Trigger warnings in this chapter has male x male and drinking
Author's note: Hey guys this is my Scott x Mitch/ Scomiche and first fanfiction read at end for rest of Authors notes
One kiss, one confession; one life could change the life of thousands of people without anyone paying attention to it at all. They can act like nothing happened.
Though when you have sex with your best friend, for your entire life it's kinda hard to forget it…
Well that is if you were sober, and that wasn't the case for Scott Hoying who was staring at himself in the mirror, naked in his best friend's room with freshly made hickeys. They were starting to darken on his neck and went lower.
The smell of sex still made the air hot and heavy. His best friend Mitch Grassi was laying naked in his bed with a bottle of lube, which was half filled and a box of condoms. A few of them were on the ground, some were empty some were not.
To top it all off, his head was pounding with the effects of a hangover. He soon rushed to the toilet to throw up anything he drank the night before. Now while Scott was throwing up. Let's start from the beginning of this story now.
Pentatonix had come a long way. It started as a trio, but had grown to a quintette acapella group. Once the underdogs of the show Sing Off, they had to face groups nearly three times their size. Still they surprised people and won the 200,000 dollar contract with Sony Studio.
Having finished work on their sixth album that released today, the group decided to go out and celebrate, like they always did when their albums released.
This was their biggest song since their song 'Can't Sleep Love', had debuted on the radio, and Pentatonix was soon gaining recognition and popularity, with more people becoming fans everyday.
Scott Hoying was one of the three major co-founders of Pentatonix, he'd met his best friend Mitch Grassi during a production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when they were younger. They were still best friends to this day.
Scott was 6'3 and had a slightly stronger build to his body, with strong broad shoulders. They slimmed down to his waist only to thicken out again with his strong legs and thighs. Scott wasn't ridiculously muscular, he had some muscle mass and though he'd like some more, he was happy with his body image.
He was currently pacing his apartment he shared with Mitch. He held Mitch's favorite drink from Starbucks in one hand and his own drink in the other, managing to juggle the keys and the drinks as he unlocked the door, pushing it open.
He soon turned to set them down on the coffee table before closing the door. Scott looked around for his friend, only to hear the shower running and Mitch's voice. He was singing, a smile to form on the blonde's lips at the realization.
Scott grabbed the coffee before walking to Mitch's room and setting his drink down on the nightstand. He started to glance around the tenor's room for a piece of paper or something to write a note for Mitch.
The sound of dripping water hitting the wood flooring and a cough scared the living soul out of Scott, who jumped slightly and turned to see Mitch standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his chest, which ended falling to his mid thigh.
The singer's eyebrows were raised as he looked at his friend. "When did you get back?"
Mitch was 5'10 of pure sass. He glanced at his friend, his bangs sticking to the front of his face, still wet. His face was clean of facial hair, since he'd shaved in the shower. The parts of his slender body that weren't covered from the towel were shining. The light bouncing off the water droplets.
Scott's blue eyes wandered over the male's body for a split second before he stood up and pointed to the coffee over his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "I'm totally trying to steal this coffee that I just got you because I don't think you deserve it."
Mitch smiled, he shaking his head before walking over to grab the coffee. He took a sip of the Starbuck goodness as he shook his head and wiggled his finger at the male. "Mama needs her coffee."
Mitch's eyes flickered over Scott and he raised an eyebrow, turning to go through his closet. He pulled out outfits organizing them into stacks of maybes. "Are you wearing that to the party?"
Scott looked down at the plain shirt and jeans that he'd thrown on for his trip to Starbucks. He rolled his eyes, posing for Mitch, covering half of his face with his hand shooting him a seductive look. "Maybe this is the next new fashion trend?"
Mitch laughed, shaking his head before getting up to shoo the taller male out of his room. "If that's the next fashion trend I'm gonna kill myself. Now go take a shower."
Scoot was pushed out of Mitch's room with a small chuckle. He took a sip of his drink entering his room to change into something more appropriate for tonight.
Scott changed into an outfit that he liked. It was just a loose camo button up shirt and a black tank top, in case it got too hot for him and a pair of black jeans.
He then went to the bathroom, plugging his phone into the speakers he turned on his music and turned the water on. He sighed in relief when he felt the warm water on his hand.
Mitch usually used all the hot water so Scott had to take cold showers. Taking a warm shower was nice for a change.
Scott stripped before stepping into the shower and let the warm water rush over his body, he closed his eyes and let the water rush over his face. Scott knew he only had about twenty minutes to get ready so he washed his body and decided not to shave his face since it was barely stubble poking out of his skin.
Scott soon stepped out just in time to see Mitch, his hands in his damp hair. Scott quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, faking an angry expression. "Well, excuse you, thanks for knocking."
Yeah Mitch saw Scott naked when they went skinny dipping, but it was still a weird thought, his best friend seeing him naked.
Mitch plugged in his hair dryer and he rolled his eyes "You took way too long and Mama needs her hair to be perfect."
Scott rolled his eyes, walked past Mitch to get dressed in his own room, coming out with about ten minutes to spare. He went back to the bathroom, Mitch was still facing the mirror, putting some foundation on and powder to cover up any 'imperfections' he saw.
Scott went to his sink to brush his teeth, grabbing his own blow dryer and started to blow dry and style his hair. He checked the time before he gently tapped Mitch's shoulder. "You better be done. We have to leave now to meet everyone there."
Scott turned once to look over his outfit and made sure everything was to his liking before looking at Mitch to see what his friend was wearing.
Mitch was wearing a black and white tank top that was somewhat tight on his slender body and a pair of tight shorts that hugged his curves nicely. Scott was soon pulled out of the hypnotic grip Mitch's body had on him. His phone going off informing them they needed to leave.
Mitch pulled away to grab his phone and gave Wyatt a kiss on the head. He made sure Wyatt had food before locking up the apartment Scott following him, trailing behind.
It didn't take long for them to reach the club they meeting at.
Avi, Kevin and Kirstie were already there talking. Scott drove and they made it just in time. Mitch was trying to fix his hair in the mirror the entire way there. Once they parked, they all greeted one another. cheering as they began their night of fun.
Of course most of the time they sang along to the songs the DJ played. However it wasn't long until the occasional beer or drink turned into shot after shot.
Avi and Kevin had moved on, trying to impress Kirstie challenging each other to see who could drink the strongest liquor. This ended when Avi's voice started to slur and Kevin settling to sit next to her.
Though Kristie looked for Scott and Mitch, she couldn't find them anywhere. This was likely because that she had a pretty good buzz going, and she wasn't going to kill it by looking for her friends.
Kirstie reached over to take a half finished shot that Avi ordered. Little did Kristie know that Scott and Mitch were on their own little adventure.
Mitch pulled Scott along to get another drink with him. He really didn't like going alone and people would try to grind against him. At this point, with the amount of alcohol in his body; it wasn't that bad of an offer. He just didn't want it to be some stranger he didn't know. Mitch felt safer dragging Scott with him to the bar though they never really made it there, with the waves of people pushing them back to the dance floor.
Instead Mitch chuckled, and he turned, starting to dance with Scott, who was confused and trying to process why they weren't at the bar yet.
In the crowd, some jerk pushed Scott forward, the movement caused his hand to grind directly against Mitch's back side. He blushed and leaned down to apologize in Mitch's ear, due to the loud music he had to lean much closer for Mitch to hear.
Scott was surprised when Mr. Grassi turned and began to grind his hips against his own, reaching behind him to gently grab the back of his neck. Mitch began to grind against him, following the beat of the song.
Scott instinctively grabbed onto Mitch's slender hips and bit back a small groan, the blood rushing south, fast.
Scott was already red faced thanks to intoxication but now with his best friend grinding against him, his cheeks were even redder.
"M-Mitch…" That's all Scott could say. What else could you say when your best friend was grinding against your hips?
It wasn't like the friction didn't feel like fucking heaven, but he still wanted to ask Mitch if it was okay.
He never got the chance to ask his hips moving of their own accord, grinding back into Mitch's hips. It wasn't long before Scott felt vibrations which he figured were either a groan or a moan, which came from Mitch.
All he really remembered was the song "Grind on me" playing in the background, it had to be fate… Then again Scott was hammered.
It wasn't long until Mitch turned around to look the male in the eyes, his arm went around his neck, fingers threading through Scott's hair which he tugged at.
Scott could feel Mitch's clothed erection brush against the area between his hip and thigh. Mitch's eyes were half lidded, but he could see the random lights flicker off his eyes. Scott simply couldn't help himself, he leaned in to kiss Mitch. He was almost hesitant, hovering right before he got the chance to enjoy the softness of Mitch's lips.
Scott pulled away, needing to breathe. Mitch grabbed Scott's crotch, he gave it a squeeze before stretching up on his toes. He leaned in and whispered in Scott's ear. His voice was the sexiest thing Scott had ever heard in his life. "Did I make you this hard?"
Scott would have replied but he honestly didn't trust his voice. Instead he turned Mitch around starting to grind again.
Scott's hands trailed down Mitch's stomach and chest before hesitantly stopping above his waistline of his jeans which were getting tighter by the second.
Yes Scott was intoxicated but still his caring side always came out and he'd never wanted to do anything that would hurt or make Mitch uncomfortable.
Though Mitch took Scott's hands in his own. He pushed the hand on his waist he lowed so Scott was cupping Mitch in the palm of his hand. The other hand he lifted planting kisses along one of the blonde's fingers. He took one into his mouth as he sucking softly.
Scott could have come right there, but he some restraint. When he felt Mitch suck on his finger Scott squeezed him gently, earning a muffled moan. He felt the vibrations through his finger and felt the sensation drop lower, his erection now hurting from the tightness.
"M-Mitch…" Scott whispered into Mitch's ear. He seemed to be having the time of his life, grinding against something nice and hard, his own erection squeezed through fabric.
Mitch opened an eye when he felt Scott start to pull away slowly. The drunk brunet stared at the other male. "What's wrong Scotland?" Mitch had always used that nickname when he wanted something. Right now, he really wanted something.
Scott's whole face was red. as He tugged at his jeans, trying to somehow create some more room in them. "Can we.. Go back home… Now?"
Scott didn't even wait for a response. Mitch pulled him back to one of the many Uber cabs that were waiting outside.
Scott gave the driver their address, quickly falling silent when Mitch straddled his hips. He pushed the button and the blind went up with a snap, blocking the driver from view.
He had just finished texting Kirstie, letting her know that he left with Mitch. This was cut off by Mitch who threw his phone gently aside, beginning to grind against the larger male's hips in an agonizingly slow rhythm. God, Scott in heaven.
He grabbed Mitch's hips and squeezed them slightly whenever their clothed erections rubbed together, soft moans falling here and there from both of the two singers. When they stopped Scott reached out grabbing his phone and handed the driver a twenty. He knew for damn sure it wasn't higher than ten but he didn't care that much.
All Scott cared about was Mitch who was dragging him inside. He gripped his hand and led him to their room where he fumbled with the keys.
Mitch was behind him, his hands caressing every inch of his chest and stomach traveling south to push his hand into his friend's jeans. He slowly began to stroke Scott's throbbing erection. His rhythm was rather slow and somewhat sloppy, but that was to be expected after ten shots of vodka and tequila.
Once Scott finally got the stupid door open he stepped in and pulled Mitch in along with him, closing the door behind them.
Scott pinned Mitch against the door and finally got to explore the male's mouth the way he wanted to. He began to bite and suck along Mitch's lower lip, asking permission which Mitch gladly gave. He had wrapped his arms around Scott's neck, moving to hook a leg around the taller male's hip grinding into him.
Though Scott wasn't going to let him. He grabbed Mitch's wrists and pinned them above his head using one hand, other forcing Mitch's hips against the wall.
He whimpered, missing the contact. This was quickly forgotten, thoughts scattered, moaning a kiss. He felt Scott's tongue push into his mouth, rubbing against his own. He could taste the beer, bitter and sharp on the other's breath, though he only wanted more. The kiss didn't last too long since both men needed to be able to catch their breath.
Scott soon pulled away to rest his forehead against Mitch's. His eyes closed and he took deep breaths, smiling.
"Don't think that's all Mama's gonna get from you Scotty" Mitch smirked slightly, opening his eyes to look at Scott.
He leaned in, attacking Mitch's neck. He was gentle, leaving trails of kisses along his best friend's jawline punctured by soft nips.
The tenor's mouth moved, soft mewls escaping. He frowned, resting his head against the wall. "You can be rougher with me Scott."
That was all the invitation Scott needed. He begin to suck roughly at the smooth skin. Mitch's breath hitched, moaning softly. He placed a hand on the back of Scott's neck, holding him in place. The other hand he lifted to cover his mouth so their neighbors wouldn't hear.
Scott pulled away enough shucking off his shirt, popping the buttons off before throwing it on the ground somewhere. He looked back up at Mitch who pushed him back on the couch.
He fell onto the couch the armrest hitting the back of his legs. His legs gave beneath him and before he could sit up Mitch was on top of him.
Mitch's shirt was off, tossed somewhere on the floor. He leaned down, kissing along Scott's own jawline. The feeling of stubble on Scott's face scratched along Mitch's nose and lips which tickled ever so slightly. His mind was more focused on something else.
He wanted to see how loud he could make Scott moan, how much he would beg before he actually touched him.
Scott leaned his head back and bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep quiet. He couldn't even comprehend what was happening at this point.
Mitch was touching his body, fingers going over every dip of his muscles, dropping closer and closer to the waistline of his jeans. His fingers ghosted over his crotch before he trailed them back up.
Scott to tried to lift his hips up, arching towards Mitch's touch only to have them held down. "Don't move now, let me have my fun now too." Mitch leaned up whispering into Scott's ear, nibbling along the shell gently. His voice was soft, hushed. "It's not very fair if Daddy gets to have fun and I don't."
Scott's eyes widened, moaning loudly when he heard Mitch call him "Daddy". Scott wasn't a very sexually active man, yes he had dated a few people here and there but he never talked about it out of respect for the other person, and in general he just didn't like talking about them.
Coming back to reality, he failed to notice Mitch's kisses trailing lower, and lower; and holy fuck . . .
Scott was too busy thinking about his past relationships and he didn't realize Mitch had unbuttoned his jeans pulling them down to mid thigh. Growing frustrated with the damn skinny jeans, Mitch stopped; Scott would have to lift his legs up to get them the rest of the way off, anyway.
The main reason why Scott woke up to reality was an agonizingly slow lick, it started at the base of his throbbing member ending at the sensitive head.
He looked down at Mitch and saw the sexiest view he had even seen. Eyes were closed, his tongue out moaning softly, it was temptation in the purest way. The sound sent up vibrations up his shaft and Scott gripped the sides of the couch, muffling a moan, pressing his lips together.
Mitch reached up pulling his lip away from his teeth gently. "I won't know if you like it if you keep your moans to yourself now Scotty~." Mitch spoke, his voice captivating.
Before Scott could even reply Mitch began to kiss along Scott's balls, still tucked away in his boxers. He let his moans and groans sound freely, though he was mindful of the neighbors.
Mitch's mouth made Scott tremble despite the lack of skin to skin contact. After a few more swipes of his tongue, Mitch pulled away. Scott sat up, wondering if he had done something wrong.
Scott was soon reassured, watching Mitch strip. He looked over his shoulder, walking to his bedroom. With each step and sway of his hips he took started dropping an article of clothing until he was left in his incredibly short boxers. They were tighter with his erection, it pressed into the fabric, begging to be freed.
Scott watched Mitch disappear, his eyes wandering down to the trail of clothes. He was tempted to follow him and after a moment's hesitation, he did.
Scott walked in on Mitch. He was bent over his bed, a bottle of lube near his head while his fingers slowly massaged the tight ring muscle. His thumb ran over it before he slowly pushed in briefly. Soft moans fell from his mouth, and he glanced behind him focused on the doorway. He smiled slightly before gripping the pillow, he finger slipping inside again, slowly stretching himself out. When he did, he let a loud moan knowing that Scott could hear him. "Scott…"
There was no way he head that right. They'd been spending the greater half of a hour making out and touching each other, but actually hearing Mitch moan his name, it was something he couldn't ever dream of.
Scott stood behind Mitch without realizing it and leaned over him. His fingers trailed along Mitch's side, he jumped slightly though he quickly relaxed, leaning into the blonde's touch.
Scott didn't and wouldn't know how to prep Mitch for sex. If they even went that far. By the looks of it though, that's where they were headed.
Scott leaned in to kiss and bite along Mitch's neck, leaving a few more hickeys. He reached over hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the base of Mitch's rock hard erection and slowly stroked it, wanting to see if it was okay with the other.
Scott was soon put to ease, Mitch thrusted his hips into Scott's hand and he tightened his grip.
Mitch had added a second finger began to scissoring himself open.
Scott leaned in close to Mitch's ear, his lip brushing against it when he talked. "You like this Mitchy… feeling your fingers feeling you up… Just wait… You're going to have Daddy in you…. It'll be much bigger than your fingers."
He felt like he was pushing it a bit, since he never really asked if Mitch liked dirty talk. In the end he decided it would fine to call himself "Daddy" since Mitch had first… Right?
Scott watched Mitch add a third finger, spreading them, trying to find his prostate. Despite these efforts he knew he couldn't do it by himself.
Scott grabbed the back of Mitch's wrist forcing him slow the thrusting. He kissed along his shoulders to Mitch's mid back and jumped slightly when he felt a warm and wet hand wrap around his clothed erection.
Scott heard Mitch's uneven and breathy voice. "Y-You're still wearing clothes?…. I-I want it now Scott…"
He took a shaky breath nodding. He rid himself of his boxers, shivering slightly when cold air hit his wet erection. He ignored it when Mitch handed him a box of condoms and the lube.
Holy fuck… This is happening….That was all that went through Scott's mind as he ripped the condom wrapper off. He began to roll it over his erection and grabbed the lube.
Mitch was turned around. He took the bottle of lube from him, pouring a generous amount on his hands and along the top of Scott's erection. Mitch started stroking it slowly evenly coating it in lube.
Scott leaned his head back. His mouth moved, uneven moans escaping, feeling the skin on skin er… rubber contact but it was still nice.
Scott slowly pushed him on the bed. Mitch was glad to lay back, he knew what came next. His eyes closed and he spread his legs open for Scott.
Scott tried to think how he should enter his best friend. He grabbed Mitch's ankles, placing them on his shoulders before guiding himself to press gently against Mitch. He looked his friend again. "Mitch… are you sure about this?" Scott wanted to keep going but he couldn't without knowing that Mitch was a hundred percent sure. Scott worried that Mitch was only doing this because he was drunk and wanted to make sure it was okay.
Mitch nodded, gripping the sheets. He took deep breaths to prepare himself.
When he nodded, Scott slowly pushed in. He moaned softly engulfed in the tightness and warmth of Mitchell Grassi.
He stopped when he heard Mitch groan, deciding to give the male a while to adjust. He figured it's been a while for both of them.
When he felt Mitch's legs move lower to his mid waist and pull him closer, Scott pushed his hips fully into the male. He stood as still as possible, frozen in place as Mitch grabbed his arm, digging his nails in the flesh there trying to relieve the pain. Mitch didn't mean to hurt Scott though.
Scott decided to wait until he got the okay from Mitch to move or at least wait until Mitch loosened up around him. The tightness and the warmth made Scott melt. He leaned his head back letting out a low moan.
When he reopened his eyes he saw the most beautiful person in the world; Mitch Grassi, chest rising and falling slowly trying to relax, sweat shinning in the moonlight that pushed past the curtains, lighting up the otherwise dark room. Mitch's cheeks were dusted red with intoxication, but were also red with arousal.
Scott took mental screenshots of the sight though he would not remember what happened the next day.
"You… You can move…" Mitch whispered breathlessly. He took deep breaths to prepare himself.
Scott nodded, he slowly pulled his hips back easing out of Mitch before slowly pushing them back in. He started a slow and gentle rhythm so that Mitch could adjust properly.
Eventually he his movements became wider, going further out and deeper, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. He was surprised when Mitch pulled him down for a kiss, he complied, returning the kiss. It ended quickly, Mitch pulling away to mumble against his lips. "H-Harder daddy~…"
Scott trembled slightly, his thrusts rougher and faster, earning him louder moans.
Mitch dug his nails into Scott's shoulders with every thrust.
The bed started to squeak hitting the back of the wall with every motion.
Scott was too busy enjoying the noise of Mitch's body, the way it demanded more, tightening when he thrust deep into Mitch.
A loud almost scream of pleasure soon canceled out any other noise that the two were making taking Scott by surprise.
He looked down at Mitch and saw that his face was that of pure pleasure. His cheeks red, mouth falling open, gasping for air. Tears of pleasure threatening to spill. "Mitch… Was that you?" Scott asked. He was scared that he had hurt him. He didn't know why he seemed to be crying.
He was cut off with another deep kiss. "I-I'm more than fine.. Just hit that spot again…" Mitch was breathless.
Everything clicked for Scott and he smirked slightly to himself grabbing Mitch's hips pulling them back to meet back to meet his thrusts. Scott had found Mitch's prostate and he wanted to make him see stars.
Scott built back up to the previous speed still just as rough. It surpassed this quickly dissolving into drunken slamming.
Mitch didn't seem to care, he arched his back with every thrust to his prostate, legs coiling tightly around Scott's waist. His nails raked down his shoulders, but Scott did not care that much, himself. He soon felt a coil of pleasure build up in his lower stomach, it was almost too much. He could feel Mitch tighten around his erection, and thought he was close too. "M-Mitch I-I'm gonna c-cum…" Scott tried to warn him, reaching down to stroke Mitch's erection. Previously it had been ignored, hitting his stomach.
He thrusted, stroking quickly, hoping Mitch would soon find his release if not before, then shortly after Scott.
He kissed Mitch one last time, Mitch pulled away to moan loudly seeing white as they climaxed together.
Mitch clawed down Scott's back and Scott bit down on Mitch's shoulder moaning loudly into the skin. He continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm, and helping Mitch though the aftermath of his own.
Finished, his thrusting ceased. Scott pulled away to look at Mitch, he was a panting mess. Scott pulled out of his best friend and took the condom off throwing it away. He settled down next to his friend, simply exhausted.
Scott looked over at Mitch, he seemed to already be sleeping, eyes closed. Mitch shifted, pushing his way to rest his head on Scott's chest.
Scott reached over and brushed the male's bangs out of his face, kissing the top of his head. He was also tired and quickly drifted off to sleep.
However he woke up confused and unsure, unable to remember any of it the next day.
End of chapter one!
Author's notes: if you like it please leave a review I have the story finished just need to wait for one of the people I'm working with to editi and post them I'll try to get them done as soon as possible and I'm actually working on my second fanfiction which I promise will be more detailed and better than this one. Thank you guys for reading it and hope you stick around! ~ TM