They were halfway down the corridor, chatting excitedly to the interested glances of the prisoners who could see them from their cells when Jamie suddenly realised what had been nagging at the back of his mind despite his excitement at seeing his best friend.
Rhys’ face when he saw Richard.
“We need to go back.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head a bit sheepishly.
“What? Why?” Richard queried, smile freezing for a minute.
“I need to introduce you to someone first.” It wasn’t a lie, he really wanted to make things clear to Rhys who Richard was just as much as he wanted to introduce them. He couldn’t have him thinking something untoward was going on.
He didn’t think about why he wanted to do this, he just knew he needed to. Now.
“Who is it that I need to meet so badly –” Richie sighed as his friend simply grabbed him by the hand and pivoted in the direction they were coming from.
Rhys was lying flat on the cold floor and looking straight up at nothing. His eyes were a blank stare. Jamie didn’t like it.
“Rhys, are you okay?”
The big man still didn’t budge, all Jamie got was a blink. One frigging blink.
Well Richard had had enough. “Can you stand up plea – oomph! What?” Richard glared at Jamie as he rubbed his side which Jamie had just punched. Jamie looked at Richard, and then at the set of keys hanging on his waist belt. “You can open the door right?”
“Jamie, what’s this all about?” he stopped when Jamie made a fist to remind him. He shook his head in amusement. “Fine.”
“Open the door.”
“What do you want Jamie?” Rhys spoke at last, his deep voice rumbling over their argument.
Jamie turned to him in relief, small hands gripping the bars so tight his knuckles went white.
“Rhys.” He said again in a low, soft voice. He was asking the big man to look at him. Something.
Rhys took a deep breath and turned his head. His face remained blank, expressionless. But his eyes were filled with turmoil. Jamie’s heart wrenched painfully.
“I want you to meet someone.” No movement. “Please?”
Richard looked between his friend and the dangerous looking giant in the cell, wondering what the hell was going on. He looked again at the big man…”Why do you seem familiar? Do we know him from Surrey?”
The two men ignored him, but Rhys now pulled himself upright, eyes glued on Jamie who was doing the same. He came to the cell door, fingers slowly circling and gripping the bars over Jamie’s hands, enveloping them completely. It was like electricity was crackling in the air. Jamie gulped at this show of territory; loving but hating the wash of delight that at what Rhys was doing.
Blushing harshly, he finally found his voice, “Rhys, this is Richie – Richard, my best friend.”
Rhys’ eyes widened slightly then went back to blank. He was obviously fighting his reaction.
“Yeah. He just transferred from Bracken prison. I had no idea he was doing that… coming over here I mean. He’s been in the prison service since we left uni.” He rambled on, trying to explain, to get some understanding from the big man.
“Oh.” Was all he got back.
Jamie sighed. “Richie, this is Rhys.”
Richie raised an eyebrow at the lack of qualification of what the big man was. As far as he knew, his friend was straight but this all looked… somewhat intimate. The big man looked contained, like he was holding himself back. Jealousy. Definitely jealousy.
Suddenly it clicked.
“Rhys Foxton! Rhys Foxton?” Richie gasped in growing recognition of the fact that this was the famous actor as well as the person he had heard was involved in a great deal of drama with Jamie. “The actor?”
“Yeah, the actor.” Jamie moaned in mock exasperation. Rhys’ lips twitched. Just a little. Jamie saw it and beamed wide.
“What? Can’t I be surprised to see a famous actor? Just because he’s your friend doesn’t change the fact that he is famous.” Richard spouted indignantly. He turned to Rhys, hand held out for a handshake.
Rhys looked at him and then his hand, reluctant to let go of Jamie. He heard a long drawn out sigh from Jamie and shook his head in amusement, pulling his hand away to shake Richard’s.
“Any friend of Jamie’s is a friend of mine.” Richard continued.
“Same here.” Rhys rumbled. “Nice to meet you.”
“How polite.” Jamie added with a smirk. He stifled a giggle when Rhys’ hand squeezed his and he let go of Richie’s hand to grab Jamie’s other hand as well. He tugged at the hands until Jamie was facing him directly. Then he leaned in close, voice dropping. “You want me to be rude to your best friend?”
The small man swallowed visibly, very obviously hypnotised by Rhys’ stare. Goosebumps dominoed up his arms and down his back. “I didn’t say that.” Staring. Hard. “Rhy… stop. I’ve got to go.”
Rhys let go immediately and the swiftness of it made Jamie’s chest constrict. He had no idea why. He was beginning to regret asking to be taken back to his cell. He really wanted to stay with Rhys. He wanted to curl up in those large arms and chat. But his courage was somewhat clogged in his throat. The appearance of his best friend, howbeit a good thing, didn’t help matters.
Rhys walked backward with his hands raised, his face all blank again. Jamie made to speak but Rhys’ look stopped him.
“Go.” The big man said before turning away from them. “Nice to meet you Richard.”
Richie had to practically peel his friend off the bars and drag him away. He definitely had to have his questions answered, now more than ever.
* * * *
They spent hours in the interview room by the wing office catching up on things. Richard really wanted to know all about Rhys and Jamie kept trying to avoid the subject.
“Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say. I’m not whatever you think”
Richie stared at him and he looked away in embarrassment. “So there’s nothing going on with you and that scary giant?”
Jamie couldn’t help himself. “He’s not scary!”
Richie laughed. “Really? He’s akin to an extra terrestrial at least. He is built like one, I’ll tell you that. Even beside me, much less you. Jesus, the guy is like 7 feet tall!”
“Yeah, rub it in will you.” Jamie muttered.
“Not like that stopped you…” Richie teased, getting a punch for his trouble. “What?” he straightened up as a thought struck him. “ Are you sure – should I be insulted by this?
Jamie frowned. “No. Of course not. It’s nothing to do with you. I’m not gay. Simple as.”
Richard’s eyes widened as a memory crawled back to him. He kept it to himself. “I don’t believe that for even a second. This sounds like some warped sense of ‘I’m the one protecting the gay guy so I can’t possibly be gay myself’?”
Jamie buried his face in his hands with a weak, “No.”
“Jame. Remember your own words – Being gay is not the end of the world. There’s nothing wrong with liking or loving a man. Remember?” he got a nod. “Maybe you should think about taking your own advice sometime.”
“This is completely different Richie.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“I’m not gay.”
* * * *
Richard couldn’t get his mind off Jamie and his thing with the actor prisoner. His friend was obviously caught up in it but in denial at the same time. He thought about the words Jamie had just said… I’m not gay… it had jarred him seriously.
Jamie didn’t know this, but when he had been attacked that terrible day in the school garden and Richard had found him and called an ambulance, all he was saying as he flowed in and out of a coma, was “I’m not gay, I’m not gay.”
They were almost 16 at the time and Richard had just come out as gay in school. He regretted it profusely now, for Jamie had begged him to keep quiet about it. They were about to graduate and Jamie wanted to do so in peace. He feared the repercussions of letting people know, but Richard was not having it. He had known he was gay since he hit puberty and had waited long enough to let it out.
There hadn’t been such a bad reaction when he did and they happily went back to normal. Until the day Jamie was cornered at the back of the school and mistaken for Richard. It seems he kept trying to tell them they had the wrong person and he was not gay but the boys did not listen and beat him within an inch of his life.
He had crawled through the school door and if it was not Richard impatient about getting him so they could go see the latest slash movie had rushed to the home economics class and then the kitchen and then the garden to find his friend all but a bleeding pulp.
He had called an ambulance and tried to get Jamie to tell him who had done this. All the small broken boy could say was “I’m not gay.” On and on and on.
Jamie never remembered these words he had been saying through the 3 months he was in and out of a coma, but Richard could never forget.
It seemed this was the root of his denial of what was happening with him and the big man. He was saying those words again. His terror was rearing its ugly head subconsciously it seemed.
He could never forgive himself for what had happened to his friend because of his selfishness and stupidity. He had sworn to protect him from then on.
That was why he had been trying to transfer to Markham since Jamie had been incarcerated. It had been very difficult and he had had to take a demotion in order to do so. His governor at HMP Feather had thought he was completely crazy to be doing this. He hadn’t bothered to tell Jamie either because he knew he would tell him not to.
He didn’t care, he was going to be there for Jamie for as long as he was able.
* * * *
The library was another improvement in the prison. It was in the same building it had always been in but had now been vastly enlarged, with the other rooms moved and designated elsewhere to allow for space. It was pretty impressive to look at. All the makeshift shelves were gone, replaced with proper shelves and even the odd glass drawers. Very posh.
It was also very quiet, heaven for Rhys.
This was why he joined Old Cole working there as soon as there was an opening. As soon as the old man had told him of the plans to expand, he had jumped at the chance to escape the world of the prison as often as he could.
Old Cole was grateful for the company, it had been just him in there for god knows how long.
Now he was sick of it. He was happy to just chat now… and watch Rhys stack the books onto the new stands. The big man loved the place, God knows he was tall enough to do the work.
He had a couple of others helping as well though. He had made sure to choose quiet, well behaved prisoners. The library was not a place for drama, for those who wanted to lay low and serve their time, yes, but never drama.
He watched the new officer approach them, gave him a nod and excused himself. Jamie’s friend would obviously have more to say to Rhys than him. He liked to watch it all. It made good entertainment in his old age.
“So you and Jamie…” Richard leaned against the wall right by where Rhys was stacking books. All the other prisoners had inched away to give them space.
Rhys raised an eyebrow, slowing his pace but not stopping. “Me and Jamie…?”
Rhys turned to him, “I don’t understand, did you just ask a question?”
“Are you fucking my friend?” Richie asked bluntly. The huge man’s nose flared, he had touched a nerve there.
“That, sir, is none of your fucking business.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“Then maybe you should direct that question to him and not me. Wouldn’t that be much more appropriate?”
“He says there’s nothing going on.”
“So you don’t trust your best friend then.”
“Its not that.” Richard stated. “It’s the way you act around him. The way he acts around you.”
“You really need to speak to Jamie.” Rhys stopped stacking, looked down and sighed. “I can’t help you. Sorry.”
Richard watched him for a moment, deciding to let him know the reality of things.
“Something happened to Jamie when we were younger…” he caught the flash of interest in Rhys’ eyes, of an almost desperate nature. The giant had it bad. Good, seeing as Jamie had it too.
Over an hour later, Rhys sat quietly for a good while after Richie had left him. He felt a lot lighter with the knowledge that Jamie’s denial was possibly more a mental issue caused by his bad experience rather than plain old rejection.
He had told Richard that Jamie needed to know about it. He needed to face what happened and maybe it may help him come to terms with his feelings for Rhys.
Thinking of what happened to the little man filled Rhys with rage. He wished he had been there to keep those bastards from touching him.
* * * *
After hearing what Richard had to say, Jamie was strangely elated. It kind of made sense now.
He had been right to think Richard had become overly protective, long after he had recovered fro the attack. There had been no lasting damage and he had made a full recovery. Now he understood why. Richard felt he was traumatised mentally.
He now felt guilty for not agreeing to see the psychiatrist like Richard had pushed for then. He recalled their fights and arguments about it. The frustration and anger over him not wanting to get better with therapy. This was why Richie had been so upset at the time.
Apparently he had nightmares and everyone had been told to let him get over it with the passage of time and make no reference to it unless it came from him.
Jamie had felt there was nothing wrong with him so he had not bothered with any more doctors or therapists. Served him right he guessed.
Now he could see why he was constantly thinking ‘I’m not gay’ in his mind without any rational reasoning behind it. It was his memory playing tricks on him after all.
If he hadn’t been so fucking stubborn, he would’ve been fine now. Oh well, it couldn’t be helped. He refused to worry about yet another thing. This was goodness somewhat, he could sort himself now as well as possible. First thing when he got out of here, he would get a psychiatrist or a counsellor to help him deal with things.
He wondered what the big man would think about all this. For some reason, Jamie couldn’t wait to tell him. Maybe… maybe he would understand now.
* * * *
It was a Saturday. The gym was mostly empty today. Except for Ace and his men, they were all there. All using weights of different sizes. When they crowded like this, no one hung around. Which worked for Ace considering what he had in mind today.
“When does Rhys do the library?” Ace grunted thoughtfully.
The boys perked up, always happier when they smelt the promise of trouble. It was in their blood.
“Fridays, I think.” Major stated. He was the most outspoken of the group of guys.
“Perfect. With him and Old Cole at the library, we’ll have free reign.” Ace began. “I need you guys to start a little party, keep the guards occupied. I’ll need to get my Friday to be somewhere close enough to the laundry that a lockdown wouldn’t affect me.”
He looked round at the men. “Which is the best place to apply for that would draw too much attention from the guards? The kitchen?”
“I’d say the gym, the small one.” Jo murmured in his usual slurred voice. he was the procurer of the group, well the most resourceful anyway.
The small gym was hardly used now that there was a larger more equipped one available. It was still there though, now used mainly by those focusing on weight loss rather than body building. Save for the storage rooms in between, there was no security door that would shut automatically on a lockdown. There would be nothing to shield little Jamie from Ace when the time was right.
“They wouldn’t believe you actually want the kitchen. You can say you want to drop some pounds?”
“Mmmh, that doesn’t sound too bad. The small gym… I can get in the laundry easy.” Ace was lost in though for a while. The main thing was ensuring the warden remained unaware of the switch, the rest would be no big deal at all. There were loads of guards that would turn a blind eye.
It was as if Connor read his mind. “You sure about that though? Would anyone believe you want to actually lose weight?”
“So where then?” the huge man asked in exasperation.
“I say, cut yourself.” Ace stared at Connor with a look that said ‘really???’ “Listen a minute. Once you do that, you get taken to healthcare. That way it all happens on the one day before any of the men are the wiser.”
“Just a small cut. It just has to bleed enough to be noticeable…” Connor encouraged.
Healthcare was even better, located directly opposite the laundry. Ace wasn’t exactly convinced though.
“But if there’s a party, it wouldn’t do good to have a wound. That would be a weak spot.” Major said.
“Yeah, that’ll make me vulnerable…” Ace agreed.
“You, vulnerable?” Connor said in disbelief. All the men laughed, beginning to talk all at once.
“And they would chain you to the bed too…” “Yeah. Damn, that’s even worse.” “Well…”
“Well what?” Ace cut in. He was getting impatient.
“You can pretend to have chest pains some days before. You know, act like you can’t breathe…”
“Get to the point man.” Ace growled.
“When you see the nurse, talk about your weight like maybe that’s the reason. You know weight loss and all… then start talking about using the small gym…”
“Ahhh… it would have to be a while before so it all looks legit.” Ace added.
“So you’re saying I’m fat?”
“Err… no. come on Ace, you’re a tall man. That’s all…”
“Don’t like it.” Ace decided. Major breathed a sigh of relief. Better that than face his anger. “Any other ideas that don’t focus on my size? Think, you bastards.”
“What about the warden?” Connor said quietly. It was what they were all thinking.
“Shut up Connor. That’s my fucking business.”
The question hung in the air though. The men all knew the deal with the warden. After all, Ace had nearly blown their ears off raving and ranting about the warden keeping Jamie out of his reach.
“I’ll be in and out of there in a blink. You guys have got to do your part good. I’ll need good time to get my shit done. Okay?” They all nodded. “So no little spats. I want a good party. Rile the turbans up or something. Rile everyone up.”
“But they’ll still know its you…”
“Your history with the little…”
“Don’t worry about that.” Ace cut him off. “There’s no way he’ll be able to say a thing. I’ll make him forget who the fuck he is, let alone who I am.”
“Maybe wear a mask?” Jo offered. “I could make you one?”
“Fuck. Alright. Do that.” the huge man groaned impatiently. “Just make sure its done properly, don’t want no makeshift piece of crap.”
Jo looked offended. “You know me better than that Ace.” He said. “I’ll do it right.”
“You do that.”
They were at it for days on end. Ace wore them out before finally deciding on a course of action.
Friday the 13th.
He thought it would be symbolic.
* * * *
A week later.
Jamie was in a good mood today. He had received a call first thing this morning from his lawyer that there was a lead on the possible account that would connect someone else in his firm to the missing money. It was just a matter of time.
In addition to the information from Richard, things were generally looking up.
He hummed to himself amidst the drone of the huge washing machines and tumble dryers as he did the last batch of laundry he was assigned to. Happy to have finished early so he could now relax the rest of the day, he loaded the large trolley with the laundry and began to push it to the laundry storage room. He needed a break badly after the long steamy day filled with the whiff of cleaning chemicals.
He got into the large room, parked the trolley by the side of the door with other trolleys and began stacking the sheets neatly so that they could be counted and itemised. The towels were last and were stored way down at the end of the room. He heaved the large pile up in one go because he didn’t want to have to go twice and struggled over.
He rounded the corner.
The sight before him stopped him in his tracks.
Rhys was standing against the shelves with another man in front of him. Practically on top of him actually. The man was small and stocky somewhat, not as small as Jamie, but small enough and with a good amount of bulk and muscle. He also had a scarf round his head so you could make no mistake as to what he was. A queen. And his hand was touching Rhys’ head with a bit too much familiarity.
He stood there in shock, conflicting emotions and questions tearing at him. Tears stung his eyes and he fought to push them back, willing his legs to move and get him out of there. He had pushed Rhys away since their time in his cell, only being civil. Now Rhys was finding happiness somewhere else. What business was it of his? The towels toppled from his shaking hands and the two men turned at the sound just as Jamie’s legs finally heeded him.
Rhys’ eyes pleaded with Jamie in that instant and he pushed the man away from him.
But Jamie turned and ran. Blindly, just wanting to get away and hide. He felt sick, like he was going to throw up. He kept running, ignoring Rhys’ voice calling his name as he thundered after him.
Rhys caught up with Jamie in no time and grabbed him, holding his back against his chest. He turned him around slowly and met the wild confused hurt and accusing silver eyes. “Jamie…” he began but Jamie stopped him with his hands in the air, shaking his head in some kind of denial.
“You don’t need to explain anything to me… there’s nothing between us. Is there? Nothing at all… I just overreacted… I am fine, really… let go…” He slapped Rhys’ hands away from his shoulders as they tried to calm him “I’m alright… go back to your business… argh.” He groaned suddenly, keeling over. Before Rhys could bend over him he had stood upright again, gasping as he stepped backwards, his hand holding his belly in surprise “I feel sick… why do I feel sick… arghhh… why do I feel si…?” He slapped at Rhys’ hands again, his eyes dancing crazily in confusion, his face wincing and then struggling to smile widely in turn, tears brimming. ”Don’t you dare explain; I am fine… I am fine…” He began to hyperventilate, gasping for air in a state of shock. “It hurts… its not supposed to hurt… why does it hurt…?” He choked on his words as the tears poured out at last, all his strength lost.
Rhys lifted him into his arms, taking all the blows the small hands rained on him, dying inside at the thought that one stupid act of an idiot could have caused this pain. He was so totally overwhelmed by his feelings for the man in his arms and the pain he felt for hurting him. He stood that way till all the fight went out of Jamie and he crumpled into his shoulder crying. He saw Old Cole and Roger start to step forward but the hard look he gave them kept them away.
He ignored the inmates watching and headed back into the laundry storage room to where he had told the cause of his problems not to move an inch or else. He glared at the apologetic looking man waiting nervously. He came up close to him, still carrying a shaking Jamie.
“You explain what was going on when he came in. Right now.” he said grimly through clenched teeth.
“But he’s crying…”
“You better make sure he hears you then, shouldn’t you?”
The effeminate man, Lady as he called himself, began to explain himself as loudly as he could to Jamie’s hearing, stammering in growing fright as he realised he could be in big trouble. He said he had heard that Rhys and Jamie had been made to do it down in solitary and had seen them in the field that day and thought it had been so hot between them. He had wanted to try his luck and see if Rhys would give him a go. He had been teasing him and touching his hair in his bid to seduce him but that hadn’t worked. He said that Rhys had simply been amused and had been telling him he was not interested when Jamie had come in.
All the while Jamie’s head remained buried in his shoulder. Rhys only let Lady go because Jamie’s heaving was subsiding a little. The man scrambled off in relief, apologising profusely and saying it would never happen again.
Rhys sat down nervously on one of the large chairs and lifted Jamie’s head up to his. As their eyes met, Jamie began to heave again as the tears started.
“I wasn’t cheating on you Jamie,” he whispered, feeling the small man stiffen at his words, his face wincing in denial of their now escalating relationship. Well he was going to change that right now.
“I was not cheating on you,” he repeated clearly again and again, holding those beautiful crying eyes with his and following each statement with a soothing kiss. When Jamie tried to move his hands from his face, he deepened the kiss, till he had dissolved the last of the fight left in him.
Rhys held him like that for hours on end it seemed staring into his eyes and kissing him, not letting him look away.
“Look in my eyes,” he whispered “See that you’re not alone in the way you’re feeling. I feel the same way Tiny, I’m trying to deal with new feelings just like you are. The fact that we’re men doesn’t change that. You’re driving yourself crazy trying to fight it so hard.”
“I’m sc… scared…”
“I know Tiny.”
“I don’t understand how I can feel like this…”
“There’s nothing wrong with how you feel. It’s there now and you can’t change that. You just need to relax and let it happen. Remember the last time I got you to relax? Didn’t that turn out to be better than you’d thought?”
Jamie blushed at his words and hid his face in the broad chest. ”I guess…”
“Look at me…” his head was lifted back up, “It has never been that good for me before in my entire life. I would never have though that was possible. Give us a chance... stop fighting it and give it a chance… give me a chance to show you…” Jamie’s fingers came over his lips to stop his words, he nipped at them till he pulled them back. “To show you that we can be good together.”
Rhys nuzzled into him, into that soft long neck “God I love the way you say my name… I could take you right this minute.”
He chuckled at Jamie’s shiver at his statement, cupping the small face up for more slow kisses.
“I’ve never felt like this before… with… with women…” Jamie whispered in wonder.
“Neither have I… don’t you see… that’s why it’s so special. That’s why we need to give it a chance…”
“I feel like I’m falling so hard and so fast… it’s like you’re all over me all the time, all over, inside me, inside my head, my body, under my skin… I can’t think straight anymore…”
To say Rhys was overwhelmed by this declaration is not enough, it was like something possessed him in that minute and filled his every pore with a warm fire. This was exactly the same effect Jamie had on him; it was like he was listening to his own mind. It was unreal.
He crushed Jamie to him, wishing they could melt into one being in his longing. Tears filled his eyes and he choked on them, more overcome at this for he never cried. Ever. Jamie’s eyes flew up as a tear hit his cheek and he stared, frowning intermittently in slow comprehension “Rhy…?”
More tears trickled and hit the tilted face, “If you’re falling hard Tiny, I think I hit the ground a long time ago. And I’m still waiting for you to meet me.” Rhys tried to laugh but it ended up a groan as he was also internally fighting the urge to all out weep. He had never felt so bare, so open, so defenceless.
This time Jamie took charge, this time it was his small hands that cupped Rhys’ face. He tenderly kissed away the pouring tears even as his kept pouring, his breath in short hitches as he soothed his love. “Oh Rhy… I thought it was just me… having these crazy feelings… afraid of so many things, that you thought it was just sex… I was so afraid you’d think I was a sicko for screaming like a woman, so afraid of falling for you at all.”
Rhys smiled through his tears at this, remembering that he had thought it was just sex initially too. But it was so not, not for him, not for his Jamie. Not by a million miles. His strength built back up and he calmed down, eyes on Jamie’s, blatant in its love and ravenous desire through the haze of tears.
Jamie gulped, entranced by this gaze “I think I’ve hit the ground now Rhy. Will… will you still have me?”
Rhys did not answer immediately, his eyes mesmerising Jamie. He knew why soon.
“Rhy... not here…”
Rhys had slipped his hand into his track downs and pulled out his growing hardness, ignoring the weak protests, “Yes. Yes. Of course I’ll have you…” Slow knowing strokes. “Make no mistake tiny…you are mine now. Every. Single. Inch. Of. You. Shhh.” he coaxed the now bucking man, emphasising each word with a slow teasing stroke of his dick. He was well aware that the workday was about to end and they had very little time to mess about.
He kissed away Jamie’s tears and then faced his mouth as he stroked him, his other arm keeping the smaller man hard against his chest and slanting down into Jamie’s tracks so he could lift his bum a bit to bring him higher up. Jamie was holding on for dear life, his hands clenching and unclenching against Rhys’ neck and shoulders, drinking in Rhys’ soothing whispers promising to help him through any fears and insecurities. Promising that they were in this together. All the way.
Rhys’ increased his strokes and then just as the sound of the line up bell began to build up from a distance he slid a finger, just the tip mind, from behind into that tight pulsing rosebud, making his baby come violently in unison with the boom of the bell, the full force of Jamie’s orgasm matching the deafening screech of the bell and blocking out his throaty screams of release from all ears but Rhys’.
* * * *
They made their way towards the laundry door some minutes later with smiles on their faces. As they reached the door and Jamie made to open it, Rhys grabbed at him unexpectedly and lifted him into his arms. Jamie giggled in delighted surprise and wrapped his legs round the firm waist, nuzzling contentedly in the crook of Rhys’ neck.
“I could get used to this you know,” he whispered, after a quiet minute, “You’re spoiling me, carrying me all the time…”
“I can carry you all day Tiny, so you better get used to it fast because that’s gonna be happening all the time. This is your new way of life, in my arms. I’m thinking your legs are going to be made redundant pretty soon…” Rhys answered back softly, kissing Jamie’s nose as he looked up at him and giggled at his words. “You know I could prove that to you and take you right here without your feet touching the ground for even a second…”
Jamie went bright pink and his eyes widened before he hid shyly in that neck again. Rhys chuckled at the little man’s actions but this went a bit choked as he felt the hardened heat press into his belly.
“Don’t tease Rhy… you shouldn’t say things like that…” he muttered, embarrassed for he had gone hard as a rock at what Rhys had just said and he knew the big man could feel it because it was pressing between them already. God, the effect this big man had on him was frightening.
Rhys pressed his hand against the small of Jamie’s back and flattened him against his broad chest, effectively squeezing Jamie’s already aching hardness between them. He bent his head to better hear the shy gasps as he kept on with the pressure.
“Now that’s why I say things like that…” he whispered, sending a shudder down Jamie’s spine, “I love driving you…absolutely…crazy…” That caused another stronger shudder and a stifled gasp of his name, so soft and delicious in that small choked voice.
Hands grabbed at his shoulders and dragged him higher, closer till he was forced to lift his head, facing Rhy directly now with heavy lidded eyes full of lusty overwhelming need. The veins in his slender neck bulged as his body was tried to deal with the electricity coursing through it. Rhys returned his gaze, the desire pouring out of them sending more shivers through his small frame and making him whimper.
Rhys suddenly bent over, crushing him down against his throbbing erection making Jamie gasp first at the shock of the movement and then more desperately at the contact with the heated flesh grinding between his cheeks.
The big man straightened back up, crushing Jamie flush against him with large hands almost covering the small torso completely as he enveloped his mouth in a hungry kiss. The small man practically melted in those arms, wondering what he had been thinking all the while to deprive himself of this.
“Jesus.” Rhys gasped, pulling away with difficulty, “We need to get out of here or I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
TO BE CONTINUED...