Hi - me again - this is the last part

same warnings as part 2 - this is ... 100% not for the youth - (Who am I kidding i've seen what some of that onedirection FF is about ya FREAKS :-P) So yeah - RATED R. 

Also sidenote - it's really tough to write sexy things when you're feeling poorly, and we can't all be smut masters like Deanne & Micah ... for realz...   but I tried and that's what matters :) Gold star for me. 

we should all start a collective youtube channel - i'd subscribe  - :) 

and here...we...go...

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"Cheers"

"To Beyonce'. To Surfboard."

Mitch had already lost it and started laughing as they clinked glasses.

"and to Yonce' all on this mouth like liquor."

They both died laughing for a bit and took another drink. Scott put his phone away and downed his entire glass in one go.

"Slow down, Screech." Mitch looked at him with a giggle.

"I will after that. I just need a kickstart since you already got a headstart."

Mitch laughed and drank the rest of his own glass. "REFILLS!" He reached out to grab Scott's empty glass/mason jar but it was an awkward exchange where Mitch didn't quite have it yet, but Scott thought he did and let go.

They both had that split second moment of panic, but the glass was unharmed as it landed on the carpet.

"Party foul already." Mitch sighed and knelt down to retrieve the glass. Unfortunately he may have moved a tad too quickly because he immediately lost his balance and fell forward. He reached out to try and grab Scott's leg, but missed and ended up with his face right in Scott's crotch.

He quickly sat back on his heels, face millimeters away from what he now knew was an already very hard, very large problem for his friend.

Scott didn't know what to do and just kind of froze. He felt slightly embarassed for his friend and slightly for himself. He just stared down at him, chewing on his lip. The sight of Mitch there at his feet, staring straight at the outline of his dick like he was hypnotized and just couldn't look away... it was too much.

"Please." It sounded almost strangled, whimpered out involuntarily. It was only when his friend glanced up at him, expression interested and curious, that he knew it was he who had spoken.

"Please? Y-you want me to touch you?" He set the glasses on the floor, never taking his eyes from Scott's. Fingers reached out slowly and began to trace him through his sweats. His motions were hesitant, cautious as he was still gauging Scott's reactions.

Scott swallowed and then groaned at the friction. He reached down to touch his shoulders, fingertips dancing along his neck just barely.

"Is this ok?" Mitch seemed to be more seeking approval than wanting him, but at that moment he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Yea, yes. More."

He was surprised at the husk in his own voice, the desperation. He sounded so wanton, like a common whore. He realized this, but didn't give a damn. If it got Mitch to continue what he was doing then he'd beg on his hands and knees if he wanted.

Thankfully it didn't come to that as Mitch increased the pressure of his touch, fingers moving, palm pressing. He kept watching Scott's face and smiled at the sudden flexing of the fingers on his shoulder. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of those gray sweats and pulled them down, realizing quickly that Scott had decided to forgo underwear and his co¢k nearly smacked him right in the face. He kind of laughed a bit before licking his lips and reaching out to touch again.

Scott grabbed his hand and stopped him.  "Your mouth. I need it. Just your mouth."

The looks that transitioned on Mitch's face caused his heart to stall momentarily, but then a wicked grin before warm, wet bliss.

He threw his head back, one hand cradling the back of his friend's head, the other constantly on the move, unsure of where it wanted to settle. "I can't get enough of your mouth"  Now he was just spouting out nonsense, but who the       fu¢k cares when you have those plush lips wrapped around you.

Mitch knew he was good at this, and it showed in his eyes, a smugness that somehow turned Scott on even more.

"Mmm Mitch, yes.. Oh my God just like... yea."  He mostly just panted out his name, moaning and sliding his fingers through soft brown locks. "What I wouldn't do to press you down into the sheets right now" He let out a tortured sound as Mitch hollowed out his cheeks.

"Jesus, please. I want-"

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He awoke with a groan of annoyance as Wyatt pounced on his chest and proceeded to rub his face against Scott's in affection.  

"Stupid, fu¢king cat." He tried to be angry, but couldn't help but pet the purring kitty. 

But wait... if Wyatt was in his room that meant Mitch was awake. He sat up suddenly, completely excited to see him, to talk...  to kiss.

Wait.

Last night had been reality right? Could it have possibly been just another dream? No... no way.

He chewed on his lip as he tugged on a t-shirt and threw in his contacts before looking himself over in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, a bit exasperated when it wouldn't cooperate.

That's it, you're officially out of your mind! It's Mitch, for Christ's sake. He's seen you in Kirstie's yoga pants and sports bra before. Relax.

He stared at his door which Mitch must have cracked open to let in the cat. (Wyatt had a tendency to paw at his door until someone would let him in and he'd curl up on whatever part of the bed was free of Scott's limbs until he decided it was time to wake up his other dad.) He could smell food and hear his roommate's voice as he sang some broadway song to himself. He wanted to just run out there and wrap his arms around him and kiss those lips, but he wasn't sure if that was really ok or if last night was the result of his brain trying to play tricks on him again. 

7 minutes of mental torture later and he'd finally found the courage to exit his bedroom and approach his best friend. He opened his mouth to greet him but a yawn came out instead.

Mitch noticed him and gave a tiny, almost hesitant wave. "Morning sleepy head. I got coffee already and decided to make breakfast. I was getting tired of cereal."

"Oh. Thanks." He reached his arms up into the air as he stretched.

"Sleep well?"

That set off the warning bells. If he'd actually talked to his friend in the middle of the night then he'd know he'd had trouble sleeping. But then, why had he gotten him coffee?

"Um..." He scratched at his head, causing his hair to stick up at all ends. "Santana, did we talk last night?"

Mitch looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "No? I must say I was quite the surprised girl when I came home from Tyler's party and saw your car in the lot. You've been a bit of a stranger." He turned back to the eggs on the stove.

He didn't see Scott's face fall as his heart sank in his chest. He ran his hands over his face trying to get his thoughts together again. "I know, I'm sorry about that."

Shit shit shit. I don't know if I can do this.

"It's ok, I guess. Just missed your stupid face, is all. I mean, whatever."

"missed you too"

He grabbed his coffee and went to sit at the table, scrolling through twitter on his phone, or pretending to while he tried to figure out his next move.

So he would have to pull up the courage to confess... again.  Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. Maybe he could be a bit more confident this time, not flub his words or act like an awkward teenager. Maybe Mitch would be just as accepting and maybe he would confess his own feelings for him again. Maybe real life could be just as good as his dreams.

He hoped, but knew he shouldn't hold his breath.

Mitch appeared next to him, placing a plate down in front of him before sitting down across from him to eat his own food.

It was quiet for a little while as they stuffed their faces.

"Why did you want to know if we'd talked last night?" Mitch looked a bit concerned.. "Are you sleep walking again?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "That was only twice and I was on medication. Besides I lived with Kirstie then."

"Please tell me you didn't get blackout drunk?"

"No, no. I just... forget it."

"Mmmk." Mitch made a face and sipped his coffee.

"I'll do the dishes since you cooked."

"Well, thanks darling. Aren't you just a sweetheart."

Scott grabbed their plates and went about clearing and cleaning them. He was mentally trying to determine how to broach this subject now that they were awake. He was just setting the last dish into the dishwasher when he felt hands settle on his hips, a body pressed up behind him.

"You really are having dreams about me aren't you. You can't even distinguish dream from reality."

He was almost terrified to move. So they HAD talked the night before... and damn for a tiny man he had such long, thin fingers that curved around his hip bones. 

Don't think about his fingers.

He could feel Mitch's forehead resting on his back.

"When I let Wyatt in your room I could hear you. Fu¢k the way you said my name ... do you have any idea how hard it was not to just throw myself at you... " 

"Why didn't you." He dared a look over his shoulder. 

"Because..."  he looked up at him "I want you to know this isn't a dream."

Scott turned around completely before staring at the man he'd been lusting after for weeks now. "How do I know?"

"How many fingers?" He held up his hand and Scott regarded it before taking it gently and bringing it to his lips, counting off each digit outloud with a kiss.

"... five."

"Ok. Can you read the clock on the wall?" Mitch was smiling now as Scott's hands had moved to his hips, already toying with the hem of his shirt, just waiting for the ok to remove it.

Scott thought his question was silly at first, but he did look and read off the time. "10:17"

"So... would you like to tell me about these dreams?"

"I'd much rather show you." He tugged at those narrow hips, and pulled him against him. He nearly choked as he felt the hardness there, his REAL co¢k not some made up fantasy he'd dreamt up. He barely had to look in those eyes, just as a last check for second thoughts, to see that this wasn't just a one sided need.

He moved in, lips ghosting over Mitch's with every motion. "Please tell me I can have you."

Mitch closed the distance, leaning forward into him.

Scott groaned as that clever tongue made it's way in to visit his own. He didn't taste like any of the things he'd dreamt that he might, but the little brat had thought to brush his teeth before starting this. It was a mixture of mint, orange and Mitch. It nearly overwhelmed his senses and he had to hold on to the smaller man to keep himself steady.

He felt fingers teasing around the hem of his own tshirt before it was tugged upwards and Mitch pulled away just enough to growl out a low "off..."

He grinned a bit and pulled it the rest of the way up and off. He was about to insist Mitch do the same, but cold fingers splayed out over his naked stomach. He inhaled sharply as he watched those fingers dance over the exposed skin.

"Your turn." He was much more successful pulling off Mitch's shirt without much aid except having him lift his arms a bit. He was eager and tried to pull him in closer but Mitch put a hand to his chest.

"Oh no. I've been waiting a loooong time for this. You are going to stand there and you are going to be a good boy and let me have what I want."

Sassafrass. Always... even in this. He was a bit surprised at the tone, the commanding stare, but gave a nod, wanting to see just what it was that Mitchell wanted. The boy was already staring at his body like it was a bottle of water and he was a man dying of thirst.

"You're so fu¢king gorgeous. I've always wanted to touch, to taste." Those lips were on him, kissing along his jawline, slowly making it's way lower to skim over his collarbone. He must have found a spot at the base of his neck that he really happened to enjoy because he spent the longest time there on it and then another higher up on his neck. Scott never let Alex mark him. It was a big 'no no' between the two of them, and Alex had always followed the rules. He just couldn't bring himself to stop Mitch, not when it felt like this. He didn't give a damn if the world saw it, hell he vowed to put a matching set on the Italian's neck. Imagine the uproar after that Superfruit video.

He nearly laughed at the thought, but just then he realized Mitch had relocated and a rough tongue flattened over his nipple and all he could do was release a small sound that wasn't even close to dignified. Mitch let out a similar noise as he moved to the other to tease and taste it just as he had the first.

"Tell me about your favorite dream."

Scott wasn't sure he could form any actual words at the moment, let alone sentences, but if it kept Mitch doing what he was doing he'd give it a shot.

"There was... um the shower at the hotel in London."

"mmm the one with the seats and the two shower heads?" Mitch practically purred against his stomach as his mouth continued on the move.

"Yea. No, wait the best one was the one I had in the auditorium at Martin."

Mitch looked up at him, a surprised yet pleased grin on his face. "You fu¢ked me in the auditorium? Was it in the audience or on stage?"

Scott felt a brush of contact over him as Mitch slid his fingers just barely over the front of his sweats. "S-stage...   ...  on top of the piano."

"Oh you dirty, dirty boy. Did we have an audience?" He looked up through his lashes and kept his eyes on those baby blues, somehow managing to find the string of his sweatpants with his teeth and tug it out of the bow effortlessly.

Scott moaned at the sight, trying to keep his hands in check by gripping the counter behind him. He remembered a similar position in one of his dreams. "N-no no audience. Just us. You were so beautiful and so fu¢king loud."

Mitch grinned and tugged down, freeing him from sweats and boxers at the same time.  He instructed Scott to step out of them and he did without hesitation. "Look at you all hot already." He was staring straight at the erection in front of him as if talking directly to it and bypassing Scott altogether. He slid a hand over his thigh, perilously close to that sensitive organ and it caused Scott to shift a bit.

He was nearly disappointed when Mitch began a journey back upwards again, rising to his feet as he finally found Scott's lips again, pushing him bodily into the edge of the counter. He adjusted so that they rubbed together at every press.

The blonde felt his own hips buck up against him, practically rutting like a dog in heat. Mitch moaned into his mouth and only rubbed himself against him shamelessly.

"How about here? Have you dreamt about taking me in the kitchen?"

Scott growled, a bit impatient with all of the talk. "yes, but I kept getting woken up in the middle. There was once... bent over the kitchen table. There were cupcakes involved...."

Mitch laughed a bit. "Of course there were. So is that where you plan to have me?"

Scott looked at him, suddenly tired of the games. He was more sensitive, more alert, more on FIRE than he'd ever been or even imagined he could be. Was this really what being with Mitch was all about? Heat and senses and all of the familiarity and all of the spontaneity that came with him.   Was it all overdrive and pounding heartbeats and hot skin? 

He couldn't help himself as he cupped the back of his head, needing him to look at him. "No. No, I want to see you laid out on my sheets. I want to taste you, and touch you and feel you. I want to hear you call my name over and over again. I want you. Fu¢k, I want you."

The following kiss was a little too eager, but then so was Mitch after that speech. Scott slid his hands down his back as he kissed, further and further until he was able to get ahold of that perfect little ass and squeeze as he pressed forward at the same time. He was rewarded with a groan into his mouth. He lifted and Mitch seemed to catch the drift as Scott stepped away from the counter and Mitch's legs wrapped around his hips.

The eager man in his arm rotated his hips and Scott nearly stumbled to the side as he was flooded with sensation. Unlike in his dreams, finding his room took actual effort so that neither of them ended up injured. The short time he had to pull away from that hot mouth was worth it once Mitch was there, laid out on his bed, looking up at him blinking with feigned innocence. He knew better though and made quick work of Mitch's pants and underwear, tossing them to God knows where.

The petite man's prick was long and lean and Scott had never had a more perfect weight on his tongue or in his mouth.

Mitch made an attempt to keep his reactions to himself, to keep his hips down and his mouth shut, but that was short lived as that tongue slithered down then up, pushing and sucking at the same time. He was forced to end Scott's happy time abruptly for fear of losing control. "My turn."

Transitions and re-positioning can be quite an awkward break when you're not in a dreamworld, but they seemed to move with each other without thinking. Scott moved up the bed and Mitch got on his hands and knees to face him, mouth salivating at just the thought of running his tongue over that thick vein.

He took Scott in his hand, taking a moment to get used to the fact that this was really happening and this, if all things went according to plan, would be inside of him very, very soon. The thought caused him to rock his hips back up into empty air as he finally took that weighty length into his mouth.

Scott was lost to sensation and feelings, to the nasty sounds that filled the room. "You just... fu¢k you're too good at that." He turned his head to the side, lips nearly brushing his own shoulder as he wants to look away to collect his thoughts and try to make all of this last, but still unable to look away from the porn worthy scene in front of him as Mitch seemed quite content to drive Scott absolutely insane.

He tried to keep still, worried about hurting him, but he couldn't help but arch and press forward. He ouldn't stop the sounds he made, nor the way he practically begged Mitch for more, his name slipping out on repeat like a mantra.

Finally he could take no more. He needed this man and he needed him as quickly as possible.

"Mitchie...   please. Need you. Now ..   God, please."

Mitch slipped back off of him with an amused grin. "No need for prayers, I'm already yours." 

Scott pushed him over onto his side, moving him like a ragdoll and positioning him until he was exactly how he wanted, legs spread wide, a pillow beneath his hips. The man didn't seem to mind at all. He kept his eyes on him as he retrieved a bottle from his nightstand and squeezed a bit onto his fingers.

Mitch watched, anticipating the initial burn, but inhaled sharply at the contrasting sensations. "Fu¢king hell that's cold..." 

"Sorry." Scott said it, but didn''t look at all like he meant it. He was too busy being mesmerized by his finger disappearing inside of his best friend.

"Shi†.. ... oh fu¢k... could your fingers be any..." he let out another gasp and arched a bit "fu¢king bigger."

Scott was smug as he worked to open him, adding a second slippery finger while he watched the restless hips try to determine if they wanted to move away from the intruding digits or press forward to try to take them deeper. Unlike dream Mitch, the real one didn't hesitate to tell Scott exactly where to touch or how to adjust to really turn him into a mess of nothing.

When throaty groans and hesitant hips became persistent begging and grinding, he added yet a third digit and Mitch was effectively brought down from his high.

"Ow, you ass!" Mitch smacked his arm and he couldn't help but laugh a bit as he removed the addition, twisting the two that remained..

"Couldn't have you too close before we'd even gotten started."

Mitch pouted until he caught Scott just staring down at him. "What?"

"You're so beautiful like this."

Mitch didn't respond, just watched him.

"I've always thought you were, beautiful I mean. Just wanted to tell you."

He opened his mouth to respond this time but all that came out was a moan as Scott spread the fingers inside of him.

"Stop teasing and fu¢k me already, I can't take it!" He whined desperately. 

That made his eyes crinkle in laughter as he slid his fingers out of Mitch. He grabbed the bottle once again, coating himself. He didn't bother with a condom, he knew both he and Mitch were clean. He wanted nothing more than to feel Mitch around him, skin to skin.

Mitch was quiet for the moment, but his fingers slid over the sheets... the anticipation driving him absolutely crazy.

"My gorgeous, needy little Mitchie." He crawled up his body, hand propping him up above Mitch's face. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Not as long as I've wanted you." He tried to press upwards, but froze as Scott slowly pressed against his entrance. He nearly held his breath as he felt the head slip inside. He gripped Scott's arm, digging in his nails a bit, using it to let Scott know when he was ok for more with each squeeze and release.

When he finally was completely inside he leaned down to kiss him, hoping he'd relax the grip he had around him. He couldn't believe how tight he was, how unbelievably molten hot inside.

"So tight..." he whispered out before meeting their mouths again. He felt Mitch slowly relaxing around him and he gave a small rock of hips.

"Finally." Mitch groaned out.

He began to push into him with slow languid rolls of his hips, trying to be gentle, but Mitch was too eager and encouraging. The brunette let his head just fall back and his eyes close as lips pressed to his neck, biting and marking.

Soon the blonde couldn't hold back anymore and he sat up to wrap those long legs around him and grip those hips to pull him back against him, clashing their bodies together.

Mitch was sure to bear marks later, but he didn't seem to mind if those filthy encouragements spilling from his lips were any indication.  He really wanted this to last, but also knew they were both too close to really draw it out. He threw his head back as he pressed harder, faster, just as Mitch was begging for.

He couldn't get enough of the noises he made, the grunts and the moans, the sighs and whimpers. Mitch was a symphony of sound that balanced out the slapping of skin on skin.

He was close... dangerously close, and when he wrapped his fingers around Mitch those brown eyes shot open to look at him, mouth hanging open.

Mitch went first, but Scott wasn't far behind. They lay tangled in their own mess, Scott kissing all over his face and neck, Mitch beaming.

"You're perfect." Scott's gaze was lidded and lazy as he looked at him.

"Everything you dreamed it would be?"

"Soooo much better." It really had been. It hadn't been quick and perfectly planned, but It was real and it was messy and awkward at times. It was 1000% better than any dream he could have imagined.

"So I guess dreams really can come true, huh." Mitch said with a sassy smile.. 

Scott laughed and buried his face in his shoulder before kissing those lips sweetly.