A/N: 5am, another late night update, thanks to my laptop that shut down while I was finishing the chapter and deleting more than 1500 words. Fun stuff. So yeah, please forgive me if there are any mistakes, like every time, this is not beta-ed. Why would I want someone to look at this mess? LOL

Oh, btw, the dirty bits were NOT planned. I didn't want to write more smut since we're near the end.. but you have to thank ( or blame ) DeanneAdams for that - blame her and her amazing story Doctor is In, because that made me want to write smut. And I HATE writing smut.. yet here I am, writing a story based on smut. I never said I'm a smart girl. But yeah, she deserved it for being sick and still gifting us with a ridiculous amount of amazing updates.

'kay everyone, enjoy and pleeease leave me comments, your reactions are the best part of writing the amount of ridiculous stuff I do! <3 Makes me happyyyy. I'm off to bed. These ANs are getting worse, am I right?

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"Can we go home nooow?"

I roll my eyes at the drunk slurring mess that is my best friend right now, giving him a light nudge with my elbow as he leans with his full weight on me - just slightly uncomfortable with how close his hand is to my crotch, his fingers dancing lightly on the fabric of my pants, hidden under the table from everyone else's eyes. Mitch's hands on me are always welcomed with much pleasure, especially if they involve grabbing big parts of my body - and yes, with big I'm fully hinting at my penis, thank you very much. Why do you think I have a size complex, I've always been used to much goodness.

Like I was saying, his hands are always a blessing and a curse for me, but the fact that he's almost groping me in a bar, while we're seated with other people - one of them being Jason... well, that makes me slightly less excited. Slightly. I'm still straining in my boxers, though.

"Come on Mitchie, it's still early! Maybe you should drink some water, uh?" I tell him with a smile, ordering a bottle for him in the hope that it will sober him up and quickly. A tipsy Mitch is usually funny, but this might not be the right night for it.

"Got water at home. Plenty of it outside too."

I stifle a laughter at that. "Unexceptionable logic Mitch!"

"Unexwhat?!"

"I'll tell you later," I say, whisper-yelling in his ear to make him understand.

His reply is a whispered, "You'll say lots of things later baby," and I'm grateful for the dim lighting because I'm pretty sure I'm blushing, knowing pretty well what he means. I shake my head with a grin, squeezing his still moving hand, trying to subtle telling him that he must stop right now with the teasing - unless he wants to get me off in public, which is not usually something that I would do, but I mean, there's only so much I can take.

As Tania asks him a question, moving his focus from me - and my growing problem - to her, I feel free to look back at the guy in front of me, giving him an apologetic smile for the rude interruption. I'm not that interested in what Jason is saying, to be completely honest, but it's bad enough that what was supposed to be just a night for the two of us turned into a full hang out with my friends, so I suck up my need to rip off my ears - although what I would like to suck right now is definitely something else.

No Scott. Back to focus on Jason so you can pretend that you're listening to whatever he's blabbering about his job. I wish Mitch and the others were not having so much fun, so I could ask the waiter to get us the bill so this night would be over and I could finally drop the news that I don't want to see him again.

Don't get me wrong now, Jason is a great guy.

He's very funny, and sweet, and can actually carry a conversation when we're together, which is something that gives him points. There's nothing that I hate more than a pretty but boring guy, to be honest. He's also pretty nice on the eyes, with his wild, messy dark hair and all the features of his face in the right place.

Yup, he's definitely a great guy, but not for me.

It's not like there's something really wrong about him, or that he doesn't make me feel wanted or something like that - quite the opposite, if the way he was moving under me the other night was of any indication. But that something that should be between us is not clicking. And yeah, we've hung out a bunch of times and having a hell of a lot of fun - once being in his apartment, testing the springs of his bed, although I don't think that counts - but I'm convinced that, when you know it, you know it.

I'm not the biggest romantic out here - unless you take my obsession for oversized cocks like a true love story. But let me tell you, if you don't feel overwhelmed with passion and something while doing sex with someone, when their moans and their nails on your skin don't make you want to give all you have to them.. then yeah, you definitely know that that someone is not the right one.

I wish I could say that the problem is, once again, the his penis doesn't measure up to my standards, but this time this is not the case. I mean, don't get me wrong, his dick is quite big, but not even close to what I need. Not even close to Mitch's, just to be clear. I still can't believe that a guy petite like him can have such a huge cock hidden in his pants - and the way he uses it, damn.

And said cock is now pressing against my hand, constrained by tight skinny jeans as Mitch decides that he wants my hand palming him - and he's really not giving me much choice, his own hand making pressure so that I stay right there where he put me, barely moving it around so that I'm massaging him.

Oh wow. Now I really can't focus on Jason. I turn my head to give a wide eyed glance to Mitch, who's looking at me with a smug smile on his face, his eyes slightly unfocused as they move to look at Jason, something in them that I can't quite place, before he speaks up.

"Heeey you 'kay there girl?"

Jason's smile is strained, the corners of his mouth just slightly raised as he replies, "don't worry Mitch. But you don't seem so well, you should go home."

Mitch pushes my hand even further, applying more pressure on his jeans, and feeling his hard shape under my palm is so familiar that I can't help but rub it, the memories of having it uncovered and slipping between my hands almost enough to make me forget where I am - before his high voice slaps me in the face. "I knooooow," he whines, leaning his head on my shoulder, nuzzling his nose to the naked skin of my arms, his hot breath giving me goosebumps, "we should really go home Scottney."

I swallow hard, feeling everyone's eyes on me - especially Jason's. I mean, I don't care that much about the guy, otherwise I would keep seeing him, but that doesn't mean that I enjoy upsetting him. How am I ever gonna talk to him like this?

I know, I know. Why the fucking hell did I bring Mitch if I wanted to have a serious conversation with Jason? Well, first of all I had no idea that he would become such a drunk mess, and even if he did, I thought that having Tania and Lily with us would help in keeping him quiet. Turned out, nothing like that.

I should be frustrated with him, and pushing him away instead of welcoming his touch like I always do, but this is Mitch, and I can't ever tell him no - besides, things between us have been tense lately. To be honest, that is mostly my fault, because since Lauren confessed her ridiculous opinion two weeks ago, well, I've been too much in my mind, overthinking every single action. If we add up the fact that Mitch was a little wary when he came back, probably still upset from whatever had happened the other time..

I basically guilt tripped myself, okay. I should have told him that we would see each other late in the night, so that I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable under Jason's scrutiny, but now the mistake has been done and there's no point thinking about it. I still need to put my asshole mask on, telling another perfect boy that for some odd reasons he's not enough for me, adding him to a list that is getting longer and longer.

It's like Jason senses that I need to talk to him - maybe from the glance that I'm sending his way - because he stands, his hand pushed in the pockets of his jacket. "Scott, will you come with me?" he asks, not even pretending to have an excuse for wanting to talk to me.

I sigh, standing up from my seat and ignoring Mitch's whines. I only glance towards the girls, moving my eyes from his tipsy self to them before asking, "you'll keep him here, right?". I wait for their approval before squeezing Mitch's shoulder, "I'll be back," and then I'm off following Jason through the crowded place.

Damn me and when I thought that heading over to this bar on a Saturday night would be a good idea. The place is so packed that you'd think I'm a pervert, given how many butts I involuntarily touched. At least most of them were men's.

My phone vibrates into my pocket and I carefully take it to look at it, surprised to see a text message from Mitch - and in the couple of seconds that I need to open up the message, two more come in. Seriously? It's been like two minutes. Where is his chill?

Big Mitch: hurry up w boring boy and come back. Need u

Big Mitch: my cock needs ur hand back

Big Mitch: ur ass looks so good in those pants,but its better without them.

I blush hard, turning off the screen and ignoring the device when it vibrates again and again, focusing on my steps. It's hard enough to not fall over someone when I'm looking where I'm going - I don't have enough brain capacity to read his flirty texts AND walk like a human being. Jason turns to look at me, making sure that I'm still behind him even between this horrible crowd, and as his eyes lays on me I can feel myself blush even more, the vibrating device burning up in my hand.

After what feels like forever, we're at the counter, enough space around us to let us breathe. While Jason focuses on the bartender, waiting for our two cocktails to be ready, I can't wait but look at the messages Mitch sent me - which is a mistake.

Big Mitch: I want to suck u when were home

Big Mitch: I want u to grab my hair and use my mouth to get off

Big Mitch: I want u to come so hard that Im not able to swallow it and it will trickle down my chin

Big Mitch: remember when I came on ur face? I wanted so bad to caress your jaw with my cock and spread my cum all over u

Big Mitch: will u do that to me?

Good fucking lord is he trying to kill me?! I can feel myself getting instantly rock hard inside my pants, the mental image of doing exactly what he's asking making it hard for me to breathe. The grip around my phone is tight as I imagine what his face would look like in that moment - the sounds he would make, the way his body would feel under my hands.

Scott: what the hell Mitch? I manage to send him, my cheeks burning as I feel Jason's staring at me while he taps his fingers on the counter. I sure need that drink now - scratch that, I need a fucking shower, and you would too if you got these texts. He must have our conversation opened and the phone in his hands, because Mitch's reply is almost immediate.

Big Mitch: its your fault for being so hot

Big Mitch: dont pretend u not lik it

Big Mitch: u were so hard at the tabl I wanted to suck u off right there

"Scott?" Jason's annoyed voice brings me back from the wonderful place I've fallen into, just imagining what Mitch is saying. I know that I need to focus on the boy that I have in front of me - the nice and attractive boy that I'm about to dump because...why? Why am I even dumping him? Why is he not okay for me? God this is frustrating.

Scott: omg stop I'm talking w Jason. This is NOT the time, I send to him, before accepting the strawberry martini the dark haired boy is offering me. It doesn't take long for Mitch to send his reply. I roll my eyes at the glance Jason gives me, but I offer an apologetic smile, trying to do damage control for the disaster that is about to happen.

"Sorry," I say, before opening the list of texts. And boy, am I surprised.

Big Mitch: fuck Jason

Big Mitch: NO I mean fuck him not like that you have to fuck him

Big Mitch: wait did u go w him to fuck?

Big Mitch: If u went to fuck him I sweiarr

Big Mitch: I can make u feel waaaaay better. You cant tell me that u dont prefer me bending u over and pounding into u

Big Mitch: fuck Scotty if u could feel how hard I m

I turn off the screen with my cheeks flaming, not even bothering to reply. My pants are definitely too tight right now, my heart is beating fast, almost wanting to escape my chest. I have no idea what the hell has gotten into Mitch, and part of me wants to be extremely pissed at him for making me feel this way, but the other part.. the other part is just aroused as fuck. And trust me, this is NOT the right mindset for the conversation that I want to have.

I clear my throat, pocketing my phone before setting my focus on Jason. "Sorry, Mitch is just being whiny," I say, chuckling lightly before taking a sip of my drink to dissimulate my discomfort. "He's a bit of a pain in the ass when he's drunk."

"Yeah," he just says, his jaw set as he takes a sip from his beer, his eyes avoiding to look at me.

I frown at his reply, not expecting him to be so..well, forward about it. "I mean, he's fine, just..he gets a bit whiny, not really his -"

"Scott." He suddenly interrupts me, his gaze finally on me, although now I wish it wasn't. His pretty hazel eyes are hard and cold, and I'm suddenly afraid that this was a bigger mistake than what I initially imagined.

"Yes."

"Look, I really, really like you. But as much as I like you, I'm not okay with you using me to make Mitch jealous."

Wait, what?! His words are so unexpected, so different than what I imagined, that I'm actually stunned for what feels like forever. I look at him, mouth slightly parted in disbelief. This is the second time that someone suggests that Mitch might be jealous - and for Jason to say that I am doing it on purpose?

The idea is so weird and so different than what reality is that I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink all over me as I say, breathless between a cackle and another, "Well I'm glad that I don't have to dump you anymore, but you are so ridiculous right now -"

Which ends up being a mistake. I think it's not really that appropriate to confess to a guy that you were about to dump him while he's convinced that you were using him to make someone else jealous. And as much as I love strawberry martinis, I really don't like when they're thrown on my face.

I guess I deserved it, though.

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By the time we reach Mitch's apartment, my mind is all over the place - and so are his hands. He hasn't stopped touching me since we left the bar, making it really difficult for me to drive without having to pull over and take matters into my own hands - quite literally. Not like I didn't want to, let's be honest, but Jason's words were still replacing in my minds, along with Lauren's, and everything was a bit too much - too confusing, too hazardous, too everything.

"Come on Mitch, we're almost inside," I tell him, trying to let him stay still as I reach for the keys in his pockets, his hands moving to grab whatever part of me he can reach, giggling. "Oh my God what is your problem today?" I ask, exasperated, when I finally retrieve what I'm looking for, turning to unlock the door.

He presses his body on my side, nuzzling his nose to my neck, his hand moving lower to lightly squeeze my bottom. "You," he whispers, his breath making me tingle, "you're my problem Scottie."

I shake my head, trying to ignore the hard-on that I'm still carrying around since the bar, and I nudge him in, holding him by his arm to make sure he won't fall over on his face. He stumbles into his apartment quite ungraciously, legs not steady enough as he leans into the wall for support. I sigh, closing the door behind me and laying the keys on the counter before reaching for him and walking him to his bedroom.

"Come on now, stay here while I grab you some wat -" I can't finish my sentence as he basically throw himself on the bed, bringing me down with him, catching me by surprise so that I'm lying on top of him, only my arms avoiding myself to crush him with my weight. "Mitch."

"You smell so good," he ignores the annoyment in my voice, his hands moving to my cheeks and bringing my face down to his, leaving a kiss on them - a fleeting touch, nothing more than a peck. Not what I was expecting, given his state and how hard he is, pressing on my leg. "You smell like strawberries."

I huff, his words reminding me of the much needed shower to get rid of the fruity alcohol I still have in my hair. "That was your fault."

"Nu-hu," he denies, one hand running through my hair as the other move to touch my shoulder, my arm, my chest. His hands are fucking everywhere, moving so fast that I can't focus on one thing. "Jason's fault."

"Yeah, because I wasn't listening to him, because of your dirty texts." Not really the truth, but it's not like I can tell him that Jason freaked out because he thought I wanted to make Mitch jealous, right?

He grins, almost like the thought is extremely amusing. "Your fault daddy. You drove me fucking crazy all night, with your pants shaping your ass and your shirt half open." He highlights his point moving both of his hands to my shirt, caressing the skin left free by the first two buttons, before starting to unbutton it.

"You're drunk," I grin down at him, moving to stand up, but his hands stop me with a strength that I never thought he would have give his intoxicated state.

"You're hot," it's his reply, his fingers going back to their previous work of freeing my chest. "You're so hot, and hard, and I know you want this."

One of his hands sneak down to palm me through my pants and everything in my mind fly away. There's only a blur as I take off my clothes and I help him to take off his, cursing as his expensive shoes get tangled with his fucking tight jeans, but finally there's nothing between us, our skin touching and burning up as hands roam free, our lips fighting over control in a very messy but passionate kiss.

"Fuck I want you," Mitch breathes out as my lips move to attack his jaw, and I don't know how I can be harder, but I am, his words making my blood sing in my veins. " I want you to take me so bad. Please fuck me -"

It takes a moment for my brain to register his words, and in that moment I'm not burning up anymore. I'm fucking frozen - and I swear if someone starts singing Let it go, I'm out.

I stop my work of art on his skin to slightly raise myself from him, and I guess his eyes are as wide as mine. "What?" I ask, stunned, before I can stop myself. I mean, it's not like I'm against the idea of it - and it's not like I haven't thought about it before. But it's..different. For almost two months the deal has always been that it was just something to help me out, and for him to release some stress.

He closes his eyes, his breathing still ragged. "Nothing, nothing - shit, would you go back to touch me.."

"No wait, tell me -"

One of his hands is back in my hair, the other on my right cheeks as he raises my head towards his, his brown eyes set as they look into mine. "Scott. Just touch me." His voice is stern as he says it, and I want to protest, I really fucking want to, but then he's bucking his hips against mine, his cock hard as a rock touching mine while he brings my face down for another hot kiss, and my willpower is out the window.

We roll on top of the bed until we're comfortably lying vertically, Mitch's head on the pillow and my hand finally gripping his dick, the feeling of him in my hand enough to make me forget everything that has happened today. His arm twitch to reach for the nightstand, his fingers rummaging inside the drawer until he makes a satisfied sound - and it doesn't matter that it's because he finally grabbed the bottle of lube, it goes straight to my balls, making my cock almost painfully harder.

There's not a lot of thought behind what we're doing, our sexual needs driving us and clouding everything else. My hand shoot for the lube, and he squeezes a generous amount before tossing the bottle somewhere else - sorry if I don't have the details, I'm quite focused on something else. I spread the slick substance on my hands, coating them before grabbing both of our cock, rubbing them together.

The feeling of his big dick touching mine, my hands not enough to encircle both of them, the delicious friction caused by skin against skin, even with the lube to help - and his moans, god, his fucking moans. I don't know if it's because of the alcohol or because he has been worked up all night, but he's fucking mewling under me, wiggling on the bed, almost like the action alone is too much to bear - or maybe not enough.

His left hand reaches to help, and it's a mess of hands and fingers and skin all touching and mixing up together, the movements quick and rough, the pressure in my balls making it already hard to understand whose hand is the one touching my cock. I move to cradle his balls, playing with them and that's what does the trick. Mitch's back raises from the bed as he groans, my name on his lips as he comes, sputtering on our hands and our stomachs.

The sight and the sound of his orgasm is enough for me to come too, the pressure building up until the point of explosion, my ears ringing as I empty myself too, before crashing on the bed, feeling completely spent.

It takes me a couple of minutes to regain control of my breath, and I'm actually surprised by how much energy I used just for this. I guess the alcohol in my body didn't help, probably making me dizzier than what I felt. I turn my head to the side to look at Mitch, and I'm not surprised when I see him with his eyes closed, a satisfied grin drawn on his lips.

I don't want to move, I really don't, but some cleaning up is in order, and I can't expect for Mitch to do it. If I'm feeling like I have no libs attached to my body, I don't know what he might feel, given how drunk he was not so long ago.

So, bathroom it is. I take my time to clean up, before taking a wet cloth and bringing it back to the bed, where Mitch is still lying, dozing off. I shake my head with a smile at the sight of him so relaxed, his hair falling out of place on his face. As carefully as I can, I start cleaning him up, trying to not disturb him, not wanting to wake up the beast. A grumpy Mitch is NOT something you want to see.

I'm just covering him up with the sheets, knowing how bad he will feel if he catches some air, when his arm shoot to grab me, bringing me down to the bed, almost cuddling into me. It's adorable, how he must have mistaken me for a plushie of some sort, and I would almost laugh.

"God, I love you so much," he murmurs, and it's so quiet that I could almost believe it didn't happen, if it wasn't that our faces are basically pressed one against the other, and I heard them pretty well.

He said it. He fucking -

Panic suddenly kicks in, and I distance myself as fast as I could, still managing to not wake him. I stare down at him, almost expecting that he will open his eyes and tell me that he's joking. He's joking.

No Scott he's not fucking joking.

He sighs lightly, frowning at the sudden lack of something to hold, turning on the other side and curling up with his knees almost pressed to his chest, almost like he's seeking some kind of warmth, his arms wrapping around a pillow to cuddle in.

I stare at the pillow, still naked like mom made me, and I don't know what to do. If things were different, I would be the pillow. Mitch would be hugging me, or I would be hugging you, comfortable in our post-high bliss, cuddled together with the adrenaline crush, not caring about what that means - because it never means something.

It never meant something.

And suddenly, I can't breathe. I grab my clothes as fast as I can, almost knocking over a chair in my haste to run away. I manage to turn off the light and close his bedroom door without waking him up, my heart sinking at his huddled up figure, knowing that I'm being an epic asshole, but I can't stay.

I run for the door, trying to not think of how many different things happened in the span of just a couple of hours, my body still limp from the amazing orgasm - and still full of adrenaline by Mitch's words. Those words.

Fuck.