Southpaw

Chapter 8

(Okay okay don't be mad but I'm back finally, I'm gonna be updating these regularly, so keep an eye out for more chapters of this and "help" )

(One week later)
"Scotty Scotty! Look what I found!" Mitch yelled as he ran inside. I walked out of the kitchen and saw him holding something wrapped in his shirt. "Can we please take care of her? She's so little and-I know it's your house and-"

"Our house, not just mine. Whatcha got there?" I walked closer and saw a small kitten in his shirt, my heart melting. I smiled and gently scooped the small kitty into my hands and pet it, Mitch giggling softly.

"She was outside of the gas station and she was crying and all alone...I got her some food and toys" I looked at Mitch as he took his bag off and set up the food and water dishes, scattering the toys around. I smiled and set the cat down, watching Mitch, admiring the soft boy. We hadn't really touched each other in a few days and I kind of miss it. I need attention and when I finally started getting it it-"scotttt!"

"Huh?"

"I'm talking to you, doofus" he giggled and sat on the floor, playing with the kitten. "I asked if we could keep her..."

"Of course-no-yeah that's what I was zoned out about. We can keep her for now, but we gotta go get some allergy meds for me, I'm allergic to kitties"

"Oh...we don't have to keep her" Mitch looked down with a slight pout on his lips. "I was thinking we could name her Freddie, after Freddie Mercury" he giggled and smiled at me as I sat next to him, his head resting on my shoulder.

"That's perfect"

"Mitch let go of me!"

"Scott stop! Leave it alone!" Mitch yelled, yanking my arm as a guy started walking away. "I'm okay! Just leave it be!"

"He fucking touched you! Nobody lays a hand on you when I'm around and gets away with it!" I yelled back, getting out of Mitch's grip. I yanked the guy back and shoved him to the ground, Mitch gasping and freezing at the sight. I yanked my shirt off and threw it behind me, Mitch yanking my wrist towards him.

"I said stop! If you don't listen to me right now I'm not sleeping in your bed! I'll sleep in the chair, I won't say bye every morning, all we'll be is roommates!" I looked back at Mitch, surprisingly hurt over what he said, my mood dropping. Mitch's eyes widened, him clearly feeling guilty. "Scott...Scott I'm-no" he pouted and teared up, hugging me. "Not just roommates..."

"No, just roommates" I pulled and walked back to the apartment, Mitch running after me with my shirt in his hand. I laid on the bed after kicking my pants off and threw the blanket over me, feeling Mitch pull my head into his lap. I frowned and tried moving, Mitch flicking my head.

"Not just roommates, Scott" he said softly, playing with my hair. I sighed and slowly relaxed under his touch, sitting up and shyly looking at him before being pulled into his chest. "We're more than that...I was just mad. All he did was push me out of his way, Bubba..." I smiled at the nickname, closing my eyes and relaxing into his arms as he wrapped them around me. "You know...I really like how soft you just got...your guards down and that makes me feel safe..." Mitch giggled softly as I kissed his shoulder, slowly pulling away.

"Dominant guys need some love too, yanno..." I said softly, Mitch pulling me back into his arms.

"And that's what I'll give you...a whole lot of love. You deserve it..." I blushed and yawned, ending up falling asleep in his arms, cuddled close into him between his legs.

   "Psst....Scott someone's here..." I groaned as Mitch stuck his finger in my ear, hearing him giggle quietly. "Scotty someone's at the door, I don't wanna answer it."

  "Fine..." I mumbled, getting up after a few seconds. I opened the door and stepped outside, talking to the landlord as Mitch played with the kitten. When I walked back in Mitch was against the wall, his shirt around his neck. I blushed and bit my lip, smirking a bit. "You're so pretty..." I said in a soothing tone, making him blush. The boy pulled me close by my biceps and looked me in the eyes. I put my hands on either side of his head, trapping him between me and the wall. As I looked down at him, he giggled innocently and poked the slight bulge in my boxers. I felt myself twitch under the fabric, tilting my head. "Use your words, baby" I said in a low voice, making his knees buckle.

  "I-I'm needy..." he mumbled shyly, giggling again as he traced my cock imprint. I bit my lip as it twitched again, getting turned on by he soft touch from him.

  "How needy..?" I asked, Mitch giggling more. I wrapped my hand around his throat, making him gasp and grab my wrist. I didn't move, realizing after a few seconds that he wasn't scared. He closed his eyes slowly and bit his lip, parting them as tightened my grip around his throat. I moaned out unexpectedly as he grabbed me through my boxers, palming me as I pushed myself into his hand. "You like that baby boy? You like being choked like that?" Mitch nodded slightly and whimpered needy for more. I smirked and leaned down, licking his parted lips, licking his tongue as he stuck it out. "Be a good boy for daddy" I moaned in his ear, his grip getting tighter. I let go of his throat and blushed as he pulled me against him, kissing me hard. I kissed back and pulled my length from my boxers, moaning as he started stroking me.

    *knock knock knock*

  "Ignore it, please" Mitch whined, still stroking me. I moaned and nodded, biting my lip as I watched his hand pick up the pace.

   *knock knock knock*

  Mitch whined and pulled my boxers up, pushing my chest. I pushed against his hands with a smirk, turning him around and pushing his face against the wall. He gasped and bit his lip, his cheek pressed against the cold wall, his cheeks bright red. As I traced his shoulders he pushed his ass out, closing his eyes and muttering please under his breath. I tugged his pj pants down and rubbed my bulge against his ass, moaning as he grinded up against me .

"Just like that, daddy." He moaned, his eyes still softly shut. I gently started thrusting against him, holding his hips as I rolled my hips up against his ass. Soft moans filled the apartments we continued, nothing going further than that. I wasn't disappointed, but I also wasn't fully satisfied.
  Mitch gripped my wrist as he came, moaning my name softly and buckling his knees. I blushed and slowly tugged his boxers off, tossing them in the dirty clothes after wiping him off. "Scott..?"

  "Yes baby...?"

  "Thank you..."