this so much. God, he loved giving Scott blowjobs. He hummed contentedly as he pulled off enough just to suck around the upper half.

He scooted forward on his elbows and took the base of his cock in his hand, letting it work in harmony with his mouth. He couldn't help but smile around Scott's shaft. Scott loved this just as much as he did, undoubtedly a little bit more. Mitch could feel his muscles tightening and relaxing underneath him, one hand gripping the comforter while the other managed to sneak down under it to find Mitch's hair. He was still working on that, but not too hard because Mitch's hot, wet mouth felt so good that Scott could barely remember his name, let alone what he was looking for.

Mitch helped him by reaching his free hand out for Scott's and guiding it, moaning a little when Scott rubbed the side of his head with his fingertips. Mitch drooled, some of it dripping past his lips and down Scott's cock. He couldn't help it. His mouth was full in the sexiest, most erotic way possible and he swore he could stay here forever. He wanted to pull the blankets down and turn the lights on so that they could watch each other, but it was somehow even more intimate like this and he couldn't risk ruining the mood.

He had to pull away for a moment to breathe and used that time to give Scott little kitten licks, lapping up the precome and saliva where they were dripping down to his balls. The noises Scott was making paired with his fingers in his hair and gentle encouragement got Mitch so hot and he grew even hungrier for him, taking Scott's shaft down his throat all over again. He sucked enthusiastically, his mouth flooding with tastes of skin and cock and love and lust and he couldn't help but moan wantonly, making Scott shiver from the vibrations around him. Mitch twitched in his boxers thinking of the many ways Scott might choose to repay him after this and worked harder, eager to please him.

He heard an almost too loud gasp from Scott and felt a wave of pride roll through him. He pumped his base a little faster and was taken by surprise when Scott pulled his hair so hard that he was forced away from his cock, and then held Mitch's head against his stomach. The brunette gasped for air through wet lips and nearly protested when he heard a soft, high pitched voice across the room and his eyes went wide.

"Daddy? Dad?"

"Y-yeah, honey?"

Mitch waited for a response but instead heard little feet pattering across the floor, and then there was a weight pressing down at the end of the mattress. Fuck. Why was she even awake? Mitch flattened himself between Scott's legs as best as he could and impatiently waited for him to deal with the interruption.

His irritation melted away and was replaced with concern when he heard a wail instead of an explanation. Was Emily crying? Mitch was tempted to crawl out from under the covers and check on her but he couldn't think fast enough as Scott shifted to sit up.

"Baby? What's wrong, Emmy?"

"I'm s-scared, daddy. There...my room..." she was hiccuping between her sobs and Mitch involuntarily pouted at her teary voice. He could feel Scott lift her onto the bed and hug her against his side.