A/N Slight warning for a bit of language and implied naughty bits 

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Mitch awoke the next morning and honestly couldn’t believe it when he realized he wasn’t alone. He yawned a bit as he started to wake up fully, blinking away the haze.

He looked down at the man against him.

He and Scott were sqwunched together in a very different position than Mitch remembered them falling asleep in. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of - one, waking up with Scott next to him, and two, how freakin’ adorable the object of his affection was as he slept sprawled half on top of him.

At some point Scott had slid halfway down the bed. He now lay on his front, his face buried in Mitch’s stomach. His long legs were splayed in opposite directions, one draped over Mitch’s own. He had one arm curled over Mitch’s hips, the other extended up towards the headboard.

 Mitch chuckled and shook his head.

Only you would origami yourself into that position and be comfortable.

He could feel Scott’s breath tickling the skin of his stomach. He felt goosebumps under the fingers that barely touched his side. He wanted to touch, to kiss.

Scott was a heavy sleeper, if past experience had been any indication, so he felt adventurous once again. He ran his fingers through Scott’s hair, and down the back of his neck. He let his fingers glide up and over the curve of his jawline and back again. That neck of his, it was just begging to be explored. Mitch stared at it, hypnotized by it. That stretch of skin was going to be the death of him. He spread his fingers over it. The expanse was go great and completely unblemished, save one tiny freckle that Mitch wanted to taste. He was a bit obsessed with it. He had a lot of kinks, but this had never been one of them. There was just something about Scott’s neck that was just waiting to be kissed, licked, nipped at, sucked on, and about a hundred other vulgar things he could think of. 

Sucked. That was a such strange word, in Mitch’s opinion. He slightly despised the way the word sounded, mundane and average, even with the enunciation he tended to give it. But boy the action itself deserved a fu¢king fireworks display in its honor. He slid his tongue over his bottom lip. He wanted to. GOD, did he want to. Scott’s neck was so accessible. He could imagine kissing the spot behind his ear where he could feel his heartbeat. He wanted to press his tongue against that spot. He let his fingers dance around it, ghosting over the pulse point. He was almost mesmerized by it, until he noticed that there was a smile on the other boys face and his eyes were no longer closed.

He froze.

Scott turned his head to look up at him. “Got something on your mind, Mr. Grassi?” It was playful, flirty, even if he was still groggy with sleep.

Mitch smirked and decided that two could play the flirt game. “Why, whatever gave you that idea, Mr. Hoying?!”

Scott laughed and buried his face in Mitch's stomach as he tightened his arm around him and inhaled, feeling everything starting to wake up. “It’s Scott, Mr. Hoying if you’re nasty…” he sang into skin before laughing sleepily.

Mitch’s heartbeat decided to change rhythm.  

Holy mother of dragons... I can't take it.  

“Ok, Janet.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it. This had to be the best moment he had ever woken up to, ever. It was even better than that time he’d woken up to Kyle between his legs and that one was pretty hard to beat. Still, this was definitely better.

Scott shifted a bit and closed his eyes again getting comfy. He pressed a tiny kiss to the skin of his pillow.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” 

“Sleeping.” Scott mumbled out.

Mitch shook his head. “Un uh, No more sleeping”

Scott didn’t respond.

“Scccooootttttt.” he whined.

Scott looked up at him, with a smirk and a sparkle in his eyes. “What happened to Mr. Hoying?”

Mitch grinned, his cheeks dimpling, eyes narrowing to zero in on the blonde. “Come up here and find out,  Mr. Hoying.”

His breath caught in his throat as Scott’s eyes darkened and he began to crawl up his body, re-positioning his limbs. The gaze of those pale cerulean orbs made his limbs feel weak. The tips of his fingers tingled in anticipation.

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Scott maneuvered up onto his knees, straddling Mitch’s hips. He slid his hands over Mitch’s arms, finding each of Mitch’s hands with his own and weaving their fingers together. He leaned forward, pressing the backs of Mitch’s hands into the mattress on either side of his head. He let himself stare for a moment, taking in the beauty of the face below him. Mitch’s eyes never left his.  

There was no holding back anymore. This man was his for the taking, and this time there would be no stopping him.

The pink of Mitch's tongue peeked out from behind his lips to wet them. That was all it took for Scott to lose it and he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a clash of skin.

Mitch leaned his head up, trying to press further up into Scott, but the other boy increased his pressure, pressing his head back into the pillow. It was a fight for dominance at first, each trying to get the upper hand, but the younger quickly relented and let Scott do as he pleased. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, to pull him closer, to touch… but Scott held fast to his hands. He squirmed a bit underneath him, trying to get as close to him as possible.

When he tugged a bit at Scott’s lower lip with his teeth Scott released his hands and relocated his own so that he could prop up with one, and use the other on the back of Mitch’s neck to bring him in closer.

Scott tasted sweet, kind of like those little strawberry hard candies. He remembered how Kyle used to try to kiss him first thing in the morning and all he could taste was bad morning breath and how horrible it had been.

Wait, do I have morning breath!? 

He pushed Scott away suddenly, his eyes wide as Scott sat back on his heels, still straddling him.

Scott seemed half confused and half concerned. “Are you ok?”

Mitch looked like a cartoon character, both hands covering his mouth and his eyes wide and round. He was both horrified & mortified.

“Fu¢k, I have morning breath don’t I? Oh God, you think I’m gross!” He mumbled behind his hands.

Scott had the most perplexed look on his face.

"Mitch, what?! No."   He leaned in to try and kiss him again, but Mitch pushed him over onto his side and off of him.  

He slid to stand on one foot at the side of the bed, trying to assess how far his crutches were. Luckily Scott was quick and wrapped his fingers around the closest wrist. Mitch’s head flung around and looked at him.

“I have to go brush my teeth!”

“I don’t want to taste toothpaste. I wanna taste you.”

“But…”

“Get back down here.” he pulled gently at his arm. Mitch hesitated for a moment, but he crawled back up onto the bed. Scott laid back this time, and tugged Mitch’s arm until he was now in the position Scott had been in previously.

“Are you sure i don’t need to-” Scott cut him off as he leaned up to silence his protests. Scott still lead the kiss, even from beneath him.

Strawberry candy. Mitch was addicted.

He was losing his himself in the kiss. He began to focus only on Scott's mouth, until his fingers slid over Scott’s neck, that neck he had been fantasizing over only minutes ago. He groaned into Scott’s mouth just thinking about it. He managed to slow their kiss, and then he began his journey. He started at Scott’s chin, lips moving down his throat with ghost kisses and drags of teeth.

Scott let his head fall back, giving Mitch full access as his own fingers tangled into Mitch's hair.

And there it was, that long neck stretched out before him. He took full advantage of it doing all of the things he had imagined doing. Then he found the spot.

His tongue flicked over an area on the side of Scott’s neck and the man responded with an almost desperate moan, his breath hitching, body practically trembling. He tried it again and received a similar response. That was where he marked him. That was where he laid a claim to Scott, to let others know that this was his. He hoped Angel saw it. He hoped she got an eyeful of it and realized that Scott wasn't really hers. He grinned as he nipped at it one last time.

Scott’s breath was ragged and uneven by now. Mitch looked up at him as he took the chance and took his attentions on the move, headed further south. He kissed and teased, indulging while he had the chance. He didn't stop his hands when they wandered, and Scott had no complaints.

He knew he had Scott right where he wanted him: weak and willing.

He locked eyes with older man as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the other’s pajama bottoms. 

“Wait…” Scott forced out.

Mitch blinked in surprise.  Shi†

“C’mere…”

Mitch hesitated, but he slid up the bed to rest next to Scott.

He had pushed too hard. He had just wanted it so badly. He wanted SCOTT so badly. Was he angry?!

It was only when he was next to Scott with his nerves threatening to get the best of him, that he realized his ankle had started to throb a bit. It was stiff and sore, but that was to be expected. He chose to ignore it. Scott was more important right now.

Scott stared at him. “Mitch I just-”

“-I’m sorry! I didn’t me-”. Scott cut off the man who’d interrupted him with a finger to his lips. “as I was saying...” He waited to make sure Mitch was going to listen this time.

“I think you’ve teased me, quite enough.” Scott let the finger resting on those lips gently slide over them.

Mitch almost took it into his mouth, but he was still unsure of what was too far. He stared at that sweet smile, but swallowed a bit when it began to morph into something a bit more mischievous.

“I think…” Scott began to shift, running his fingers over the defined stomach in front of him. “.. I think that you should let me have a turn.”

Mitch didn’t have to wonder what that meant for very long as Scott’s long slender fingers had found their way into the waistband of his pajama bottoms and they were pulled downward, exposing him to the air.

Scott gave him an appreciative smile as he slowly lowered his face towards his target. “Mr. Grassi.” He winked.

Mitch was lost to a string of expletives, a fistful of sheets, and a continuous loop of the name branded on his heart.

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Mitch closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath and come down from that wonderful high.

He felt lips on his stomach. “I’m gonna take a shower. You should rest.” those lips mumbled against his stomach.

Wait, what!?   Mitch sat up as Scott moved away from him and hopped off of the bed. He tried to protest, but Scott had disappeared with a cheeky grin over his shoulder before he could even mutter a word. His brain was no more than mush at the moment.

He let his head fall back onto the pillow again. He had wanted to return the favor, but right now he felt blissfully numb.

All he could seem to do was grin like a fool, staring at his own ceiling.

Halle-freakin-lujah

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Sorry it was so all over the place.  You should have seen the amount of whittling down i had to do to even get this to be pg-13.  Apparently my pre-editing brain is a pervert. 

Also - keep a look out for a short chapter in a couple of hours.  Nothing special, just something to give a bit of insight into Scott's past and why he is the way he is. 

Thanks again one and all!!! If i could figure out how to use the dedication thingy w/o breaking something I would LOL.  So I just dedicate the whole thing to all of you MUAH! *air kisses*