sorry i didn't update for more than a month i just haven't felt motivated
and i'm also sorry that this is so short and the ending is so bad
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Scott and Mitch had always shared a bed on their sleepovers. From when they were nine and ten to their current age of sixteen and seventeen, they slept side by side.
This wasn't a problem until Scott developed a very large crush on his best friend.
Mitch was laying facing away from Scott with his eyes when he suddenly felt his warmth against his back. He hardly dared to breathe as Scott draped his arm over his waist and buried his face in his neck. "What are you doing?" Mitch whispered, hoping Scott couldn't tell how his voice shook.
Scott blushed deeply, and he quickly withdrew his arm as though he'd been burned. "S-Sorry, I just thought you might be cold," he mumbled, tucking his hands under his chin so he wouldn't reach out to Mitch again. Mitch hesitated briefly before peeking back at him. "I- I am, actually. You can come back." Scott's heart skipped a beat and he crawled back to where he was, trying his best not to seem too eager. Mitch settled back down and closed his eyes as he felt Scott's warmth return.
Scott let out a soft, shaky sigh, praying Mitch couldn't feel how quickly his heart was beating. He buried his face in Mitch's hair and let his eyes droop closed, and they both soon fell asleep.
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Mitch woke up, shivering. He frowned slightly and looked around, searching for his best friend. When he saw the bathroom light streaming out from under the door, he carefully got up and pressed his ear to the wood.
Faintly, he heard the sound of the shower running, and he blushed furiously when he made out his name being moaned from Scott's lips. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he dared to open the door just a crack in an effort to hear more. Luckily for him, Scott didn't seem to notice, another moan of Mitch's name falling from his lips. Mitch's breathing hitched as he came into sight, his eyes trailing up and down Scott's body. His best friend was hot. How had he not noticed this before?
A sudden wave of bravery washed over him, and he silently stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the shower.
Scott nearly screamed when Mitch wrapped his arms around him from behind, but Mitch quickly covered his mouth with his hand. "Shh. It's okay, Scotty. It's just me," he murmured, kissing his neck. Scott's breathing caught in his throat and his eyes fluttered closed immediately. "Am- Am I still dreaming?" he whispered shakily, and Mitch laughed softly to himself. "No, Scotty. You're awake," he murmured, his hand gliding down Scott's body and wrapping around his cock. Scott let out a soft, pathetic squeak, digging his nails into his palms. Mitch smirked and trailed kisses from Scott's shoulder blade to his neck as he moved around to his front, slinging his arms around his neck. Scott's blue eyes stared into Mitch's dark ones, wide with surprise and darkening with lust.
"I see you have a little problem there, hm?" Mitch whispered, slowly pumping his hand. "Mind if I help you?" Scott's breathing hitched and he nodded slightly, hardly daring to breathe. Mitch smirked and sunk to his knees, licking the tip of his cock before he brought him into his mouth. Scott's mouth fell open in a silent moan, and he immediately tangled his fingers into Mitch's hair, his heart beginning to race. Though Mitch had told him this wasn't a dream, he was starting to think it was. Only in a dream would he have his best friend on his knees before him.
Mitch met Scott's eyes as he sucked his cock, pumping what he couldn't fit. Scott moaned at the sight and brushed Mitch's hair out of his eyes. "F-Fuck, Mitchy..."
Mitch hummed around him and reached a hand down in between his own legs to stroke himself, moaning. Scott cursed and leaned his head back. "I'm gonna c-come if you don't s-stop," he groaned, and Mitch pulled away, licking his lips. "Can't come yet, Scotty. I'm not done with you," he murmured seductively, backing him up against the wall of the shower. He took Scott's hand and brought his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them. Scott cursed again, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down to stroke his cock.
Mitch kissed Scott hard as he pushed Scott's finger into him. He moaned into the kiss, and Scott automatically began to loosen him up as he licked his way into his mouth. He took control, pressing Mitch against the wall and adding another finger. Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott's neck and moaned again at his best friend's newfound dominance. "That's it, Scotty," he mumbled, feeling his muscles. "Feels so good." Scott pulled away to trail kisses down his neck, sucking hickeys into his skin. He wanted to mark him up so everybody would know to whom he belonged.
Eventually, Mitch got impatient, and he pushed Scott's hand away. "I'm ready. Fuck me." Scott's eyes darkened and he kissed him again as he pushed into him.
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Scott woke up before Mitch the next morning. They were both still naked, and Scott admired the love bites littering Mitch's neck and chest and thighs. He smiled to himself, reaching out to trail his fingers over his skin.
Mitch's eyes fluttered open at the touch. "Morning," Scott murmured, leaning down to kiss him. Mitch smiled sleepily and kissed back, wrapping his arms around his neck. Scott rested his hand on Mitch's hip as he lazily licked into his mouth.
When they pulled apart, Mitch snuggled up to Scott again. "You look so pretty with my mark all over you," Scott whispered, moving his hand down Mitch's body to gently squeeze his ass. Mitch giggled tiredly and blinked his eyes open to look up at him, reaching up to run his hands over the red skin of Scott's back. "I look claimed," he whispered back, and Scott smirked a bit as he kissed him once more.