Th*rsty (Scomiche)

I'm Not The Only One (Part 2)

"Yeah, Maisie, it'd be fun," Scott chimed in.

To be honest, he had me at pizza. "Okay. I'll go change. Be with you in a bit." I headed for my room and changed into something more comfortable. I splashed water on my face and looked at my reflection on the mirror. It's just movie and dinner. Like old times. I took a deep breath and headed out, bringing a blanket with me.

The living room was dark with light coming only from the flat screen and our bunny lamp. I almost wanted to turn around when I saw Alex curled beside Scott, his head resting on Scott's shoulder. It was nothing I haven't seen before but jealousy surged through me. You don't have the right to feel that way, remember that. Before I had the chance to go back to my room, Scott saw me. He smiled and patted the empty space beside him.

I took my place but made sure that there was a safe distance between me and Scott. I sat Indian-style, grabbed a throw pillow and put it on my lap, and covered myself with the blanket. I focused my eyes on the screen and away from the nauseating couple beside me. The pizza better be worth it.

We watched in silence for around 15 minutes. I barely understood the movie because the whole time, I was debating with myself whether or not I should retreat to my room. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"I'll get it," Alex stood up.

As soon as Alex's back was turned Scott scooted closer to me. "Pssst," he hissed.

"What?" I shot back.

He glanced behind him and I followed his gaze. Alex was at the door, taking the pizza from the delivery guy. Scott turned his head back to me and quickly kissed my lips.

My eyes widened in horror at what he just did. "What the fuck, Scott!" I whisper-shouted, pushing his arm.

He just chuckled and winked at me. I was going to stand up and leave but Alex was back with 2 pizza boxes in hand and it smelled delicious. He set it on the coffee table and opened a box then handed Scott and I a slice each before getting his own and sitting back on the couch. We resumed watching the movie while eating. 

"Sandra, can you pass me the soda?" I whispered to Scott.

He leaned forward and grabbed a can from the table. When Scott handed it to me, he deliberately brushed his fingers against my hand.

I pretended not to notice. "Thanks."

Then a little later Scott said, "Melissa, can we share the blanket? I'm a little cold."

I handed him the other end of the cloth and he got under the blanket with me.

Scott moved closer to me. He brought up his knees and covered himself up to the chin. "You want?" he offered Alex.

"Nope, I'm good," Alex replied.

It only took a couple of minutes before I felt Scott's hand moving under the blanket. He searched for my hand and held it once he found it. 

I tried to pull away but Scott gripped my hand tighter. He kept his eyes on the screen, although I could see him trying to suppress a smirk. Oh, he's baaad.

I stole a glance at Alex who seemed oblivious to what was happening. He was resting his head on the back of the couch and was looking intently at the television.

Scott eventually let go of my hand. He was still for a while and I thought he was done playing. But then he placed his hand over my inner thigh, under the pillow.

I took a sharp breath as fear, excitement and arousal hit me all at the same time.

Both the pillow and blanket hid his hand and my thigh well. Scott started to move just his fingers. The material of my shorts was thin, and the contact made me shiver. I should stop. He should stop. This is so wrong but also so good. Oh no. 

I did nothing to stop Scott so it only encouraged him. He slowly made his way up until he reached his destination. He palmed me through my shorts and gave me a gentle massage.

I bit my lips to suppress a moan. I succeeded but my breath was starting to become ragged. Stop him, Mitch. Alex is literally a feet away, for crying out loud. But the sensation was too good, and I was already thinking with my other head. Alex is literally a feet away but his hands are all over me. I'm who Scott wants, not him. The last thougth drowned out all the rest of the more logical ones. 

I was very much aroused and hard when Scott decided he'd had enough. He removed his hand from my crotch and returned to holding my hand. Then he leaned in and whispered, "We're not done."

The movie eventually finished. Enough time had elapsed for any indication of my blanket action with Scott to disappear. Alex got off the couch and Scott followed. Scott walked with him to the door and I heard them saying goodbye to each other.

I glanced at the exact moment they kissed. How could Scott even kiss him with those lips when they've been all over me last night? I got off the couch as well, grabbed the blanket, and headed to my room.

As expected, Scott came knocking a few minutes later.

"Babe," he said as he walked towards the bed.

Say no, say no, say no. 

I didn't. On the contrary, I said yes. A lot. Repeatedly. Throughout the whole damn night.

I woke up late the following morning with a sleeping and naked Scott wrapped all over me. He stayed! I took a moment to enjoy his warm body against my skin. I disentangled from his limbs and climbed out of bed, picking up and putting on my underwear on my way out. I walked to the kitchen and found three Starbucks cups sitting on the kitchen counter.

Aside from Scott and I, only one other person has a key to our apartment.

Shit.

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A/N: So far this is still for public viewing. I'm waiting on the reply from Wattpad support before I try to make anything private.

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