This is a shorter chapter. Once again, it's very rough. I plan on editing this story this holiday weekend!
Thanks for reading!
Fitz is sitting on top of his twin sized bed in his warm, dark bedroom. The small lamp on the table barely illuminates the organized room. His mom kept his room clean while he was away.
Tattered posters from rock bands are haphazardly taped to his walls. Next to his bed he has a picture of a big breasted, bikini clad woman running in the sand.
He recalls spending many nights staring at her breasts while he took care of his own primal needs. Now, he just looks at the picture and traces her figure with this left pointer finger.
His thoughts kept reminding him about what happened hours ago. He can see himself lying on top of Eli. Instead of it being an aggressive, kicking ass and taking names position, he sees it differently. He sees himself enjoying being in close proximity with Eli's body. He sees himself enjoying feeling Eli's body heat through their wet clothes.
Fitz takes his shaking hands and puts it up to his hot face. Tears are falling from the corners of his eyes and he angrily rubs them away.
He is a badass. He is not supposed to be having feelings like this for somebody that caused him so much Hell last year.
He has been with a couple of random girls at parties in the past. So, why is this suddenly happening to him? He isn't gay!
There is a light knock on the door, and his mother calls out to him. "Are you hungry, honey? I've made your favorite dinner."
Fitz brought his legs up to his chest and leaned his right cheek on his knee. The gash underneath the fresh band aid ached and Fitz's eye compulsively teared up.
"Sure mom." He sighed sadly. "I'll be right out."
His whole body ached from the fight, but he knew how important these types of things are to his mother. She knows how to make things seem brighter whenever he felt low. That is one of the things that he loves about her.
He opened the door to his room and entered the small kitchen. A table with 4 chairs sat in the corner of the room, next to the fridge. Fitz's dad is already there, reading the classifieds. It looks like dad is out of a job again.
His mom is busily putting plates together next to the stove as dad silently skimmed through the pages.
"What happened to your face, boy?" He asks without lowering the paper.
"I had to teach some punk ass kid a lesson."
"Oh?" The corner of the paper is lowered and his dad looks him over.
"Yeah." Fitz looks briefly over at his father and maintains a few seconds of eye contact. Thankfully, his mother began serving their food so he was able to look away. His dad terrified him.
His mom placed a heaping plate of meatloaf with mouthing mashed potatoes with gravy. She took the time to butter and salt his corn on the cob too.
He wanted to get up and give her a big hug since he has been eating cardboard food for the last few months, but he knew better than doing that in front of his dad.
He grunted, "Thanks." and proceeded to shovel the meat into his mouth.
His mother is not phased by this and is just happy to have her men back at the table.
Fitz is back in his room. He is lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He looks over at his nightstand and sees that it is 2:16 in the morning. Sleep feels like it's miles away and his hateful memory refuses to stop playing the kiss in his mind.
He can remember the smell of the mud off of Eli's skin and the moistness of his lips. Fitz groans and rolls over to his side.
He can remember Eli's green eyes, burning into his with rage. But during the kiss, the rage dissipated and turned into fear.
Or was it fear?
Maybe Eli was as into it as he was.
"Fuck…"Fitz whispered out loud. Why should he care if Eli was into it? It's not like he was planning on acting out on this any further?
He put his hand up to his swollen ear and squeezed. The pain was intense and temporarily dulled out any thoughts about Eli.
Eventually the thoughts returned and Fitz had to just accept that they weren't going to go away.
He fell asleep a couple of hours later and dreamed of him and Eli making out in the mud. It was so vivid that he almost believed that it was really happening. He could feel Eli's body, smaller than his, comfortably relaxed between his arms. They are rolling around in the puddle. Blades of grass and small rocks are sticking to their clothes as they kiss.
Fitz wakes up, his sheets soaked with his sweat. The sun is barely out.
His heart races as he tries to regain his breath. He looks down and sees that he is hard.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He internally says to himself. He punches his pillow and throws his whole body back down.