Chapter 17

                                    

                                          
For violetbee
                          
A/N: Update schedule:
Monday: The Boy With The Red Umbrella
Tuesday: Can You Feel My Heart (If I Had One)?
Wednesday: I'm Glad I Found You after 9/1/14 (Covers due 8/30/14)
Thursday: I Can Show You How To Love Mr. Hoying
Friday: Forever With You after 8/16/14
                          
WARNING: Light Smut and Drug Use
                          
I turned on my side to face Scott. My teacher was sleeping softly beside me. I glanced over at the clock. I hope Scott wasn't the type of person to go to church on Sundays. I cuddled up to his chest. He shifted on the bed.
                          
"Mitch, go to sleep." He mumbled.
                          
"It's only four."
                          
"But you haven't been sleeping. You've been shifting all night." I rolled away from him.
                          
"I'm not tired." He tapped on my shoulder and I went back to lay on his chest. "And you're stressed."
                          
"I'm fine." I sat up from the bed. I bit my lip.
                          
"I could relieve that stress. You know, since I've caused most of it." He opened his eyes, reaching a hand out to brush against my cheek lovingly. 
                          
"You're not stressing me Mitch."
                          
"I know you're lying. It's all because your Aunt is looking in on us. You can get out of this."
                          
"I don't want to." That voice. I felt a shiver go down my spine. It was so deep and strong. I slipped one of my legs on the other side of his waist slowly. I lowered my lips down to his for a short kiss. I pulled back a little to look at him.
                          
"I don't want you to leave either. I care about you." I didn't want to say the 'L' word. I don't know if that was true for us in this situation. Even if him saying it popped into my head before. He put his hand on the back of my neck to bring me in for a kiss. I moved his hands to slip hesitantly under my shirt.
                          
"Mi-" I shut him up by kissing him firmly. He groaned softly. "Fuck it." He whispered against my lips, pulling my shirt over my head. I got rid of his shirt too. I bet he felt like a teenager again when we just passed the time kissing. His hand went towards the front of my pants. 
                          
"No. Not yet." I could feel how uncomfortable he is. I searched his face. I kept my eyes locked with his as I lowered my lips to his chest. I felt his heart pounding against his ribs as if it were going to burst. I began going lower on his body. He grabbed one of my wrists. 
                          
"Mitch. Stop." He practically had to choke those words out. He wanted me to continue but he could tell I was uncomfortable with the situation. 
                          
"It's okay. I want to." He slowly let his grip go. His eyes watched my every movement. I was comfortable with Scott. I really was. Jake on the other hand, is dirty. If people don't have money, sex for drugs. You don't know where his dick has been. But Scott was responsible with who he slept with. I was laughing at some of his reactions which caused him to react even more with the vibrations being sent from his lower to upper regions.
                          
"Fuck, Mitch...." He was trying to keep his voice low. I saw his hands grip the sheets out of the corner of my eye. Everything about him right now was a complete turn on. I never had someone act so weak around me. His bit down on his fist as he reached his release. I sat up on the bed, keeping my mouth covered. "Go to the bathroom." He was talking about his own....I sucked up all my mental issues and swallowed what was in my mouth. He rubbed my back. "You didn't have to do that."
                          
"It's fine."
                          
"Mitch...." He brought me down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arm around my waist. I was resting my head in the crook of his neck. I made sure not to move around a lot. I might crush his family jewels while irritating my own problem. "You didn't have to do that." He repeated.