reflection | scömìche

chapter four

i have no idea where i'm going with this lol

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Mitch stared after where he last saw Scott with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Part of him wished Scott would come back, but the other part of him wanted to be alone so he could think. Slowly, Mitch settled back down on his makeshift bed, Scott's words echoing in his head.

He had some power over Scott. But Scott had power over him, too. Mitch dreaded the next morning.

His mind was so loud he couldn't get to sleep. The entire night, he laid awake, imagining the scene over and over. When he noticed the rosy light of the sun rising over the horizon, he groaned quietly and sat up, stretching. He hoped he'd be able to perform adequately, or else Scott might "punish" him — he'd threatened to multiple times the previous day. The thought was both terrifying and exciting to Mitch. Now that he knew Scott was gay, the possibilities of what the punishment might be were greatly widened.

Mitch crawled out of bed and shakily exited the tent. He trudged after the other soldiers as they made their way to the mess hall, his arms finding their way around his stomach. He wasn't really hungry, but he still got food, knowing he'd need his energy.

No one sat with Mitch. He ate alone, not making eye contact with anyone.

When he finished, he shakily cleaned up and headed out to the field. Surprisingly, he was one of the first ones, so he was alone with Scott. His heartbeat picked up as he approached, and the sound of his feet crunching on the grass alerted the general to his presence. Scott looked up, and his lips slowly curved into a smirk at the sight of him. He took off his shirt and came towards him, stopping when he was directly in front of him.

"Hi, Mitchell." His voice sent chills down Mitch's spine.

"H-Hello, sir," Mitch whispered, unable to make himself louder.

Scott smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes glittering mischievously. "Did you miss me? Or did you want some extra... training sessions?" Mitch let out a shaky breath and did his best not to stare, subconsciously biting his lip. "I- I just happened to finish b-breakfast early, s-sir..." Scott clicked his tongue and ran his eyes up and down Mitch's body, his eyes darkening a bit. "A likely story. Well, you might as well start. Begin your fifty push-ups," he commanded, and Mitch hurriedly obeyed.

By the time the rest of the men got there, Mitch was almost halfway done, but he still finished around the same time as them. He was definitely the least fit and athletic person there, while they were all muscular and broad. Mitch's limbs were shaking with exhaustion as he slowly stood up, and he wrapped his arms around his stomach again.

Mitch tried his best at training that day, but the fact that he could constantly feel Scott staring at him didn't help. However, he still managed to not get yelled at, so that was progress for him. At the end of the day, he was shakily gathering his stuff when Scott's voice stopped him. "Mitchell. I want to talk to you."

Mitch's heart almost stopped and he reluctantly turned around, frantically trying to figure out what he'd done wrong. Scott waited until the rest of the men had left before he made his way over to Mitch, tilting his head up. "I finally have you alone," he murmured, and Mitch felt his cheeks slowly heating up. It took everything he had to not reach out and run his hands all over Scott's chest. "You looked so gorgeous today," Scott whispered, leaning down to kiss just under his jaw. "I had to resist the urge to slam you on the ground and f*ck you right there."

Mitch flushed bright red at Scott's words, but he could still feel his pants tightening, his breathing speeding up. Scott smirked and met his eyes, his own blue orbs dark with lust. "You're not helping me, princess. I can tell you want me," he whispered, grabbing Mitch's hips. Mitch sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as Scott nuzzled his face into his neck just to nibble on his skin. He had to try his best not to moan.

"I have half a mind to bring you back to my tent and f*ck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," Scott growled lowly, and Mitch reached up to grab his shoulders, knowing his knees might give out at any second. "Wh-Why don't you, sir?" he whispered breathlessly, biting his lip to keep himself quiet as Scott sunk his teeth into his neck. Scott sucked on the spot and kissed the mark he'd made, then pulled back to meet Mitch's eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're right. I will. Do you want to?"

"Y-Yes, sir," Mitch whispered shyly. He'd always wanted to know what it felt like to be with a boy.

Scott smirked wider and led him off to his tent without another word.