ELEVEN

Connor Hartland looked hard as nails as he stepped out of the grimy back room of the barn where the fight was taking place. They'd only been back at university for a week and already Connor had signed up for a fight with a big, bald bloke from a pub a few streets away from the uni. Connor smirked as he pulled off the black best he was wearing and allowed Kian to wrap the bandages round his hands, his rings were removed and so was the chain Simon had give to him. Connor made sure to cross his fingers over his chest and say a small prayer under his breath before stepping up to the ring, he climbed under the ropes and stepped inside, confidence pulsing through his very veins.

Simon Minter watched with gritted teeth, he enjoyed a good fight but professional fighting? That was way out of his comfort zone. Who knows what skill the opponent could have, or what he could do to you outside of the ring to get revenge.

Simon leaned against a wooden table, fingers wrapped round a glass of shit beer, and as he brought it to his lips he watched Connor's opponent step up to the ring- the sight of him made Simon's eyes blow wide, and he almost choked on his drink. The guy was taller than Connor by about 3 inches and he was a heavy weight, bald and missing half his teeth, he growled as he stepped up to Connor, tattooed belly wobbling with fury as he fastened his mouth guard in.

Simon's fingers tapped anxiously on the table as the fight began, the bell sounding caused everyone to cheer- holding betting slips in the air as if they were at some kind of concert and the papers were their phones.

A rush of adrenaline was pumping through Connor as he leaned back and pulled up his arms to block an oncoming fist. He smirked when the man missed and he managed to punch him in the side. A cheer came from Connor's little friendship group, the boys Simon desperately avoided like a sickness.

"Fuckin' c'mon then you cunt!" The bald man yells, causing half boos and half cheers to erupt in the crowd.

"You don't wanna' fuck with me," Connor laughs, avoiding another punch. He turns on his left foot and swings a harsh punch into the mans stomach, causing a ripple effect across his skin.

"You little shit prick," The man mutters, wiping a hand over his mouth before he finally lands a punch on Connor, the impact causes the leaner, shorter boy to stumble back, a cut opened up, just above his left eyebrow.

"Dick," Connor mutters, his fists swing to the other man, and the other man reacts with the same idea- only hitting harder and surprisingly faster.

In the crowd Simon was grimacing, he hated everything about this- he could see already that Connor was losing and as he walked closer to the ring he could feel Connor's friends looking at him, watching him.

Just as Simon was about to approach Connor's group of friends a loud thud came from his left side and his head snapped round at the sound. Connor had hit the floor, and the way his eyes rolled back meant he was done.

Simon gulped back the lump forming in his throat and rushed for the boxing ring, he clambered up into the ring and knelt beside Connor, hands lifting his head as he looked at him, "You fucking asshole! You've knocked him out!"

"Thats the point, twerp," The man spits, laughing as he celebrates his win.

Simon rises from his kneeling position, his blood was practically boiling in his veins as his hands formed fists.

"Hey dickhead!" Simon says and the man looks round, a confused look on his face.

Simon approaches him and as he does so, Connor starts to wake up, eyes hazy as he scans up to look at Simon, who had now punched the opponent square on the nose, somehow causing the other man to stumble backwards.

"Take your money and fuck off," Simon says, another punch, to the jaw this time. The larger man threw Simon backwards, but the silver haired man caught the rope and smirked, "Have fun nursing that broken nose, twat,"

The larger man grabbed his money and left the building with his little gang of alcoholic assholes following swiftly behind him.

Simon took no longer to return to Connor's side, giving the boy a smile, "And you thought you were the badass?"

"Fuck. You. Minter," Connor coughs, slowly sitting up, gripping his ribs as Simon helped him stand.

"My place or yours?" He asks, and Connor's eyebrows raise.

"So, in order to get a fuck out of you, I have to look battered and bruised, I'll keep it in mind," He winks and Simon rolls his eyes.

"I mean, to patch you up," Simon says and Connor shakes his head.

"Just in the locker room'll do," Connor says and the shorter of the two carries the other to the lockers.

Kian, Jack and Daniel all followed behind but Connor dismissed them, telling them him and Simon were fine and that they should leave before the police inevitably showed up.

In the locker room, Connor lay on one of the benches nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels and a cigarette while Simon attempted to see to his wounds- plasters, bandages, stitches- you name it, Connor had one somewhere.

"So, are we going to talk about what happened out there?" Connor asks, wincing as Simon pulled a stitch through one of his cuts. Simon wondered if this was what Cleo felt like when she had to nurse him back to health, well, a healthier state.

"What? You mean, you getting dropped to the floor and knocked clean out? Yeah, lets talk about that, Connor," Simon says and Connor rolls his eyes as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

"You're a dick. I mean, you kicking that guys ass!" Connor laughs and Simon shrugs, cutting the thread of the needle and allowing Connor to sit up.

"Its all relative, I was just finishing what you started," Simon says, smirking as Connor gulps back some more whiskey.

"You really were a bad boy weren't you? I wonder what else you're a bad boy at," Connor smirks and he puts down the bottle and stubs out the cigarette and he pulls Simon's lips against his.

"I want you to fuck me," Connor whispers and Simon's eyes widen at the words.

"Excuse me?" Simon stutters and Connor smirks.

"I get it, you haven't been with a man before, don't worry, I'll show you the basics," He says, his fingers running up Simon's neck, and holding his face close to his own, "Lets just let whatever is about to happen, happen,"

"Okay," Simon whispers.

"Just trust me," Connor says softly and Simon presses a kiss to his lips.

"I trust you,"

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Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!

i loved writing this tbh and i'm so glad i'm getting back into writing this- the exact same thing happened when i was writing lethal

much love to the most Savage fam on Wattpad!

~lachys-loch
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