Thanks for all who have read this story.   THIS IS NOT FOR LITTLE ONES - 100% full of NAUGHTINESS

SMUT AHEAD, I REPEAT, SMUT AHEAD

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Scott lay there, holding his best friend in his arms, mind going in about 1000 different directions at a 100 miles per hour. He’d felt the other boy’s breathing even out about 10 minutes prior and he’d let himself be a bit more liberal with his hands after that. He ran his fingers over the soft skin of his back, hating that he could feel the cold seeping into his skin.

“Mitchie?” he whispered out, wrapping him up in his arms again.

He didn’t get a response so tried one more time. “Are you awake?” He knew he wasn’t, but he just wanted to be sure.

“If, I mean I know we’re not going to die, I mean we can’t, I have too much I need to tell you.” He didn’t know what he was trying to say, but he knew he had to get it out.  “I wish this was us all the time, not the cold the… the holding you part. I keep trying to tell myself that it’s better this way, that we’re good as friends, but then there’s those times you look at me and I can’t breathe.” He felt a tear start to build in the corner of his eye just hanging there for a moment. "I don't know how you haven't noticed yet. I know it's obvious, but one day I’m going to have the courage to tell you, to just go for it and kiss you like I always want to.”

He leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “He’s not you, Mitch. He’s not you. I love you.”

He closed his eyes praying for the heat to come back on. The single tear finally made its way down his cheek.

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21.7 minutes later ;)

He heard a click and opened his eyes. He grabbed the top of the blanket and peeked out only to find the electricity was back on. He didn’t know if the heat was back or not but they really needed the hair dryer and fast.

“Mitchie!”

“Whaaattt” He mumbled against his chest.

 “The electricity. The hair dryer!”

Mitch looked up at him, hair a disheveled mess he could barely see in their blanket fort. “You get it.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed Mitch over and off of him. The boy gave a grunt in protest. “Hey!”

But soon they were beginning to thaw out as the hair dryer slowly began to warm their little nook.

“I think I’m starting to feel my fingers again.” He smiled and Mitch gave him a small smile before looking away. After about half an hour it was apparent the heat was back on and they were able to crawl out of their makeshift cave. A knock on the door forced them to quickly start throwing on clothes and Scott opened the door while Mitch grabbed clothes and ended up in the bathroom.

It was Kirstie and Christine, arms full of blankets and a bottle of wine, ready to make camp in case the heat went out again.

As they all snuggled down in the bed, giggling a bit as they all got settled, he couldn’t help but wish there wasn’t a Kirstie between he and his best friend.

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The show they had for that next day was canceled (unsurprisingly) and while they really wanted to find another hotel, they really needed to wait for some of the snow and ice to melt before they hit the road.

They all wondered what Avi and Kevin did to stay warm during the blackout, but the duo just got awkward and claimed they slept through it. Like anyone really believed that.

That night saw another slumber party in Scott and Mitch’s room. He was a bit annoyed that he’d barely gotten to spend any time with Mitch alone the entire day, but tomorrow would see them back on the bus and back on the road. Another day, another town, another hotel room. Life went back to normal… well their definition of normal.

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2 months later

Scott danced and sang along to Destiny’s Child’s Christmas album as he finished putting up the last of the decorations. They both had been more than a bit sad when they found out how little time they would get to spend at their apartment during the holidays, so they agreed that putting up decorations would probably be a waste of time. They'd been disappointed, but they would see plenty of decorations in Texas when they went home. But despite it all he really just wanted to see Mitch’s face when he saw that they would actually have a tree this year. It wasn’t real and it wasn’t very big, but he’d done his best and it had turned out really good if he did say so himself.

After double checking everything he finally lit up the tree and the other fairy lights he’d hung around before dimming the main lights. He smiled to himself as he ran into his room and grabbed the presents he’d already wrapped for Mitch and put them under the tree. He had to shoo Wyatt away from chewing on the branches or pawing at the ornaments, tree skirt and presents on more than a couple of occasions, but the feline finally took the hint and disappeared into Mitch's room.

He got bored as he waited and decided to make them some hot chocolate. He went all out and made it all pretty with fluffy marshmallows just the way Mitch liked it and put them on the coffee table. It was less than a minute later that he heard the sound of keys.

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“Seriously, mom I swear you don’t have to buy me anything special for Christmas.” He argued as he unlocked the door, phone held awkwardly between his shoulder and his ear. “I don’t-” He cut off, eyes wide as he looked around at the decorations, the tree, the gifts, the gorgeous man standing there practically jumping from foot to foot.

“Mom, I gotta go. I love you.” He hung up and looked around with a smile. “Scott, what… how … I mean I thought we-”

“I know, I know we said... but look at your face right now! I wanted us to have a Christmas for us, y’know? I know we won’t really get to enjoy it for long, but I thought it was worth it.

Mitch couldn’t contain his smile as he looked at all of the little things he’d done. “I love it so much. You have no idea right now.”

“Andd in the spirit of all things Christmas, I made hot chocolate.”

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They drank their drinks and cuddled together on the couch as they watched White Christmas. Mitch was on cloud 9. He was happy, content, nostalgic, a tad emotional. He felt warm and safe and loved. He looked up and watched his friend for a moment before he was caught. Scott tightened his arm around him and smiled. “Merry Christmas, Mitchie.”

He thought about it for a minute or so, had really been thinking about it for weeks, but he figured if he didn’t go for it now, he never would. Scolex had imploded just over a month ago and Scott had seemed to be perfectly fine with the situation. This was it. If this whole thing wasn’t a setup straight from the gods of fate then he didn’t know what was.

He got up, sliding out of Scott’s arms and throwing a quick “bathroom” over his shoulder as he hurried into his room. After a quick change he stepped into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. As he brushed his teeth he gave himself a mental pep talk. He’d listened to the video he'd dubbed Scott’s Christmas List so many times he could recite the entire video by heart. He’d mentally gone over all of those words that Scott had confessed while he thought he was asleep so many times it made his brain hurt just thinking about it. This was the moment to act on it. This was what he wanted, he was sure of it.

He tightened the robe around him, making sure it was secure before heading back to the couch. Scott barely looked up or acknowledged him as he curled up against him once again. After about 10 more minutes of snuggling, and a lot of inner monologue, he finally found his voice.

“Hey, Scott?”

“Yeah?”

He bit his lip. “Can I.. I mean, I want to give you one of your presents early.”

The blonde shot him a look. “The guy who loves to torture people by making them wait until AFTER Christmas with our families wants to give up a present early?” He raised an eyebrow.

Mitch nodded, nerves causing his pulse to race as he sat up to face him. “I know, and it’s a pretty big one too. Im just not sure how you’re going to feel about it, if you’ll like it or not.”  He gnawed on his lip as he watched his friend.

“You know I’ll love anything you give me.”

His tongue darted out to slowly wet his lips and after he followed Scott’s eyes as their focus slid down his face to watch, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to his. After a few moments he pulled away and Scott slowly opened his eyes to look at him. “Mitchie?”

He swallowed... hard. “You were asleep and I asked you what you wanted for Christmas. You said...” He took a deep breath, the residual electricity from their kiss still sitting in his tummy. “you said you wanted… me. Well, specifically you wanted a naked Mitch to kiss, hold and fu¢k.”

Scott turned so red, but he didn’t dare look away.

“What I’m trying to say is… I love you.” He took the free end of the belt holding his robe together and put it in Scott’s hand. “If you want it, I’m yours.”

The blonde was completely still, frozen in shock as he stared at the beautiful boy before him. He wasn’t quite sure he was awake and not in one of his dreams, but he stared down at his hand and followed the strip of fabric back to the bow that kept his present wrapped.

“If you don’t, that’s ok too. I’ll understand. I won't say anything else about it and we can go back to watching Christmas movies." He felt his pinky finger tap a nervous rhythm on his leg and forced it to still.

Scott looked directly into vulnerable brown eyes and slowly pulled, letting the bow shrink and then fall apart. He shifted onto his knees and moved closer. He kept his eyes on the other’s as he slowly slid his fingers along the edge of the opening. He had to make sure.   “Are you sure?”

The corner of the younger man's lips slid into a smile and the moment that dimple greeted him he couldn’t stop himself and pressed his mouth into the other's, desperately wanting to taste everything that was Mitch.  He kept it slow, not wanting to rush and miss even one moment. Those perfect lips cushioned his exactly as he’d imagined they would and a quick swipe to ask for permission and he was met with the taste of mint and Mitch.

The kisses were slow, sexy. Their tongues moved clumsily at first until the rhythm that always seemed to keep them so in sync found them. Scott moved even closer to cradle the back of his neck, using the leverage to press even further. Mitch’s fingers slid over his elbow, looking for a place to rest.

As he brought them back a bit with small kisses he finally pulled away a few inches and looked down at the body in front of him. “I love you, too.” He hooked a finger into what was left holding the fabric together and tugged it free. Mitch was patient and let him slowly slide his hands inside to part the garment, exposing him for all to see.

For someone as experienced as Mitch was, and as much as he knew Scott had seen him in his underwear on countless occasions, this was different.  He was naked, physically and emotionally.

“You’re perfect, gorgeous, so sexy.”

He wanted to touch so badly, to grab Scott and rip his clothes off and beg for him to let him ride him, but there was something special about the moment. No one had ever been quite this delicate with him, no one. He swallowed as he reigned in his hormones and also his emotions and let Scott lead the way.

Their mouths joined again and this time Scott moved to climb over him, laying him back onto the couch. He wrapped his arms around the man on top of him, sliding his hands up the back of his shirt and attempting to pull him down against him. Scott was losing his grip on his control, he could tell. The hands that had been resting idly on his waist began to move and explore, sliding over his chest and down over his stomach and finally to his hips before starting the journey all over again. He let out a quiet whine as a thumb pressed over one of his nipples, He could feel Scott’s smile against his lips.

He tugged at Scott’s shirt between kisses and finally he took the hint and sat back to pull it over his head and off. He smiled up at him, lip sliding beneath his teeth yet again.

Scott zeroed in on his mouth and reached up to run his thumb along that bottom lip. “I’ve never had so much fun unwrapping a present before.”

Mitch grinned but also knew the blush was climbing up his face straight from his toes. He slid his fingers gently through Scott’s hair as he leaned down to kiss his stomach, thumbs sliding over the jut of his hip bones before his mouth decided to have it's own fun, tongue circling and mouth nibbling at one before sliding over to give the other the same treatment. He just knew he was going to end up going before he wanted to. The knowledge that Scott really listened... when they told each other intimate details about their sex lives, Scott had been taking mental notes and here he was applying one. His hip bones were his weakness. They were his most sensitive area, and Scott was taking full advantage. He let out a throaty moan as he felt him suck on the skin there, probably bruising it. If he kept this up he wouldn’t even make it to the damɴ finale.

“Scott… please.” his voice came out breathy and needy. He wanted to roll his eyes at himself but this was one occasion he wanted to keep his sass to a minimum.

One flick of that nimble tongue and Scott lifted his head. “Tell me what you want.”   Oh, that fu¢king bedroom voice, the drop … the added texture.. Scott was going to be the death of him before it was all over.  

“You...   Please let me see you.”

Scott moved up to kiss him again and Mitch decided he was impatient and slid his hands up over his hips and then to his as$ and pulled down, pleased when his weight bore down on him. He lifted his hips to press up, hands still pulling downward, hoping for some friction.

He moaned full on into his mouth as he felt Scott’s stomach warm and solid against his quite pleased ¢ock.

He nearly protested as Scott took his mouth on the move again and he knew he was going to have quite the abstract art on his neck to explain when they had their interview and concert the next day, but fu¢k it. Wave the flag if you can. ‘I’m young and i have a hot boy on top of me and a hot mouth on my neck. #jealousbybeyonce’  

He watched through hooded eyes as Scott lifted up onto his arms, watching Mitch thoughtfully as he shifted his hips. Mitch waited, anticipation making him antsy. When Scott stood he nearly died of a heart attack, fearing the worst, but he was quickly scooped up, robe hanging uselessly from his arms. He couldn’t help but smile when Scott laid him gently on the carpet by the tree.

“Figured I should do this properly” He grinned and stood, looking down at his ‘present.’ He wiggled out of his sweats and underwear in one go, pulling at his socks as well and nearly falling about a hundred times as he did. It was comical, but Mitch was NOT laughing. He was too busy checking out the appendage that would, if everything went according to plan, be spearing him into next year. He didn't even realize he was doing it as he reached down, hand stroking himself slowly as he watched his friend.

It didn't take Scott long to notice and he quickly dropped to his knees, easily parting Mitch’s legs and maneuvering himself between them. He leaned in close, watching those fingers slide up and down that column of flesh. He let his tongue dart out, sliding the tip around the areas where Mitch’s hand moved, keeping perfect time with it. He locked eyes with brown and slowly moved up to take the head between his lips, tongue swirling a circle around the tip. He watched the grip Mitch had falter and he reached out to slowly pry those fingers away, replacing them with his own. This was where he started to get the full audio concert of Mitch’s undoing. He made mental recordings of every gasp, whine, moan and whispered word as he slowly slid his lips down to take him in. He wanted more, wanted Mitch clinging to his body, screaming his name as he drove into him, but didn’t know if Mitch wanted to go slow or not. Besides, this was about as perfect as he could ever hope for. Then Mitch said his name in the most melodic moan he'd ever heard and he let out his own groan in response, vibrating around the organ in his mouth. He felt fingers tangle roughly into his hair and couldn't help but put just a bit more effort in, removing his hand and concentrating as he took Mitch down to the root, feeling him arch up beneath him.

"fu¢king hell, I can't... Its ... Scott.”

He looked up at him as he slid back off of him slowly. Mitch had head his head thrown back, throat exposed in a delicious arch, mouth hanging open in a silent cry. He wanted to burn the sight into his brain so he would never ever forget it.

He kept his eyes on him as he doubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to feel him let go down his throat. He could tell the boy was about to lose the tight control he was fighting so hard to maintain. He could feel the tension in his muscles building, the way his fingernails scratched at his scalp.

“Scott, wait.. please I want… I want you to…” He breathed out, trying to force words out and not quite able to put the right ones together.

Scott knew exactly what he was trying to say, but no… he wanted him to fall apart.. just like this.

He listened to the shaky inhale as his body writhed beneath his mouth. “Baby… I can’t…”

He inwardly smirked, sliding down again, taking him all in as one hand slid down to fondle his balls and the other rubbing a circle on his hip bone.  That was all it took and instead of the loud noise he expected, it was his name breathed out on a quiet exhale as he felt him let loose down the back of his throat. He cleaned him gently with his tongue once he was completely finished, licking his lips after he sat back with a smug grin.

Mitch was relaxed and pliant as he slowly began to come down from that high. He couldn’t hide his lazy grin as he looked at the blonde head trailing kisses from his bellybutton up until their mouths met, all tongue and shared breath.

“I’ll be right back” Scott kissed him one last time and then he was up and gone.

He took the time to slide his arms out from the robe sleeves and stretched out like a cat. He had no doubt whatsoever that this was the best decision he had ever made. He felt like a boneless puddle of nothing, body hot like a furnace and tingling all over.  

Scott quickly returned, lube and towel in hand, and as he dropped to his knees Mitch shifted and reached out, hand wrapping around Scott’s very attentive arousal as he also rose to his knees.

“fu¢k…”  

“Well, yeah.” Mitch teased, slipping his thumb over the tip, spreading the leaking substance around. He’d fantasized about this moment so many times, but watching Scott’s face as he momentarily lost himself was so much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

“Wait.”

He froze as a large hand grabbed ahold of his wrist and gently pulled his hand away.

He was confused at first and irrationally embarrassed, but Scott leaned down to rest his forehead against his, eyes closed. “I’ll never make it through that. I want to be… I mean I want…if you want..”

“God, yes.”

As blue came back to greet him, he watched them narrow and swore he saw them darken with lust, pupils overtaking all of the color, his grin lewd and mischievous. He’d never felt more wanted, more sexy in his entire life. He felt those heavy hands slide down his back, squeezing and fondling his as$, flattening out to pull him against him. He gasped as he gave his bottom a tiny smack.

Scott grinned and kissed his neck then whispered in his ear, “put it in the air for me.”

He felt himself beginning come back to life, already at half mast yet again. He felt a shiver run through him, as he pulled back to give him an innocent face “Yes, daddy.”

He heard the rumble in Scott’s chest and knew he was totally in for it. He shifted and turned, dropping his hands to the floor and then letting his chest follow, pushing his as$ up and back towards the man behind him. He felt those hands on him again, another smack then another and he moaned out a few words of encouragement as he tried to rock back even further into his touch.

He hissed in surprise when he felt a tongue poking and prodding and he dug his fingers into the carpet, not used to this kind of intimacy. Scott was messy and enthusiastic and he lost all coherency as he finally began to open him up, teeth nibbling on the swell of his as$ as those fingers went to work.

He began to lose patience, wanting... needing Scott inside of him where he belonged. He tried to push back into him, begging out loud for more but another spank and a curl of fingers is what he got instead. He felt like he had a knot inside and only Scott could untie it. His nerves felt completely raw and he knew he was a whimpering, trembling, desperate mess.

He reached down between his own legs to let his fingers drag over his slowly reddening pri¢k, and hissed at how sensitive he was now, the thick digits inside of him hitting all the right spots and eliciting all kinds of words and sounds.

“Please… I can’t take it.”  he begged.

He heard a quiet chuckle behind him and knew his cheeks, both sets, were red but he didn’t even care at the moment. He whimpered quite audibly as he was suddenly left empty.

“Come here.” God the authority in that voice that was just dripping with sex threatened to end him a second time before they even got to the good part, but he pushed down his hormones again and sat up to look over at the man of his dreams. He crawled towards him, the need to be sexy completely forgotten. He was hasty, horny and needy and fu¢k if he wanted to wait another minute. Scott sat back and pulled him into his lap. He straddled his hips as he reached down to grip the back of Scott’s neck, kissing him once again. He got lost a bit in the way Scott seemed to obsess over his bottom lip until he felt it, the blunt tip of that perfect co¢k sliding over his entrance, teasing until it pressed ever so slightly, not enough to breach him, but just enough to stretch.  He tried to press down, but strong hands encircled his hips and he groaned in protest.

He wanted to bite the smirk right off of the infuriating man’s face.

“Say it again.”

He looked into his eyes, trying to decipher just what it was he was asking him to say, but the soft edge told him everything he needed to know. “I love you.” He groaned quietly as Scott moved up into him, but only an inch or so.

“Scott, please.”

“What do you call me?”

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by the uncertainty in the blonde’s voice, but also by how much the words actually turned him on.

He pursed his lips as he felt him slide in barely another centimeter or so and nipped at Scott’s mouth as he gave his answer in a husky whisper. “fu¢k me, daddy.”

His heart felt like a sledgehammer in his chest as he was stretched wide inch by inch. He let his mouth hang open and let his forehead fall to that broad shoulder as he let his fingernails dig into the skin of the biceps he held onto for dear life.

He felt a slow drag, up and down up and down until finally he was completely seated. He let out a few shaky breaths, barely registering the fingers that slid over the back of his neck, rubbing gently at his spine.

He adjusted his legs and sat up just a bit, moan escaping him of its own accord as he gave an experimental rock. He felt the grip on his hips falter and did it once again, reveling in the deep hum that he got in return.

It was in every part of his body, down to the very center of him. It was too good, deliciously perfect.

“You’re so hot inside, so damɴ tight.” He felt that grip tighten around his hips once again as he began to find his rhythm, hissing when he found the perfect angle. He wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck as he moved and let his own head fall back as Scott worshiped the skin of his neck again, biting at the tendon running from his shoulder to his neck.

He couldn’t help but grin as he rolled his hips and that hand came down on his as$ again, squeezing and rubbing the sting away.

He giggled a bit, quite inappropriately as Scott wrapped an arm around his back and lifted him in order to lay him on his back. He gave two powerful strokes that left Mitch gasping for air before he gave an authoritative “Over.”

He felt like a baby fawn as he tried to get his limbs to comply as Scott slid out of him. He managed to make it onto his stomach, but strong hands lifted him by the hips before he could even get to his knees on his own. He couldn’t hold his voice back anymore and he just hoped that no one could tell where the foul mouthed harlot lived as Scott hit his target with every.single.thrust.

He knew he was in for some impressive marks on his hips and walking was going to be on an emergency only basis after this, (if he had to stand still for tomorrow's concert, oh friggin well) but it was soooo worth it.

He wasn’t quite sure he was breathing as those hands disappeared from his hips and that heavy pri¢k pistoned into him still, skin bouncing off of skin.

It was too much and his volume continued to climb, fingers and hands searching for something to hold onto.

A heavy arm completely encircled his waist as Scott pressed against his back, his other arm holding him up. He felt hot breath on his ear and he whimpered desperately as he reached down to alleviate some pressure.

Scott continued to surprise him, upping his game and he gave Mitch everything he had. Again and again, a frantic back and forth that suddenly stole his voice and he was reduced to staggered shaky breaths and silent pleas.

He was brought out of it all once again as Scott rolled him onto his back, their connection lost but only momentarily as Scott entered him again as he leaned over him. He wrapped arms and legs around him, urging those hips forward, begging for release, body rocking on the carpet. He moved his lips messily over his lover’s until they pulled away.

“Come for me, baby.”

He let out a long moan as Scott’s fingers gently moved over him and he let go moments before he felt the rhythm falter. A couple of jerky thrusts later and he felt Scott finish as well, his face buried in Mitch’s neck, a whispered, "I love you" slipping into the air before he went completely silent as he struggled to catch his breath.

Mitch was too blissed out to move and he just lay there with his eyes closed as he basked in the afterglow. He smiled as he felt tiny kisses along his neck and up his jawline and laughed as Scott began to kiss all over his face.

He opened his eyes and felt his heart flutter happily as he was met with a look of complete adoration and a blinding smile.

“Best Christmas present ever.”

“A naked Mitch to kiss and fu¢k at your service. It’s a win-win really.”

He laughed and slid out of him. He watched him grab the nearby towel and gently began to clean them both.

“Anyone ever told you you are really, really good at that? It’s a real talent you have there.” He leaned up on his elbows and let his eyebrows rise and fall as he looked at him.

Scott grinned brightly. “Put in a little extra effort for my boyfriend. Gotta impress.” He gave him a cheeky wink over his shoulder as he stood and took the towel and lube and disappeared into the bathroom.

His cheeks were red and they ached a bit from smiling so damɴ much, but really who could blame him. He laid back and looked up at the Christmas tree twinkling next to him.

“Merry Christmas, Scott.”

And fu¢k carpet burn.