Southpaw

Chapter 3

I walked us into my-well our apartment, and we both sat on the bed. I glanced over at Mitch, who was, yet again, goin through some boys Instagram. I had to admit, I was jealous. This guy was muscular, he had killer and, and yeah, we had the same body type, maybe that what Mitch likes? This guy was tall, I couldn't tell what colour hair, but I saw Mitch bite his lip as he liked one. He quickly unliked it and i heard my phone go off. I checked it and saw someone like my photo. I shrugged and rubbed my neck, pulling my shirt off and laying down. I saw Mitch look at me and I smirked, winking and rolling over. I scrolled through my Instagram, seeing a picture of him shirtless. I liked the picture, looking at him and seeing him blush. He put his phone down and I scrolled through more of his photos, liking all of the ones of him almost completely nude. I bit my lip when he laid down, still dressed.

"Mitch, why you sleeping with your clothes on. They must be uncomfortable." I said, facing him.

"I...um..." Mitch went quiet, not having an answer. I chuckled.

"Mitch, stand up." I said softly. Mitch stood up, standing in front of me nervously. "c'mere," Mitch walked forward, and I grabbed his hands gently, slowly pulling him in between my legs. I felt him starting to shake, and I rubbed the back of his hands with my thumbs. "What's wrong?"

"I um..I've never been this close to a-a man, at least, you didn't f-force it." Mitch whispered. I looked at his face, my eyes traveling down his jaw.

"Here, lemme help you." I whispered calmly, grabbing the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it. At first, he tugged away. I locked eyes with him, nodding softly and he walked closer, letting me pull his shirt off. "See? No need to worry." I smiled and he just looked at me, not knowing exactly where to look. "Hey, eyes.." I said, seeing him look at my eyes. "Just look at my eyes." I smiled, reaching my hand up to wipe an eyelash from his cheek. "Now, let's go to sleep. If you need some, I have a pair of sweatpants in the bathroom. Just cleaned. You can wear those, okay?" I said softly. Mitch nodded and walked down the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door. His words stuck with me...you didn't force it... But what did he mean? I mean, I know what he meant. But, who would-why would anyone do that? I shook my head and pulled my jeans off, folding them and putting them on the chair, going to the kitchen.

About 8 minutes had passed and Mitch was still in the bathroom, so me, being the curious person I am, walked up to the bathroom door. I heard talking, whispering maybe? No, no he's crying. "Mitch? Mitchell can I come in?" No answer. I quickly opened the door, seeing him in the corner. He looked up at me, fear in his eyes. I dropped to my knees, making sure I wasn't the dominant one. "Mitch come here." I whispered, putting my hands out. He choked out another sob and put his face in his knees. I slowly crawled over to him, pulling him close, holding his head against my chest.

"N-No! No let me go please! I-I don't want t-to please!" Mitch yelled, trying to tug away. He scratched and hit me and I held him close, flinching when he accidentally hit me in the face. I rubbed his back, slowly calming him down. Mitch finally gave up, wrapping his arms around me, crying hard. "P-Please don't h-hurt me please please pl-" I slowly put my fingers against his lips, seeing him look at me.

"Now, why would I do that? I'm over here takin Care of ya. I don't wanna hurt ya." I whispered, kissing his forehead. "Wanna get up?" I asked, feeling him shake his head no. "Okay, that's fine. Can I pick you up?" I asked. Mitch nodded, not letting go of me. I slowly got up, lifting him up. "Now, i can either help you get those sweatpants on, or you'll sleep in your boxers. Your call." I said, smiling when he looked at me.

"I-I can get them o-on. Just-just grab them for me p-please?" Mitch asked, putting his face into the crook of my neck.

"That's fine," I grabbed the sweats, walking us into the main room, setting Mitch into the bed. "Here." I said, handing him the sweats. He pulled them on over his boxer briefs, making me smile when he wiped his eyes, looking up at me.

"Thank you." He whispered, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips. I smiled and cupped his cheek.

"Listen, you can tell me what's bugging ya, but only if you're comfortable with that." I said, chuckling when he looked down.

"Let's g-get some rest." Mitch whispered, laying down. His back was facing me, and he was almost against the wall. I laid down the opposite direction, closing my eyes. "S-Sir?" I heard him whisper.

"Call me Scott. Whatchu need?" I asked.

"C-Can you uhm. Can you l-lay behind me s-so I feel safe?" I smiled and got up, laying down. "I-you don't have to u-uhm okay." He muttered as I wrapped my arm and leg around him.

"Safe enough?"

"S-Safe enough."