Southpaw

Chapter 4

I woke up, not opening my eyes. I yawned and stretched, freezing when I saw Mitch against me, his face in my chest. Okay, this is. This is fine, I mean, he's asleep, I'll just move and- Mitch slowly moved closer, his legs wrapped around mine. Or not.

"S-Scott? Scott?" Mitch whispered, still asleep. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking at him.

"Mitch, im right here, get up." I whispered, nudging him. He only moved closer, making me bite my lip as our hips touched. Okay, this is, this is okay. I rubbed his back gently, my breath hitching as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. I froze, looking down at him. "C-cmon Mitch, get up." I said, making him sit up quickly, his face beet red. I chuckled softly. "What's wrong?"

"I-um nothing." He mumbled, rubbing his neck.

"Okay, well c'mere. It's too early, the sun's not even out yet." I said, laying down. Mitch looked at me, confused as to what to do. "Come here, we can cuddle er somethin'." I said, chuckling when he awkwardly laid down. I closed my eyes, freezing when I felt Mitch's warm breath against my lips. I kept my eyes closed, thinking he was trying to sleep. Then it happened. It happened. I stayed still, feeling Mitch's lips pressed against mine, not knowing what to do. My heart was racing and I felt him slowly pull away. We both locked eyes when he did so, making us both blush deeply.

"I-I I'm. I'm so sorry. I-I wasn't think i-you-" I slowly pressed my lips against his again, not moving my lips until he was comfortable. I felt him shake slightly, so I mumbled against his lips.

"It's okay." I slowly started moving my lips, feeling him try to kiss back. I cupped his cheek, carressing his cheek to calm him. He was shaking, hard, but he always was. "I'm here, if you're not comfortable, don't kiss back-" Mitch pressed his lips into mine, the shaking slowly stopping. I was surprised. This kid had a dark past. I felt him press his hands against my chest, feeling down my abs and waist. I shivered and blushed, breathing heavily. I pulled away from the kiss, locking eyes with Mitch, whose face was beet red, licking his lips. I looked down at his hands pressed against my abs, chuckling quietly. He quickly moved his hands away, stuttering.

"Oh I-Im sorry i-i should've asked b-before touching y-you." Mitch panicked, fisting his hands and holding them close to him. I looked at his hands then his body, trailing my eyes back up to meet his gaze.

"It's okay, I promise" I whispered, smiling slightly. I saw his lips slowly move as he bit them, and I looked up at him, my hand still on his cheek. He looked down, not making eye contact. I chuckled quietly. "Mitch." He glanced up, blushing and looking down again. I lifted his his chin up, locking eyes with him. "Why you embarrassed?"

"I-Im sorry i-i shouldn't have kissed you I-you look-i just-just" Mitch paused, biting his lip.

"Calm down, Mitch, youre alright." I said, smiling softly.

"I like you." He whispered. "You're so-so nice and you care and you're just sweet and-" I slowly pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly.

"Stop, I'm not, I'm a fighter, you don't like that stuff. You're such a great boy and I don't wanna take that away from you." I whispered, running my thumb along his bottom lip.

"Wait you-you're a fighter?" Mitch asked. "I thought you just w-worked out." He looked worried, scared, almost.

"No no no, that's not what I meant I-" I thought about what to say. "I don't hurt people, I workout and sometimes we have a brawl or fight in the club or the gym. I-Its okay Mitch." I said, sitting up. "Speaking of the gym, I gotta head out there." Mitch sat up, looking at me and yawning. His face was still red. I chuckled and got up, stretching and grabbing a tight tank top, pulling it on. I glanced over and saw Mitch on his phone, having it right in front of his face. I shrugged and grabbed my shorts, pulling them on. "You coming with?" I asked, looking at him.

"Uh, what?" Mitch mumbled, hiding his phone. I walked over to him, crawling over top of him. I saw him get nervous, staring to shake. "S-Scott I-" I put my fingers to his lips, smirking and grabbing his phone. "Hey! N-No gimme it!" Mitch said, reaching for it. I quickly got up, laughing.

"What's this?" I unlocked his phone, smirking and biting my lip, seeing photos of me.

"S-Scott give it back." He stood up, walking towards me. "Please?" Mitch asked, looking at me. I heard him gasp softly and I looked at him as he put his hand on my cheek. I blushed, locking eyes with him. "My gosh Scott..." He whispered, running his thumb over a few scars on my face. I kept my eyes on his face, his eyes trailing down my face and jaw, down my neck. "You have so many scars...why?"

"Fights. People don't know how to have a fair fight, they bring knives." I shrugged, feeling him pull my face closer. I leaned in, looking down at his lips before my eyes fell shut, our lips pressing together.

We kissed, it felt powerful. It was...nice...peaceful. He slowly leaned back against the wall, pulling me against him. I let him take control, so he was comfortable. Mitch slid his hand across my abs, and I heard it. He whimpered and pressed his lip against mine more. I pulled away, seeing tears fall down his face and I hugged him tightly, whispering.

"You didn't have to do that, Mitchy, I didn't know you were uncomfortable, I'm so sorry-"

"K-kiss me." Mitch whispered against my chest, tears falling down his face.

"Mitchy, let's lay down, we can-let's cuddle, I don't want you hurting, Mitch." I said softly, rubbing his back. He pressed his lips to mine, mumbling against them.

"Kiss me back." I slowly closed my eyes, putting my hand on his cheek and kissed him back. I wiped his tears, not breaking the kiss. I slowly walked backwards, holding his hips and falling back onto the bed, Mitch falling on top of me. He shakily kissed my neck and I leaned my head back slightly. Mitch sucked on the skin, making me moan softly. I looked at him and he hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder. I hugged him back, laying down with him and rubbing his back.

"Go to sleep, you're confused right now, you don't have to make me feel good if you're uncomfortable." I softly kissed his head, hearing him cry into my chest.

We stayed like this for most of the day, and night, actually. Mitch kept waking up, crying, sobbing against my chest. I stayed up all night, helping him through it. God, I hope he's okay......