"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."
He became overwhelmed and grabbed Mitch's hand just to make him stop touching him after that embarrassing request but then couldn't decide what to do with it, so he just held it. He held Mitch's hand while his cock pressed against his stomach over his tshirt, hard and begging for attention, while Mitch was still completely covered by his jersey. Oh god, what had he done? Why was he making this so weird? He was ready to explode from embarrassment and wouldn't have been surprised if Mitch pulled his hand away and laughed at him.
"That's sweet." It came out lower than a whisper, but Mitch meant it. Scott was struggling to get it out but Mitch was truly flattered and he leaned close to press a kiss against Scott's burning cheek. He wanted to comfort the boy but didn't know how, mostly because he was anxious too. "That's really sweet of you to say. Yeah, we can do that, it'll be fun. Stop being so nervous, it's making me nervous. Give me a sec to get these off." He took his huge heels off to get out of his tight pants but Scott stopped him once he reached for the hem of his jersey.
He subconsciously wrapped his hand around his length at the sight of him standing in front of him in just his roommates loose jersey, trying hard to avoid Mitch's eyes. "Wait, could you keep that on? And the shoes too, please?" Mitch smirked to himself and bent over to put his patterned heels back on before standing in front of Scott and lowering himself onto his lap, his shins pressing against the cool metal of the floor of the locker on either side of Scott's thighs as he straddled him.
"Is this okay?" Mitch mumbled, shifting a little to try to get comfortable. His shoes were a bit clunky and not ideal for this position, but he let his feet hang from the edge of the locker so that they weren't in the way. Scott was practically burning from embarrassment and it had probably taken quite a bit of effort for him to even ask Mitch to keep the shoes on. He didn't want Scott to feel like he was asking for too much and have him chicken out, so he ignored the slight discomfort and hoped Scott wouldn't notice.
"God, so okay. Perfect. You're a dream, Mitch."
"Oh, shut up. You're embarrassing me. Give me a second to prep."
He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and lifted up, sneaking a hand behind him to prepare himself. Scott wanted to ask if he could do it for him but was too nervous, and instead just helped by reaching around him and holding the jersey up so that Mitch wouldn't get any lube on his borrowed shirt if his hand slipped.
He was so nervous that he almost wanted to ask Mitch if they could stop and do this another time, but he couldn't make himself. He was a bit in awe at the boy on his lap and just how stunning he was and he just couldn't get the words out. He wanted him so, so badly, but he was afraid that Mitch wouldn't be impressed with him now that they were doing this completely sober. He'd never felt this insecure before. He was barely average whereas Mitch was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. This felt more like a first time than their actual drunken first time a few months ago, and now that he and Mitch weren't strangers to each other he was worried that if he didn't meet his expectations, Mitch would just toss him to the side. That was the thought that worried him the most. He loved spending time with Mitch, even when they just did homework together, and he didn't want this getting in the way of heir still-blooming friendship. Butterflies were spreading from Scott's stomach to every other part of his body and he was tense but anxious to get started and eager to please him.
Mitch had only lifted off of Scott's lap enough to finger himself but Scott felt a sudden rush of desire and pushed Mitch's lower back until he was standing up on his knees, his face inches away from Mitch's stomach. He used his free hand to lift the front of Mitch's jersey but he became shy all over again once he exposed him, so he let the loose jersey drop over his head to cover him. He was face to face with Mitch's cock under the shirt, which was a little weird, but the move earned a giggle from Mitch that brought a smile to his face.
He could feel Mitch slightly hump forward every time his fingers slowly pumped in and out of him and he felt his erection twitch thinking of what was happening on the other side of Mitch's body. He couldn't help but want to touch him and already regretted not asking if he could prep him. He leaned forward and kissed at Mitch's stomach, trailing down until he was nipping at his hipbone. He snaked his hand under Mitch's shirt to wrap his hand around the boys cock and played with him, his thumb skimming over the slit on his tip and spreading the beads of wetness around his head. He watched himself pump Mitch's cock and admired him shamelessly, taking advantage of the fact that Mitch couldn't see him under his shirt. He was smaller than Scott but still a good length, and the head of his pretty cock was flushing pink from stimulation. Scott couldn't help but think of how every part of Mitch's body seemed perfectly proportioned and just looked right on him. He really was beautiful, every single inch of him.
"Hey, Scott? I'm ready." Mitch didn't bother waiting for him knowing how nervous he was, instead just lifting his jersey over Scott's head before sitting back down on his lap, not wanting to trap him under the cloth. He could practically feel how flustered the blond was and decided to take initiative, positive that Scott was just as desperate as he was for relief. He lifted Scott's backpack from the floor and rested it against the back of the locker, nudging at his chest until the blond was laying down with his shoulders resting against it, his head tilted against the back wall of the locker. He bit open one of the condom packets with his teeth and carefully rolled it onto Scott's cock, causing the boy to twitch underneath him.
Mitch was growing desperate but took the time to lube up Scott's cock, worried that the amount of gel he'd fingered himself with wouldn't be enough. Scott was big and Mitch hadn't had anything inside of him since their last hookup about a month ago, and he didn't want to ruin their fun by not being well prepared enough to take him. Scott bucked into Mitch's hand as he coated him generously, worried that he might not be able to make it for long. He was already so hard and even just watching this gorgeous boy play with him was enough to get him off in mere minutes. He watched Mitch tug his shirt a little to keep it out of the way as he scooted forward, hovering over him for a second before guiding Scott's length into him.
Mitch's legs shook a little when the head of Scott's cock pushed into him. Scott tore his eyes away from where their bodies were connecting to watch Mitch's face for discomfort as he carefully sank down on top of him, and Scott groaned at the sight. Mitch was looking right back at him, his lips parted as he took more and more of Scott's shaft. They watched each other as Mitch eased Scott's cock into him, both boys blushing furiously at the closeness but too overwhelmed to look away from each other. This was so new and intense that they almost forgot they were in a dingy basement inside an old abandoned sports locker. They haven't ever done this unintoxicated, and never facing each other and watching each other's reactions. It was more raw and intimate than anything they'd ever done and they both feel silent, not wanting to ruin the intensity of it all.
Mitch finally bottomed out and rested both of his hands on Scott's abdomen, wiggling his hips a little bit to try and adjust to his size. They'd both been completely silent until now but Mitch felt the need to check on Scott, because the prominent blush dusting the boys cheeks was beginning to travel down his pale neck and his ocean blue eyes were looking up at him with the most vulnerable and endearing expression Mitch had ever seen. He reached his clean hand forward to brush Scott's hair away from his forehead, not thinking about how intimate the gesture was until after he did it.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Scott just nodded, his eyes traveling down between them and then up to meet Mitch's again.
"I'm not moving until you say something. Are you sure you're okay? I can't do this if you're uncomfortable, Scott."
"No. No, please don't stop." Scott trailed his hand behind the thin boy's body, holding the back of his jersey up for him. "Please? I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I really, really want this. Please keep doing that."
Mitch tried to swallow down his own nervousness before giving him a smile and whispering comfortingly to him. "Why are you nervous? Don't be." He lifted one of his hands off of Scott's abdomen and reached for Scott's free one. He leaned forward a little, balancing his weight and squeezing Scott's hand as he began slowly moving on top of him. "You have no reason to be nervous. It's just me."
Scott's eyes fell shut as Mitch made his way up and began sliding down his shaft again. "Yeah, and you're a fucking angel. Of course I'm nervous. Fuck, I'm so nervous. Mmm..." He moaned when he felt Mitch bottom out again, and once the noise left his lips Mitch began moving a little faster. He gave Scott's hand another reassuring squeeze before guiding it to his own cock, moving the jersey out of the way yet again as Scott enveloped his hand around it and teased the tip.
"Don't be nervous, you feel amazing. I love this." Mitch blushed at his own word choice but then gasped and leaned into Scott's touch, holding his wrist to try to coax him into pumping him faster. He moved a little quicker in his lap so that he was bouncing on him, humming at the feeling of Scott's cock buried inside of him and enjoying that he got to control the pace. "You're so big, you feel delicious. So good. Fuck."
Mitch leaned forward, angling himself so that every time he bounced he could feel Scott hit his sweet spot. The blond was panting underneath him and Mitch couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He looked beautiful, almost submissive laying underneath him and letting him take control like this. He was too shy to look at Mitch but every time he did peek up at him, Mitch couldn't get over the look in his eyes. The desire in them was so passionate that Mitch felt a throbbing in his heart and he didn't bother trying to suppress it. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, even during sex. Although the intensity of Scott's lust for him was making him blush, he loved it and craved more. He didn't want to miss a second of it and he refused to look away from Scott's eyes in case he brought them back up to meet his. He was so consumed with Scott's expression that he was taken by surprise when he suddenly bucked into him, whining loudly and shuddering in release as he filled the condom with his liquid.
Scott began to apologize for coming so soon but stopped himself short, unable to form words both because he was flying and too embarrassed to speak. Instead, he grabbed onto Mitch's hips and pulled him off of his lap, tying and tossing the condom before he had a change to soften and make a mess. He leaned back again and pulled Mitch closer by the hips until Mitch had to support himself by pressing his forearms against the back of the locker. Scott pushed the front of Mitch's jersey up and gave his leaking cock a few quick pumps before taking him into his mouth.
Mitch gasped, not expecting Scott's mouth around him. Scott bobbed his head and wrapped his hand around what he couldn't fit in his mouth, immediately setting to work without even giving himself time to come down from his own orgasm. Mitch pressed his cheek against the cool metal of the locker, moaning pathetically at the feeling of Scott's warm, wet mouth around him. Mitch's low, erotic noises coaxed Scott into sucking eagerly and he pumped his hand faster to match the pace. Mitch gasped when he felt the familiar heat coiling in his abdomen and tried pushing away, but Scott wrapped an arm around him and held him close. His assertiveness set Mitch off and he was coming within seconds, crying out as he released. Scott looked up and met his eyes, letting Mitch thrust into his mouth and swallowing around him. Mitch pulled out and let Scott lick him clean before collapsing back onto his lap, burying his face in the blond's neck as his mind swirled and he tried to catch his breath.
This literally took forever to write and I'm still not happy with it but I made you guys wait over a week and I feel awful. There will be a part 3 to tie things up but I really hope this was okay! My inspiration has been extremely low so please forgive me 😭