Southpaw

Chapter 2

I woke up to an empty bed and looked around curiously. Did he leave? I got up, walking over to the kitchen, jumping when he came up behind me.

"Um, Scott?"

"Jesus, Mitch!" I said, turning around. "You can't sneak up on me like that!" I chuckled, patting his shoulder. He looked down and blushed. "Hey, uh. Do you wanna, ya know, go out or something like that?" I said awkwardly, seeing him look up. "Like, we could go get dinner, maybe laugh a lil but or somethin', how's that sound?"

"Um, yeah, sure. That's be great. Um. What-What time?" Mitch asked, looking at my chest intently. I bit my lip softly.

"How bout like 7?"

"That, uh, that'd be nice, Scott. Cant-Cant wait." He smiled and looked at me, biting his lip and walking down the hall to the bathroom. I smiled and nodded, getting some water and sitting in the chair. "Scott!" I chuckled and got up when I heard Mitch yell, walking down to the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Come in." I heard him say nervously. I opened the door and bit my lip as I saw him with a towel around him. He had it wrapped just under his chest, covering his torso down to his mid thigh. "Um. How do you-can you turn the shower on?" I looked at his lips, licking mine and walking closer to him.

"Yeah, sure." I whispered, standing above him. We've talked a lot and known each other for a few years, but it's awkward now that hes in my home. He's never questioned what I do, and I'm kinda scared to tell him. I turned the shower on, walking behind him, glancing at his ass. "Hey!" I yelled after he slapped me, making him giggle and put his hand against my cheek.

"Sorry." He mumbled, laughing and shoving me out of the bathroom. I laughed as he slammed the door, leaning against it.

"Aw c'mon, we don't wanna waste water, now do we?"

"Yeah we do!" Mitch yelled from the shower, making me laugh. 

"Four more!" Danny yelled. I punched the punching bag two more times, panting as sweat dripped down my face. "Two more, Hoying! C'mon"

"Shut, the fuck....up" I said as I hit it once more.

"You cant do it, huh?" He mocked making me mad.

"Fuck you!" I yelled, punching the bag off of the chain as it flew into the air, slamming against the wall. I fell to my knees, catching my breath.

"Holy shit...what the fuck, Scott?" Danny mumbled. A whole bunch of people crowded around us as I stood up. I heard someone whisper my name and I looked up, locking eyes with Mitch. I looked at the clock as it read 6:09pm. I got up and hugged Mitch. Feeling his warm embrace was really what I needed. We got out of there and I coughed a bit.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mitch asked as we walked into the bar.

"Tell ya what?" I asked.

"You're a fighter."

"I thought ya knew, seeing me go into your store with a busted lip or swollen eye?" I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and we sat at a table, ordering our food.

"Well, I don't um. I don't like to get into other people's business..you know?" Mitch said, sipping his drink. I looked at Mitch as he sipped his drink. Wow, he's an angel. I bit my lip, smirking and winking when we locked eyes. Mitch's face turned red, but he didn't look away. We sat there for a few minutes, just looking at each other, smiling or laughing occasionally.

"Here's your chef salad and dressing, and your rib bites and potatoes." The waitress said as she set our food in front of us.

"Thanks hun." I said smiling.

"You're welcome." She said, walking past Mitch and giving him a piece of paper. I squinted as she walked away and Mitch opened the paper, raising an eyebrow.

"What? What's it say? C'mon tell me." I said anxiously. Mitch giggled at me and I smiled, frowning again.

"It's a phone number..?" Mitch said. I snatched the paper from him, looking at it.

"You don't need this, you can have another one." I said, throwing the paper in my empty cup. I looked at Mitch, smirking as I wrote my number on a paper, handing it to him. He looked at it and blushed deeply. I watched as he bit his lip, looking at me. I raised my eyebrow suggestively and he looked down my face, across my jaw, then down my neck and chest.

Once we finished our food, we talked until we paid. Mitch got up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and leaning close to my ear.

"Write some kinks down, I'll think about it." He whispered walking outside. I bit my lip and felt my jeans tighten, standing up. Little tease...