Firecracker

-Prolouge-✔️

"No, keep going"

"Miles, that's enough, I'm tired as f*ck"

"Quit being a drama queen and man up already. I'm not paying you to lie here, all sweaty and shit"

"You arn't paying me at all, baby"

"Exactly my point" I sent him an innocent smile as he gave me a flat look in return. I sighed heavily.

"C'mon, please? I really need the workout"

"No you don't. You're already as fit as they come"

"You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend"

"I'm also saying it because I'm your best friend"

"I thought you loved doing this with me. You get so much pleasure from it"

"And so do you"

"Now you're just making it sound like we're talking about sex"

"I thought we were"

Groaning in response to his smartass reply and ignoring his wink, I nudged his sweaty figure with my shoe, trying to make him get up.

We were in his gym. His boxing ring, to be more exact. We were usually in here alot because he loved to teach me how to fight. How to defend myself.

Basically he was calling me too weak for my own good.

I was improving alot though, outlasting him in the ring and beating him during our practice matches. But now, after about 2 and a half hours of us in the ring with eachother, he was slacking off. I had kicked him to the floor, and he hadn't made any attempt to get back up.

He was shirtless, only in a pair of black gym shorts that hugged him at his waist, and a pair of dull green boxing gloves.

I, on the other hand, was sporting a black sports bra and booty shorts that only reached just before my mid-thigh. I had my lightish brown hair up in a high ponytail as well as a pair of black boxing gloves covering my hands.

"Mikey," I groaned in frustration, "C'mon, please?" I begged. He shook his head, grinning up at me from the floor before biting his bottom lip.

Heaving a sigh, I stepped one of my legs over his waist and sat down, stradeling his hips.

"You're no fun, you know that?" I glowered down at him and all he did was smirk, dragging his hands up my bare thighs to rest on my waist.

"Let's do something else now. How about a movie and some pizza?" he offered. A smile slowly stretched across my face, and I nodded at him.

"Only if you pay for the pizza, and I get to pick the movie" I told him.

"What? That's completly unfair!" he protested.

Leaning down whilst removing my boxing gloves and throwing them to the side, I cupped his sweaty face between my hands and kissed his lips slowly.

"That's life" I whispered as I pulled away.

Michael rolled his eyes, conjuring up his strength and rolling over, me now beneath him. His elbows rested beside my head, almost caging me in.

"You're such a b*tch sometimes, you know that Miles?" his voice held a playful tone, and I knew that he was only joking around with me. Raising my hands to loop around his neck lazily, I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"You're a self absorbed jackass, but you don't see me complaining, do you?" I tilted my head to the side, and he scoffed at me, raising one of his hands to run it through his hair before resting it back down.