Maddox POV
I looked over the young boy 'Theodore' again and tried to figure him out as he wrote down things he didn't like to eat.
The moment I saw him I knew that he was here for all the wrong reasons.
His nose as busted from what I could guess was from a punch to the face, and he obviously didn't think about anything else other than learning to fight from what he was wearing.
I was amused that he showed up wearing casual clothes to a gym, it was clear to me he had never stepped foot inside of a gym before today.
I looked at what he was writing down and had to hold back a laugh once he wrote 'all fruit' because oh boy, this kid had no fucking idea the amount of fruit I was going to introduce to his life.
He was skinny, way too thin so I needed to build him up slowly, only then could I really train him, and I will train him, after all it should be easy with this guy, he looks like he would be satisfied with just learning how to throw a punch.
"I'm um... done." He said quietly, handing me back the piece of paper.
I looked over what he doesn't like, and I couldn't help but sigh once I saw it was all foods that I would be adding to his diet, like pasta, chicken, fish, carrots, apples, and other fruit that he should be eating.
I'd need to change what I already made up for him and swap some things around, he didn't put rice on so I will add that instead of pasta, which is doable.
It's not only fighting I'd have to work on with this guy, but his eating habits are also shit.
"This should be enough to work on." I tell him, looking him over again.
He might be a skinny kid, maybe a bit dorky but he wasn't bad looking, which obviously made me wonder why he was being hit at school.
He was getting hit, bruises like the ones on his face and arms were fucking obvious, but I wouldn't say shit that didn't concern me, unless he wanted to tell me.
I stay out of their lives, and I keep them out of mine, I try and keep it professional at all costs, only then can I focus on my job and nothing else, which is how it should be.
I didn't need extra shit in my life.
Still, something about him bugged me, and it just wasn't in my nature to give a shit about someone, especially not a guy, or a fucking kid, so why did this one make me wonder about him?
He was weak, he had no muscle on his arms but something about his eyes told me he wasn't a complete coward, he came here after all, he reminded me of a little of myself at his age, just desperate to fucking get away from everyone.
"Um, is that all?" He asked as I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded my head, looking everything over one last time.
"Yeah." I got up from my seat and decided I'd show him some workout equipment he can also do on his own
I led him to the middle of the room where the ring was, it was only us down here today, usually Lenny or Emma would be here, but they took the day off to most likely because they got fucked up last night at the club.
"Right, stand there and show me the best kick you got." I instruct, as the boy looked at me confused.
I didn't have to tell him twice as he got into a stance that wasn't bad, but needed work, and then he tilted to the side and kicked into the air, as I watched his form.
He wasn't bad at all, he could be a decent kickboxer with some training and muscle on him, he was a lot better than most newcomers that come here for a free lesson or just to come and see me and ask stupid fucking questions.
"Not totally shit, but when you kick, don't keep your hands by your side, watch me." I tell him, moving to stand next to him to show him what I'm talking about.
I do a front kick and hold it so he can see what I meant, his eyes widen and then he nodded his head as I put my leg down and watch him follow my movements, starting with how I stood.
He did a front kick just like I did and then looked at me for approval, making me bite back a grin at how much he resembled a puppy, especially with that head of hair that was desperate for a cut.
"You got the front kick down, now let me show you some others really quick that we'll be working on during our next lesson." I said as I took a step back and got into position.
I showed him the round kick, side kick, how to stand and how to hold your fists, where I had to help him as he didn't quite get how to position his feet, but after a few attempts he was a natural and easy to teach.
He was a quick learner which I didn't expect from such a skinny guy, but he looks easy enough to train, which is what I hoped for when Rick told me I'd be getting a new guy to train.
Once I was satisfied, he got the basics down, I jogged to my office and got the regime I had made up for him of all the workouts we'll be doing together before I teach him how to hold his own in the ring with me.
His face paled as he looked down at the list in front of him, making me grin once I see how face his eyes were going over everything, obviously overwhelmed by it all, despite me shortening it because of how new he is to kickboxing.
"If you want to change anything let me know, until then... you're free to leave." I tell him, as his brown eyes look at me.
Seeing as our time had come to an end and an hour had passed, I grabbed a spare gym bag I wasn't using anymore and handed it to him, for the load of free shit I gave him, shorts, t-shirts and wrap for his hands.
"U-Um, thanks." He said quietly as I looked down at him, putting things into the bag.
"I had fun and um..." There was a pause, as his face started turning a bright shade of pink.
"I'm actually a fan, s-so t-thanks for your time and... I'll see you next week." He said shyly, before smiling at me, his nerves obvious in the way he couldn't hold eye contact with me.
I'd heard this all before, and it all got too fucking predictable and annoying, but for some reason it wasn't annoying me now, if anything it made my shit day just a bit better as I looked down at the shy boy and nodded my head.
"See you next week, Theo." I said, sending him on his way as I headed back to my office, not looking back at the guy as he sheepishly headed for the exit.
I heard the door close behind him as I sat down on my chair in my office, closing my eyes as a laugh escaped my lips as I go over the past hour with the clumsy, skinny yet amusing kid.
He wasn't bad to train, he listened well and never complained, he made my job here all the easier as I didn't have to tell him twice like I do with the more advanced guys that come to me for training.
Despite not hating this job, I couldn't wait to get back into the ring and do what I did best, there was something about teaching other people kickboxing, but to be the one in the ring with all eyes on you- it was a feeling unmatched.
I lived for the fight, it cleared my mind and washed all my thoughts away, I was in my prime and I was already at the top, life was good, but outside the ring things got loud, and harder to ignore, especially family.
Looking at the time I decide to call it a day and just head upstairs to have a quick workout, then head home and make dinner, I didn't have any more lessons today, so I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
Speaking of, for a while now my dicks been rock hard from the moment that guy left, and I know it's not because I wanted to fuck him, but because it's been a while since I slept with a woman.
I've never been with a guy before, and I never want to fucking find out how it feels either, I've knocked guys out for looking at me wrong, so I knew I wasn't into them, I loved women, and I couldn't even think of sticking my dick up a guy's ass without feeling sick.
Fuck this, my dick just isn't going down.
I whipped it out and closed my eyes as I released the tension and tried to relax into it, thinking of warm plump lips wrapped around my cock, small hands touching my balls, brown eyes looking up at me.
I freeze mid stoke as familiar eyes come to mind, making me open my eyes wide to see how rock hard I still was, considering I just pictured that dorky, skinny guy with my hand wrapped around my cock.
Fucking hell, I really did need to go out and get laid.
Putting my dick back in my shorts I grab my bag and jacket and decide to just leave, not wanting to go over what I just did, knowing full well I wasn't into the guy, and I was just that fucking horny.
Grabbing my phone from my pocket I reply to the first text from a girl I hooked up with last week and just told her to meet me near my place, not bothering to stick around and train when my dick just wouldn't calm down.