tour rehearsal (xxx)

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requested by gonat1121

also i don't remember exactly who their choreographer is i think it's lindsey i don't knOW

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"Alright, everyone!" Lindsey called, clapping twice. "Break's over! We have a tour to choreograph!"

Scott, Kirstin, Kevin, and Matt all got up off the ground with a great bit of effort and made their way into the center of the floor. Lindsey smiled at them, but it soon fell as she counted the members in her head. "Where's Mitch?"

"I think I saw him leave the room," Kirstin offered, so Scott sighed and slid his phone into his pocket.

"I'll go get him." He left the rehearsal room and headed for the bathroom, lazily tapping through Twitter. However, he stopped outside the bathroom door before he could push it open, frowning. Was that moaning? Did Mitch really go to the bathroom to touch himself during rehearsal for their tour?

Scott rolled his eyes and put his phone away again, planning on just teasing the hell out of Mitch for the rest of rehearsal. Just as he was about to push the door open, though, he heard his name being moaned from his best friend's lips. "Oh, Scott..." He froze, unsure what to do. His pants were automatically tightening at the sensual sound, but he knew he had to get both him and Mitch back to rehearsal in one piece, and he didn't exactly have a lot of time before Lindsey would come looking for them. When he heard his name again, however, he pushed open the door with darkening eyes.

Mitch looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide with panic and his hand pausing on his cock. Scott's lips curled into a smirk, and he let the door close behind himself. "Whatcha doin' here, Mitchy?" he said softly, slowly advancing towards Mitch. "I bet you're glad I'm the one who caught you and not Kirstin or Kevin or Matt."

Mitch stammered uselessly for a second, struggling to come up with an excuse, but the sounds that came out of his mouth were nothing more than incoherent syllables and Scott just chuckled and took his phone from his hand. "What's this?" he murmured to himself, playing the video that was on Mitch's screen. His smirk widened when he saw it was one of the many videos the fans had taken of them grinding during "GUY.exe" on the Superfruit tour. "Mitchy, Mitchy, Mitchy. Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself?" Scott asked, his voice soft and clearly amused.

Mitch's breathing hitched as Scott pressed him against the wall, taking his wrists and pinning them above his heads. He hardly managed a nod, too lost in Scott's icy blue eyes.

"Now, why is that?" Scott's eyes glittered tauntingly. "You and I are just friends, Mitchy, so why were you touching yourself to the thought of your bestest friend in the whole wide world?",

"It's not my fault you're so damn sexy," Mitch managed, though his voice was strangled whisper. "I'm around you all day during rehearsal when you're wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts and sometimes I can't help myself."

Scott smiled and bit his lip, his gaze flickering down to Mitch's lips. "Would you like me to help you?"

Mitch's breathing caught in his throat as he felt Scott's hand on his cock, and the arousal that had diminished some during the recent three minutes returned in full force. His eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back against the wall, his bottom lip coming between his teeth. He let out a soft moan as Scott stroked his cock softly, so Scott kissed him to muffle the sounds, having no desire to be discovered by Lindsey or one of the other bandmates. Mitch mustered enough focus to kiss back, his fingers curling into themselves because he couldn't grip Scott's muscles.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Scott's voice had gone hoarse with lust. "Because I will. Right here in the bathroom, where anyone could walk in and see us."

Mitch moaned at the thought. "Yes, Scotty. I've missed your dick in me," he whispered huskily, his dark eyes staring into Scott's. "It's been too long."

Scott let out a feral growl. "It certainly has." He brought the hand that was around Mitch's cock up to his mouth, easily gaining entrance. Mitch automatically began to suck on them, sensually swirling his tongue around the fingertips and sending Scott's pants tightening even more than they already were.

He'd missed this. One night, three years ago, they'd had sex after getting a little bit tipsy on the night of their original album's release. Scott had thought about that night when he touched himself for weeks.

Scott was far from gentle when he loosened Mitch up, but Mitch didn't care. He'd missed this just as much as Scott had.

They both let out a moan as Scott pushed in, but Scott quickly kissed him to silence them both and began to move. However, soon, Mitch's moans proved to be too loud for Scott's lips alone to silence them, so he clamped his hand over Mitch's mouth and began pounding into him hard.

Mitch whimpered and moaned under Scott's hand, and Scott himself was having a hard time keeping himself quiet. This felt so wrong, yet so right.

Mitch didn't even manage to force out a warning before he released, and the sight sent curses streaming out of Scott's lips as he too released inside of him.

They were both shaking when Scott pulled out and messily cleaned Mitch off. Mitch watched him through half-lidded eyes, leaning heavily against the wall. He wanted more than anything to cuddle with Scott as they came down from their highs, but he knew in the back of his mind that they still had rehearsal. Scott gave him a tired kiss as he helped him dress again. "We'll talk about this when we get home, okay?" he whispered before he led Mitch back to the room where everyone else was.

"What took you so long?" Lindsey asked, clearly annoyed. "You two took longer than break was."

Mitch was still too blissed out to form an answer fast enough, so Scott just smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Linds. Mitch had gotten stuck and I had to help him out."

It was clear that no one was entirely convinced of their weak cover story, but Lindsey just shook her head and started rehearsal.

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