Lady Mary Callaghan, Head of the Home Civil Service, had for the past few months been meeting with frontline staff at prisons all over the country as part of an action plan to assess the impact of recent changes and cuts to the budget across government. She had left HMP Margan for last as she planned to address the horrific tales that had been going round about the infamous prison.
The HM Inspector of Prisons was currently investigating the allegations made by a good number of prisoners directed mainly against the Warden. A few officers were said to be involved but it was suspected that this might have been at the go ahead of the Warden. Warden Albert Cutler, Governor of the prison, veteran officer, a recipient of a good number of recognitions and awards including an MBE for his work over the years.
He was a powerful man with a great deal of friends in high places. This was the reason the investigation was taking so long. Everyone was threading carefully. No one wanted to be on the wrong side of him.
Warden Cutler had been informed of her impending arrival over a month ago and at the time a date had been set amidst threats of closing his prison down. She had not turned up after all the time spent on preparations. Another appointment was rescheduled and missed again.
He had promptly lost interest after that, putting it down as a bluff. He told himself she was just a stupid woman touring prisons to see the work being done there to help rehabilitate prisoners and thinking above herself.
Now she was here, messing up his whole existence with one ill-timed visit. He was angry at himself more than anything. He should have been more alert, there was an investigation going on, of course they would want to sneak up on him and catch him in the act.
She had actually watched the live action and now was waiting to see him. Big bloody mess. Much as he hated to admit it, there was only one way out.
Bloody fucking mess.
The huge prisoner was brought into the room and pushed into the seat as if he could not manage it by himself. He grimaced but said nothing, not wanting to aggravate an already bad day. The guards stepped back at the Warden’s signal until they were out on the other side of the door.
Squeak stayed behind for a second to whisper something in the warden’s ear. “She said to let you know she’s decided to do a tour of the prison as she waits for you. She’s starting with inspecting some of the work in the old rehabilitation centre. You can join her anytime, she said. She has apparently already talked to staff supervising prisoners having lunch on A Wing.”
“That’s good Squeak. Wait outside.” Good, that bought him some more time to deal with Rhys and nip this problem in the bud.
Rhys faced Warden Cutler, wary at all that was going. He hated being out of the loop like this. He was so used to being in charge, being in prison had seriously changed his outlook on life. It was like he had been pulled tight on a bow and couldn’t get his body to relax. His mind kept ringing, banging on about Jamie, if he was okay, how he was dealing with the strange circumstances.
The warden was restless which was a surprise. He had never seen him as much as bat an eyelid in discomfort. Maybe this was good?
He could only hope.
But it was better than he could have dreamed.
“I have a proposal for you.”
Rhys took a deep breath, trying to keep the dread at bay. “A proposal…” he prompted.
“Yes,” Warden Cutler said with a frown, leaning forward menacingly. “I have the Cabinet Secretary in the prison as we speak. She has seen footage of what just happened in the theatre. We both know the kind of conclusion that would have been reached, both by her and her entourage. I’m sure they went in with her. That, amongst other things is not good for my reputation. We need to correct that.”
He paused for a bit. Rhys said nothing, waiting patiently for his point.
Warden Cutler continued, “So… I will be telling her that you arranged the show for us, like a movie of sorts, seeing that you are a famous actor and all. You will meet with her to confirm and correct whatever misconception she has. Is that understood?”
Rhys stared hard at him as his dread dissolved into almost painful relief. He hid it damned well though. “Understood,” He said quietly, seeing his chance. ”but…”
“Only on a number of conditions…”
The warden was not surprised; he knew he would not get away that easy. Not after what he had put him through. “Let me hear them.” Rhys opened his mouth to continue but the warden held up his hand to stop him. “You better not be asking for release, because that has nothing to do with me at any level.”
Rhys nodded. “Fine, I understand that. You leave me alone. You leave Jamie alone. No more ‘dates’ or ‘sex’, whether in private or in public with each other or anyone else. Ever.
And Ace leaves Jamie alone as well. You and him, and all your goons, stay out of our way. We’ll do what we have to do as prisoners but no more.”
“Fine, I can do that.”
“I write pretty fast, you sign it. We’re done.” He held his breath. “That way we both can be held to keep our word.”
“No, what you mean is so I can be held to keep my word.” Rhys said nothing. This was the condition, simple as. He knew he needed to stand his ground.
The warden stared at him for a while, and then slowly nodded.
“What about Jamie?” Rhys asked. “Shouldn’t he be here?”
Warden Cutler raised his eyebrows. “I doubt if he is in the right state of mind or body to do this, don’t you agree? He might just break down in front of the damned Secretary and mess things up.” He held a hand up to stop Rhys’ protest. “And believe me, this plan will only work for you if it works for me. Investigations take years, mister. So even if anything goes wrong and you don’t make things stick, it will be a long while before they can do anything about it. Enough time to have my fill of you both. So keep your dick in your pants and let’s get on with this.”
Rhys pursed his lips in resignation, knowing the warden was right. It would be his word against the warden’s as well as those influential guests of his. Investigations would take forever. “One last thing…”
“What is it Foxton? I haven’t got all day. And you are really beginning to piss me off. Again.”
“I need to speak to Jamie after this. He would be in his Wing now and he still needs to know what has happened. We’re in different wings so I won’t be able to see him today. I would like him brought to my cell so we can go over all of this.”
“Fine. You will need to speak to the Secretary first.”
“That’s not a problem, but my solicitor has to be there as well.”
“He can’t get here that fast, and besides, he cannot be present when you’re speaking to the Secretary. That would be fucking obvious.”
“Oh yes he can. Believe me,” Rhys said knowingly. He had a solicitor in the city, ready to cover any immediate needs at all times. Money did that. “And he can wear a guard’s uniform. I just need a phone.” Warden Cutler narrowed his eyes at Rhys in anger.
A mobile phone was pulled out of a jacket pocket and handed to Rhys. Rhys raised an eyebrow at this. Everyone knew mobiles were taboo in the prison, in prisons in general. It looked like the warden had clearance above all else.
He rang his solicitor and just as he said, he was on his way in minutes. The solicitor arrived within the hour and on his advice, he requested a copy of the incriminating video itself to make sure the warden kept his word. Rhys could see the warden cringing as they were handed the video. He couldn’t wait for it to be all over so the solicitor could get out of here and get the video to safety.
The warden went off to meet the Minister after the agreement had been written and signed.
* * * *
The Secretary was seated patiently when they arrived in the Warden’s office. She stood up politely to shake his hand, as did her entourage even though the look of exasperation remained.
“Good day ma’am. Sorry about the delay, but you know running a prison is time consuming. I had a few stops to make; there was an altercation that could have gone out of hand without my intervention.” He was polite but his eyes roved wickedly over her body, despite the fact that she was somewhat older and dressed conservatively.
It had the desired effect of making her look uncomfortable. Standing up, she walked over to
the cameras and stopped. She was taller than he had expected, hips a little too slim for his liking. Her backside was a lot less appealing than her front. She had a broad back, so thick it almost seemed like she had a hunchback, though from her front you wouldn’t know it. But then again, maybe that was just his irritation working.
“I see,” She murmured with interest in a soft Yorkshire accent, nodding her head. “You have done some impressive work on the rehabilitation centre so far. I can see that the prisoners would benefit greatly from all the activities.”
“Yes they will,” he coughed. “If we can get them to attend that is.” They all laughed a bit uncomfortably. “We’re working on it though.” He clarified, shifting in his chair.
“Oh, I’m sure you can get them to do what you want. Considering what I saw on these surveillance cameras of yours earlier.” She jerked her head unnecessarily towards the cameras high up behind her but in full view of the warden’s desk. Nothing of interest was happening on any of them now. “Can you tell me about that then?”
“You know what I mean Cutler…” her voice was clearly stern now. No more games obviously.
“You mean our play?”
She turned to face him again in disbelief. “Play? As in theatre?”
“Yes.” He acquiesced, smiling. “We have our very own claim to fame here. Rhys Foxton, the famous actor.” He beamed further as she began to look impressed, her creased forehead spreading and flattening out. It was working!
“So you’re telling me that was Rhys Foxton entertaining you all in there.”
“Sure it was. Did you not know he was serving a sentence for drink driving?”
“I did hear something like that but never gave it much thought. I had no idea he was in Margan. Strange location to put such a high profile person, wouldn’t you say?”
“It is all very low key and… he holds his own pretty well. No worries there. You can meet him if you like. You know, clarify any issues you have, maybe get an autograph thrown in. He’s a good lad. Helped us a lot with the centre you just inspected. He is always happy to do the shows, no matter the genre if you catch my drift.” Warden winked. “Have you seen his movie The Holding Room? It made over £100 million? Won 5 Oscars…”
“I think so… He got a nomination for that, didn’t he?” She had actually seen most of his movies.
“Exactly! So you would know that our play was actually from that movie…?”
“I se…” she turned slightly to one of her staff, the one she had introduced as Miss Bellwood, her Personal Assistant. Very ‘middle aged mother’; plump, a little plain and mousy brown in a severe dark brown suit that made her lank brown hair even more so. Nothing of interest the warden concluded. She nodded eagerly though, an obvious Rhys fan. She wished.
“Shall I get him then?”
“Yes,” She said firmly. “I think that would be a good idea.”
Now normally the warden would have simply clicked his fingers to summon a prisoner to him but because of the situation, he was dealing with everything himself this time.
Shuffling his large frame out of his chair with difficulty, he made his way to the door. He heard someone clear his or her throat loudly and turned round. It was the damned secretary. He raised an eyebrow.
“Not forgetting the other party in the play. I’d like to see him too.” Was she smirking? He thought.
“Without…” he coughed. “Without any props or special effects, our scenes are for the most part live, you know, really acted out. He might not be so happy to be dragged out here…”
“All the more reason why I should see him, I would think.”
“It might take a while. He might be having a clean up. Shower, bath, that type of thing.”
“We’ve got time, don’t worry about that. Just make sure they’re in here at some point. Together.”
“Fine. I’ll be right back.” He knew what she wanted to do. The bitch.
“Don’t go too far mind. After this, we still have some other issues to address. I’m sure you know what I mean Mr Cutler.”
Warden Cutler tried hard not to slam the door behind him as he made his way to Rhys, stopping to bark an order at Squeak. Thankfully, Rhys’ solicitor was ready and dressed in an appropriate uniform. Rhys was standing beside him, looking so fucking calm. Majestic bastard.
Rhys nodded, straightening up. “We have a bit of a hitch. She’s asking to see Jamie.”
Rhys cringed. “I told you –”
The warden stopped him with his raised hand. “Act.”
He followed Warden Cutler back into the large office. There were about three people surrounding the Cabinet Secretary, all seated. And that did not include the two guards. He was obviously not introduced to any of them. The office was big enough to carry so many people without appearing stuffed at all.
He got the usual stares like he did from fans on the outside, although they were a bit constrained as the people tried to contain themselves. He beamed at them for good measure; sure he heard a giggle.
“Can I speak to him in private please?”
Warden Cutler looked suitably reluctant. Rhys had to struggle to keep from laughing. “If you say so…”
She turned to the guard who had come in with them, wondering why he didn’t leave with the other two. He looked at the warden.
“I think you should let him stay.”
“This is a private convers —”
“For your own safety, my dear. You can never be too safe with prisoners; I assure you… no matter how many staff you have with you. They learn to move very fast in here. And Mr Foxton, for one, is a very fast learner.” No one needed to tell Rhys what the warden meant by that.
She looked at Rhys in surprise and he shrugged, giving the impression that he may actually need protecting from. She nodded quietly for a moment, trying to compose herself before she spoke.
It was all quiet for a while as she took him in, appraising. He did the same, pushing feigned admiration to the fore. She was alright for a woman her age, a bit too broad around the jaw and shoulders that her bouncy long blond hair couldn’t hide, though it softened her look a bit. The magic of a stylist he assumed, making her hair her best asset. She looked like she worked out too. Good for her.
“So, Mr Foxton. I understand you do plays for entertainment in here?” She smiled a little and it made her lips appear a bit thicker.
He smiled and nodded, relaxing into the chair and spreading his long legs so they were almost on either side of her chair. She winced and switched to the smile, but not before he caught it though.
“I like to…” he said seductively. “For as long as possible, whenever I can…”
“So what you’re saying is you enjoy having sex with another man to entertain others? You were not coerced in any way?”
Rhys laughed softly. “It was actually my idea. No women in here, so the obvious choice is a man. And believe me the auditions were crazy; it was like all the men in here want a piece of me. Or a stint at acting when they get out, I guess. We could hardly use a female prison officer now could we? That would have been too, mmh what’s the word… inappropriate. We use a different guy each time, to fit whatever storyline and all.”
“I see. So you suggested it. No one made you do it?”
“And the people watching? Who were they then?”
“Oh we get a number of ‘well to do’ fans to come in every now and then. They make welcome donations. People will pay a lot to get a private showing from a world famous actor, you know. I would’ve been too busy on the outside for such plays. But here, I’ve got all the time in the world. And the prison don’t have to wait for the government to drag their feet in providing the funding we inmates need to prepare us for release, especially with all the crazy cuts lately and disruptions of regimes. We can add you to the list if you’re interested.” She shook her head immediately as he expected. “It all goes to the fund for the rehabilitation centres in here,” he smirked. “My contribution to society.”
She looked suitably impressed at that and he knew he had hit it. Even the stern PA raised an interested eyebrow and tried not to nod. “Sounds like a good idea…”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”
“You understand that there may still have to be an investigation into this?”
“I know how things in this sector work now. I guess its fine. If it’s got to be done, it’s got to be done right?” he beamed.
She frowned just a little, looking unsure as he continued.
“We were meant to hold another tomorrow actually. It’s meant to be based on my movie Laws of Power but I understand Mr. Cooper, the Labour leader can’t make it. We hear it’s his favourite movie, so we’re waiting until he can. That would be a coup don’t you think… would put HMP Margan right on the map. Would be nice if you could watch me in action…” he leaned forward suggestively, teeth flashing to maximum effect.
Lady Mary blushed at the attention, clearing her throat.
“How about I get an autograph instead,” she said finally with a smile.
“I can do that!” He beamed in relief, taking the notebook she held out and signing in it with a flourish.
She read what he wrote - To the most beautiful MP I have ever met. Call me when I get out, maybe? 0711331***** - and her face lit from the inside out. She had never had such a young, handsome man look her way before, even when she was young. And an actor to boot.
“I can do some for your staff, too, if they’re interested? What do you say guys?” he addressed them.
As if on cue the quiet group of people squealed in pleasure and jumped out of their seats. They began to scramble all around him while the Secretary laughed and called the stern looking PA to her side. His solicitor smiled.
Warden Cutler heard the laughter and heaved a sigh. The bastard had done it!
The Secretary’s PA came out the door, awkwardly looking around. She nodded when she spotted him, “Lady Callaghan said there will be no need to bring in anyone else. She’s okay with … Mr Rh– this offender. You can come back in now.”
He smiled. The woman didn’t.
* * * *
Jamie tried washing himself to get the vicious memory off his mind. The stupid sink in the cell wasn’t enough to make a difference, even though he stripped and scrubbed everywhere. It wasn’t enough. He knew he could try a shower but that wouldn’t help either. Only one thing could.
Guards came to the cell. Jamie was told he needed to go along with them to a different wing to discuss some issues. His head was so fuzzy he did not pay any attention, just got dressed and went along. He couldn’t think straight at all. He hadn’t even said a word to Roger since he got back in and thankfully the kind man had left him alone with his thoughts.
He wanted Rhys.
That’s all he could think about right now. He couldn’t bear his other thoughts.
He didn’t absorb his surroundings or that he was taken to the restricted area where the Warden was based. He didn’t hear the conversation between the warden and the guards. He didn’t hear him telling them he did not need Jamie there after all. He didn’t even hear him say to take him to a certain man’s cell.
He couldn’t focus on anything else or he would go mad. He already felt mad. If he faced the
other thoughts, everyone would know. Just Rhys.
He nearly fainted when he was let into a cell and he saw Rhys sitting right there before him. It was Rhys’ cell. He was shirtless. Abs rippling deliciously as he moved, as he breathed. Oh God. Somehow his wish had been answered. He stayed where he was, unable to speak. All he could hear was his heart pumping heavily in his chest. He was breathless; he felt like he might faint as Rhys came closer.
“Jamie! My, It’s so good to see you. How are you feeling? Come here… does anything still hurt?” He was pulled gently into the huge man’s arms, hands subtly checking him all over as his warm breath filled his hair. He made no reply. “I’ve got something to tell you. Come sit over here. Something’s happened Tiny; the warden…” He stopped when Jamie’s hands pushed at his chest, pausing to look down at the small man questioningly.
“Don’t want to talk…” came a whisper.
Rhys didn’t really think he heard right and bent over to hear him better. “I didn’t hear you?”
The hands hit at him again. He grabbed them, not tightly though.
“Finish…” came another whisper, well, more like a groan. Rhys still didn’t get it and Jamie struggled as he tried to pry his hands out of Rhys’ to no avail. Rhys was puzzled and tried not to focus on the fact that the contact was turning him on. This was not the time.
“I don’t understand –”
“Finish…” the small man choked aloud and buried his face in the toned belly before him.
“Finish what you started. Make love to me. Please.”
Rhys’ heart began to race faster to Jamie’s relief. Rhys had heard him now, really heard him. He understood what he needed. He needed this or he would go mad.
“Jamie…” Rhys was shocked to hear what Jamie wanted. He couldn’t believe it and wanted him to be sure.
Jamie groaned harder. “I need to know it’s you, this is you. I need it… slow. I need to know it’s you. I need to know you are you. Not that monster in there. Rhys… please.”
He was shaking his head from side to side pushing against Rhys’ chest and Rhys knew he was sure. Rhys knew they could talk later. But…
“You’re hurt, I need to take care…”
“No. This is what I need now. I need to know… that that wasn’t you hurting me. I need you to just be slow, please. Please. Don’t hurt me.” His voice cracked and he began to sob.
“Oh Tiny, its okay. I’ll do anything you want.” Rhys’ voice dropped to a near whisper, clogged with emotion. “Anything. I won’t hurt you again, ever. I’m so sorry.” Rhys’ hands drag into Jamie’s hair and pull his head back, kissing away his tears before taking his mouth in a deep gentle kiss. Rhys’ hands moved down to Jamie’s small waist, pushed down the waistband of his trousers and hoisted him up.
Jamie’s small legs shuffled the trousers off and wrapped tight around Rhys’ waist as the kissing deepened. As Rhys staggered to his bed he grabbed for his small tube of oil on the bare mattress on the top bunk. He thought of his collection of oils and lubes in the drawer. It all felt a bit surreal that they would now actually come in handy. He had increasingly felt like an idiot for hoping Jamie and him would ever be together like this, in the privacy of his cell. It seemed like ages now since he had ordered all the stuff. He felt so good, so happy to be at this point.
Rhys let his own trousers slide down his legs. He sat on the bed, and laying Jamie down, settling between his legs on his knees. He gently pulled Jamie’s shirt off, kissing each inch of skin every unhooked button exposed. Focusing on Jamie’s belly, he let his tongue soothe the bruising from his blows.
Soon Jamie was tugging at his shirt and Rhys chuckled. That was the only piece of clothing still on. He pulled off his shirt with one swoop over his head and went back to his soothing. He slowly began to inch downwards, drawn to the cock straining tantalizingly underneath him.
His large hands skim the small man’s sides; trailing circles round his hips and making them jerk into his grip. He took a few licks at the glistening cockhead, drawing a whimper from Jamie first and then a groan as he halted and slid back up to kiss him.
Jamie wrapped his arms round Rhys’ neck and held him in a vice like grip as Rhys ground their cocks together. Heaven.
Rhys turned Jamie’s head to the side, wrenching their mouths apart to attack his delicate neck. The small man whimpered, threw his head back and ground harder. Pushing the small man backward Rhys’ lips moved to a nipple, sucking hard just as he moved himself off Jamie.
Teasing lips moved with him, past the taut nipple, down the sensitive side and turning Jamie over on his belly. The small man was shaking visibly now, moaning into the pillow as Rhys straddled him and began to kiss his neck and back.
He could feel the big cock burning hot on his bum; he ached for it to be inside him like his life depended on it. He gasped when Rhys positioned himself so his cock dipped into the cleft and rubbed maddeningly against his sensitive flesh.
Jamie tried to push back into it but Rhys wouldn’t let him. He began to massage Jamie instead, paying a lot of attention to his previously dislocated shoulder. He tensed a bit because it was sore, but Rhys’ fingers actually made it better. He relaxed and let go.
Rhys felt the small man melt and the joy within him was palpable. Left to him he would have just focused on all the aches and pains his earlier actions had caused, but Jamie wanted, no Jamie needed this. So he would give him what he needed. He would give him everything.
He slid down after a few minutes, massaging the little bum in turn. His tongue tasted Jamie’s pucker and it fluttered as Jamie whined.
“… nngh,” came the muffled cry as the tongue burrowed and rolled. He chuckled as Jamie bucked into his mouth and shook. Jamie could not contain himself as the vibrations sent deep coils of fire up his channel to his tortured cock. “I’m… I’m…”
Rhys swiftly slid his head underneath Jamie’s bucking hips, pushing him on his side and swallowing him just as Jamie’s come escaped him in sharp shuddering spurts. He slid an oiled finger into Jamie, still sucking on the spent flesh.
The small man gave a little yelp, his back arching sharply. He twisted crazily at the attention to his now too sensitive cock; but Rhys was underneath him, his finger was in him, confusing him further. His legs bent involuntarily until he was on his knees, shaking like jelly. Rhys tilted him back onto his side, draping a trembling thigh high over his shoulder as he took the pleading man past his threshold and back to full hardness again.
“Rhy…oh God God God…” Jamie whined helplessly as the finger plunged repeatedly, curling around his right spot. Rhys pulled out his finger and slid two more back in. All three are moving faster than ever now, dancing crazily over that sensitive nub of flesh. As he finger fucked him, Rhys pressed his forehead into Jamie’s groin, rolling his head into the softness as he took him so damned deep in his throat and swallowed, maddening as it was. Jamie was a mess.
Rhys moved, slid his fingers out of the arching body and cupped the small buttocks and lifted. He gasped into Jamie’s mouth as his shaft sprang free and ready. He turned Jamie on his back and bent over him, wrapping his large arms round his body.
Inch by inch, he pressed in, filling the small man up.
He pulled Jamie’s hands up so his arms rested on each side of his face, nose to nose with his own hands in Jamie’s hair. “Move with me,” he whispered in between kisses as he began to roll his hips.
Jamie looked confused for a minute, face crumpled with bliss at Rhys’ small but maddening movements. He blushed under Rhys’ intense gaze, shyness creeping in. He looked away.
“Look at me Jamie,” he whispered, hips still winding into Jamie. The small man gasped and shuddered, struggling to keep his eyes on Rhys’. “That’s it. See me, look at me.” His voice was deep, calm and even. “Say my name.” Hypnotic.
“Say it again.” Soft and intoxicatingly hypnotic.
“Oh… ohhh… Rhys.”
“Who’s inside you?” A hand snuck down Jamie’s back and long fingers danced teasingly around his stretched entrance. His reply came out as a hiss but he managed it, body jerking.
“Who’s making love to you?”
“That’s it, this is me making love to you. No one else. That person in that cage does not exist. He will never exist. It is just us Tiny. It will always be just us,” Rhys coaxed, gasping himself as Jamie’s channel tightened around him. “Move with me.”
Jamie began to wind with him, mouth half open in ecstasy as his body seemingly opened up to that cock even more, sending cool waves washing through him. They were kissing even as they move so slowly, Jamie’s head rolling in all directions as Rhys’ hands roam his body. As he kissed and nibbled. His cries build higher and higher with the escalating pleasure.
And then Rhys’ hands slid under his armpits to cup the back of his head. Jamie felt the pressure in his armpits and his eyes widened. He was moved upright in the big man’s arms as Rhys leaned back on his heels.
“God…” he wailed into Rhys’ mouth as the big man began to lift him up that way, using the insides of his forearms to press on his shoulder blades and pull him back down. Jamie stiffened and his neck bulged as he tried to contain the blasts of pleasure that hit him with each gentle deliberate sweep of that cock on his spot.
But Rhys was having none of it. He kept on, sliding Jamie up and down so fucking slow, still winding his hips until the small man was bucking uncontrollably and completely incoherent. Their eyes remained locked, only losing contact when the pleasure was too much. They still inevitably locked back again, feeding off each other’s bliss and fuelling it.
All the while he kept close to Jamie’s ear, letting him hear his own groans of pleasure, letting him know he was with him, in him.
Jamie ground back against him, wanting more of him. He did not increase his thrusts but made sure he bottomed out hard each time, for he realized that this drove Jamie almost as wild as when he hit his spot.
Soon he was moving again, shifting so Jamie was on his back again. The weight of Rhys’ lower torso was on Jamie’s and he pressed them down into the bed as he thrust gently, keeping it deep, hitting Jamie’s spot hard.
Rhys gently pressed their foreheads together, pushing Jamie’s head further down and into the sheets, freeing his hand to go straight to the pulsating cock between them. He gasped as Jamie’s channel immediately clamped and contracted on him as he took hold, both their legs shaking as their pleasure began to climb to new heights. He groaned and stroked faster, loving the feel of the sleek member in his hand and the fiery pulsing around his shaft.
Jamie felt like he was boiling from within as Rhys rode him just a tad faster. It spread through him building in intensity as it went right into his fingers and toes causing them to grip and curl; it exploded in his head so he could only whimper as Rhys’ cock and fingers pumped his orgasm out of him.
As he came his hold on Rhys was like a shuddering vice and the huge man stopped thrusting, bottoming out hard, crushing the small man into the bed as he is milked viciously. They lie there winding and undulating as their orgasms overcome them. They are truly in their own world.
Jamie stayed there all night. No one disturbed them; the guards on the night shift just walked past without a word, despite the obvious sounds emanating from the room.
They made love quietly, endlessly and voraciously, all through the night.
They do not talk. They cannot. There are no words. Not now.
For now all they need is each other.
* * * *
Roger woke to a tapping on the gate of his cell. One of the officers stood there looking in curiously. A new face, that was for sure. He had been here long enough to know or at least recognise every single officer in this place.
The man kept looking around. What the fuck?
He sat up and ran a hand through his mussed up hair. Jamie hadn’t come back last night. He sure hoped he was okay. The poor man had been a mess earlier and wouldn’t say a word to him. Things sure didn’t look good for him at all lately.
“Yeah?” he questioned.
“Is this James Haigh’s cell?” The officer was about his height, maybe shorter but not by much. He was taller than Jamie and handsome in a preppy sort of way. Not a hair out of place. A bit to chiselled for him but hey, who was asking.
“Who wants to know? Has something happened?”
“Don’t be a smart ass, man. Answer the question. Is that his bed?” He looked down at the photos stuck on the wall by the bed underneath and seemed to come to his own conclusion before Roger replied.
The officer straightened up. “So, where is he then? It’s not time for the baths yet so why isn’t he in his bed? He is not down as being anywhere else…”
“I believe I should be the one asking you that. I’m the prisoner here remember?” He tilted his head to one side as the man shrugged thoughtfully. The guy’s accent kind of sounded like Jamie’s? “I’ve never seen you before… you’re new here, aren’t you?”
The officer didn’t respond but he could have sworn he smiled ever so slightly before he walked off.
What was going on in this place? Roger collapsed back into bed in bemusement and tried to catch a bit more sleep before it was time to do the same day all over again.
* * * *
The officer walked back to the Wing office, quietly going over the lists on the boards all around. Nothing. Next he checked the books. There was nothing there either. He looked around, wondering who to broach the subject with and how.
He had worked in prisons most of his life and he knew how gossip spread round from a single enquiry whether unfounded or not. If there was no notification listed then something wasn’t right. He just wondered if that was by Jamie’s choice or someone in the prison.
He would have to play his cards carefully if he wanted to make subtle enquiries without drawing attention to Jamie. Barry Thomas, the senior officer for this wing walked into the office. He greeted him politely before he settled at his desk and flicked on his computer. Everyone knew he was new here. They also knew he was the senior officer in the Offender Management Unit. Which meant he would be very interested in the welfare of the offenders. So long as he did it right, his questions should not cause raised eyebrows.
“I just had a walk round the wing. So the offenders share rooms around here do they?”
“Yeah they do. There’s two in every room on this wing now.”
“They didn’t at my last prison. It was one per room, for obvious reasons. I thought this place was the same.”
“It used to be that way here until a couple of years ago. But now, too many offenders need placing they said. So they had to reassign the rooms to two each. It’s worked well so far to be honest. So long as we keep an eye on who we match who with, you know, the usual. I’d say we definitely need a good more prisons built.”
“Mmh, but a few rooms I walked by had just one person in bed.”
“Oh those.” Barry said without batting an eye. He picked up some sheets of paper that appeared to have been stapled together and went over it, scanning the pages with a finger.
“Gavin Patten from cell 9 was transferred to HMP Feather yesterday… uhm, Jamie Haigh from cell 16 I believe was moved to D wing temporarily and Simon Carter from cell 22 as well as Nicholas Umbry from cell 29 were taken out to the clinic after a nasty fight they and some gang boys got into yesterday.”
“Oh thanks.” Wow, that had worked like a treat.
Now to find Jamie in D wing Barry had said. But he hadn’t said why. He guessed it was better not to press too much for a reason. Jamie could always fill him in on that when he finally found him. Trust the little man to get lost in a prison.
* * * *
Jamie woke up to lips slowly trailing the curve of his naked back. The sun trickled in through the bars of the small window, a luxury he didn’t have in his own cell for their window faced the wall of the prison kitchen.
The lips got to his bottom and began to kiss the cheeks too. He could feel his cock stirring. Oh God. He was sore as hell from last night; they must have made love a million times. But he knew if Rhys kept on with those kisses he was going to want him inside him again. And that would be a bitch afterwards.
He stretched out as lazily as he could. Rhys stopped with the kisses just as he had hoped and stretched out behind him, that glorious hardness sliding against his thigh as he kissed Jamie’s neck. Jamie shuddered. Maybe this was not a good idea after all either. He should have just kept pretending to sleep.
“Hey…” Rhys whispered against his ear. Jamie smiled, feeling so much joy at the softness in his voice. God… this man did such things to him.
“Yeah. Did you?” he whispered, enjoying Rhys’ nuzzling in his shoulder. It crossed his mind that they should not be in the cell at this time but he was not going to say anything especially as he was not even meant to be in Rhys’ cell in the first place. He would wait until Rhys told him what it all was about.
“Yeah, as much as can be expected in the circumstances won’t you say… long night and all,” he teased. Jamie giggled, feeling like a girl and for the first time not caring.
“I’m sorry,” Rhys muttered soberly. “I’m really sorry.”
Jamie shifted until he faced him. “It’s alright Rhys, I know you are.”
“I should never have hurt you like that,” he went on, sincere and regretful. “I should’ve thought of something else… I.”
“Rhys… it’s okay. That was the only option at that point; I knew that. It was just… I didn’t think it would scare me so much when it was you doing it. It’s all kind of messed with my head a little. I guess you’re a really good actor.” The small man said softly, “But I’m okay now. I am.”
“I still wish…” A slim finger touched Rhys’ lips, silencing him.
“Can I...? I need to take care of you today,” Rhys shook his head at Jamie’s raised eyebrow,
“No, not like last night. My way.”
Jamie kept back his curiosity and simply nodded. “Okay. Your way then.”
“First, let me tell you what happened with the warden yesterday…”
Jamie grumbled and turned away obviously still averse to recounting that event any further.
“Wait a minute.” Rhys coaxed, pulling him back. “It’s good news. Honest.”
“Yeah. It’s very good news in fact. A member of parliament came to visit and saw us on the camera in the warden’s office.”
Jamie froze, looking horrified. Rhys squeezed him. “No silly, relax. Just listen yeah?”
“Now, the warden knew she would want to see us after that, so we got into an agreement. No more of this crap. No more acting, no more bullshit from Ace. It’s all over. No one can touch us now.”
“Seriously?” Rhys nodded, smiling sadly as he watched tears prick at the sides of Jamie’s eyes. “No more Ace. He won’t bother me anymore?”
“No more.” Not with the warden’s consent anyway. But he wasn’t about to say that. Jamie needed this triumph, however small. He, for one, knew Ace wouldn’t back off. But at least they had the warden on their side now.
“Oh Rhys.” Was all Jamie could manage before he was pulled into a tight hug. Rhys stroked his back gently as the little man cried in relief. It was like a might weight had been lifted off his back and he was floating.
When he had calmed down completely, Rhys pulled away and kissed him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Perfect. Now I’m perfect.” Jamie managed a weak smile. His lips trembled. “Oh Rhys.”
They hugged again for a minute before Rhys gently pushed him onto his belly and straightened his legs. He dug for the little tube of oil under the pillow and poured the last of it into his palm.
Jamie closed his eyes as Rhys’s large hands spread over his back, thighs straddling him. His cock jerked. Oh no you don’t, he thought with a chuckle.
“What?” Rhys asked as he began to move his fingers.
“Just my… oh, never mind.” He buried his face in the pillow even though Rhys could not exactly see his blush. The big man laughed softly, guessing what it was especially at the blush creeping over Jamie’s neck.
Rhys went to work on Jamie; all gentle leans and stretches, keeping deep focus on the zones that he had hurt the most.
With his thumbs, Rhys applied pressure along Jamie’s spine, warming up his back. He kneaded slowly up around Jamie’s neck and spread out over his shoulders. He rotated Jamie’s arms with one hand, the fingertips of the other rubbing in a circular rhythm. Jamie just lay there, sighing and grunting every now and then.
After about an age focusing on the shoulders and neck, Rhys’ palms glided down Jamie’s back until they reached his pelvis. Putting more pressure now, he raked his fingers gently over the lightly bruised flesh of Jamie’s inner thighs where the strap had pulled on.
Jamie jerked a bit and Rhys held off, using his palms instead. He pressed down; letting his hands shake a little so the vibration penetrated the sore flesh.
Jamie hummed in appreciative relief and Rhys smiled, not stopping.
By the time Rhys was done, Jamie felt like he was a puddle.
Jamie marvelled at how much better he felt after that. “I swear, those fingers of yours are a law onto themselves.” He murmured lazily, eyes hooded in relaxation. Rhys chuckled at his words. He was just like Rhys wanted him, relaxed. No pain, no fear or terror. He was working towards happy but that, he knew would take some doing, and some time. But he was so very patient.
For Jamie. He would be anything.
“Can I clean you?”
“Clean me? Like give me a bath?” Jamie giggled softly, thinking Rhys was having a laugh.
“No. I want to clean you inside.”
“Oh…” Gulp. That again. “Isn’t that a bit of a personal thing… private and all,” Jamie stammered. He had been cleaning himself literally every day since Rhys had given him the package whilst refusing to accept the fact that he must be subconsciously doing it for the big man. No way he could accept that. Like he was keeping himself ready for Rhys at all times. That could not be what he had been doing surely?
Rhys chuckled and turned Jamie to face him, the small man’s face all bright red. He smiled tenderly at him.
“Well considering that I’ve been in that little private place in every possible way I doubt it’s that private anymore…in fact I think it’s even more personal to me than you…”
Jamie’s face burned even hotter. “I guess…” He gave up, more embarrassed than reluctant anyway. “You will do it anyway so –”
“No Tiny, don’t say that. I will not ‘do it anyway’. I am asking if I can and I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” He clarified carefully. “It’s a request, not an order…”
“Okay, okay. I’m fine with it. I want you to, alright.”
A big beaming smile covered Rhys’ face and Jamie’s throat caught as he saw this. God he was falling so hard for this huge man. It felt so good to be around him like this. This was such a mess.
Jamie laughed at Rhys’ obvious excitement. “Have you been looking forward to this?”
Rhys sat down sideways and went to work, bringing a large basin he had filled with warm water from the tap and placing it right at Jamie’s feet. He put down a cleaning kit that looked completely different from what he had given him before and number of stuff that Jamie couldn’t see. He trusted Rhys so he was not worried in the least. It was obvious he had been preparing for it while Jamie was asleep. The thought of that tickled Jamie intensely. He felt so loved, so content in this moment.
Rhys took hold of Jamie’s legs and pulled him towards him onto his lap until Jamie’s bottom was between his thighs, which were low slung over the basin somewhat. Jamie smiled to himself; he wondered why Rhys didn’t just ask him to move closer. He didn’t know why, but he found he loved the almost complete control Rhys exerted over him. What frightened him most was that he had this feeling deep inside that he could give himself to Rhys a million times over and it would never be enough. It was like this man wanted his very soul and would take nothing less.
His legs were bent upward so his knees were over his chest with his left foot resting cosily against Rhys’ neck. Pillows were tucked underneath his back to make sure he was comfortable and he tried not to giggle at Rhys’ serious fussing.
He cringed a little as he felt himself start to harden when Rhys pushed his cheeks apart gently. So not the right time.
He couldn’t seem to think distracting thoughts.
There was no point anyway, for by the time Rhys started actually cleaning him inside he got even harder. The nozzle felt so strange going in, but he guessed it was probably because it was Rhys doing it that was getting him excited.
“Rhys! W-what…?” Jamie couldn’t help his cry when the warm liquid slowly whooshed into his body, shocking his system as it kept pumping in and making him twist onto his side, gripping the sheets for dear life. Rhys began to rub his back gently, making soothing sounds.
“It’s alright Tiny, it’s only warm water,” He coaxed. “It’ll come right back out in a minute. Try and relax and hold it in.”
“But… but it’s going –Rhys!” Jamie’s voice was punctuated with a strangled groan. Rhys spooned him now, reaching over to rub his strangely distended belly gently. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing because the massaging made the cramps dwindle away and Jamie now relaxed though his whole body continued to tingle.
He could not believe Rhys was actually cleaning him down there.
He remained quiet for a while, eyes closed as he enjoyed the massage. If this embarrassment did not kill him, nothing ever would. He couldn’t even bring himself to speak when Rhys carried him over to the toilet, instructing him to let the water out. It was a strangely erotic experience, doing this with Rhys kneeling before him even though he hid his burning face in Rhys’ neck.
They moved back to the bed and Rhys started to chat as he busied himself with another round of water. It was as if he was simply cooking or something and not digging into Jamie’s ass to clean out whatever was in there. He started telling him more of what that happened after they parted in the day before. The talking actually helped to relieve Jamie’s embarrassment and soon they are chatting about it without a thought to what Rhys was doing to him.
By the third round on the toilet, Jamie questioned why they had to do it so many times. Rhys explained in such detail that he wished he had never asked in the first place. The third round was the last apparently because the water looked as clear as it had going in. Now Rhys just laid the relieved man on the bed and massaged his belly a bit more to ensure no more cramps came.
“Rhys?” Jamie murmured lazily, loving the hands relaxing his body.
“Have you…c…cleaned yourself before?”
“Of course I have. I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t done to myself Jamie.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve fucked yourself then?” It was not exactly a question.
Rhys laughed, a light blush tingeing his cheeks. Jamie felt good that he had brought that on.
“No I haven’t. But you can…”
“What???” Jamie squeaked, not liking the direction the conversation had gone suddenly taken. He had no such inclination.
“You heard me. Yeah, I haven’t been fucked before. And I’ve only ever been with one man and that’s you. You.” Rhys didn’t stop what he was doing. “But we can change that. Do you want to fuck me then?”
“I don’t think so.” No hesitation there.
“Just… don’t” This time his gasp was even louder. He couldn’t believe Rhys was suggesting that. Rhys just chuckled to himself. Jamie didn’t even want to think about it.
“It’s not a big deal Jamie. I can take it.”
“Don’t…”Jamie groaned in embarrassment, turning away to bury his face in the nearest pillow. The huge man leaned back to hug him from behind, breathing deeply into his neck.
“Okay. Fine. In your own time, we’ll talk about it. Okay?”
He nipped at the slender neck, grinning at the shiver it instigated. “Jamie…”
He got a grunt in reply but the shy man remained in the pillow. Rhys leaned against him for a while and then resumed massaging Jamie.
It seemed like Rhys stopped and hesitated a bit for some reason, fingers running through the soft hair on Jamie’s groin. “Can I shave this?”
“Wha…why?” Jamie gasped and finally peeked out of the pillow, the fingers felt so good. Rhys needed to stop that right now. He didn’t wait for a reply. “Fine. Fine.”
“Thanks,” Rhys said brightly and in a second Jamie felt the coldness of shaving cream hit his skin. He gasped and jumped; more in shock that Rhys was already prepared than at the coldness of the cream. “Hey relax, it’s just shaving cream.”
“Are you taking everything off? I thought you were going to use a razor or something. Rhys, it’s gonna make me look like a girl…”
“No it isn’t…” Rhys coaxed, not stopping. He painstakingly spread the cream all over Jamie’s groin and practically halfway up his half hard cock.
“Jesus!” More gasps escaped him as the coldness reached his pucker and round his bottom.
It wasn’t like there was any hair there!
Rhys laughed to himself, thoroughly enjoying Jamie’s discomfort. By the time he was done and had washed Jamie up, there was no hair at all on Jamie’s groin or his bottom and he looked good enough to eat. Perfect.
He pushed Jamie back fully onto the bed as he dried him with a large towel. When the towel was pulled away, Jamie stared down at himself in dismay, not sure what to think of how bare he looked down there.
“Now I look like a girl,” He muttered unhappily. “I hope you’re happy.”
“I doubt that.” Rhys pulled off his boxers, exposing a very hard erection with no self-consciousness whatsoever and no hair in sight. “Do I look like a girl?”
Jamie gulped; he just realized he had never looked Rhys’ dick in the eye before. It was both a frightening and intoxicating sight. It was more long than slim and slightly darker than the rest of him, except for the bulbous head looked which like a massive lollipop. He wanted to lick it.
He actually wanted to lick it, God help him.
It was pretty long already and even then didn’t seem completely hard yet. That had been inside him. All of that. Oh God. He wanted it right now. He was most certainly no girl. He was all man and his dick actually looked delicious all bare and exposed like that. Now he understood what Rhys meant.
Rhys laughed at Jamie’s expression, a mixture of rapidly building lust and happy realisation. He had initially started shaving all the hair off his groin area when he played basketball in school and always felt itchy and uncomfortable down there after a game. He had shaved it all off one hot day and never looked back since. It made him feel clean and fresh.
And now, it made him feel sexy, for Jamie.
He walked to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out another tiny disposable bottle of body oil. Jamie watched him intently as he crawled back into the bed and settled between Jamie’s out flung thighs and making the small man flush with embarrassment.
“Let’s see how you like your new state of hairlessness… shall we?” Rhys whispered as he dribbled oil onto his palms and rubbed them together. Jamie couldn’t speak; shivers were already coursing through his body in anticipation.
When did he become so wanton?
The palms came down, eliminating the thought as fingers began treading gently over his groin and circling his cock without touching it.
They dug into his flesh as they massaged, teasing the base of his cock as they went. He was beginning to tremble. The teasing was making his cock jerk as jolts of pleasure zitted through his entire body.
They slid further down, between his balls and over that delicious pink opening, still avoiding direct contact with the sensitive spot and frustrating the hell out of Jamie when he moved back up and repeated the action all over again.
There was no indication that the huge man heard him even though he obviously did. Instead the long nimble fingers slid up his belly, teasingly massaging down into his navel and sliding over his abs and circling his nipples for bit before slithering back down again.
Jamie’s body was on fire, goose bumps covered his entire frame and he soon was arching into Rhys’ hands as they painstakingly covered his shuddering body again and again.
Breathless gasps escaped him with each shudder.
All of a sudden a slickened finger breached him fully. His cry was ragged as his bottom jolted off the bed in shock. Rhys was quick to grab Jamie and hold him against him. He kept his finger curled as he pressed his face into Jamie’s tightened belly, breathing in the smell of the small man and letting his chin tease the now moist cock head underneath him.
He grazed his teeth over Jamie’s belly as he doubled his fingers, feeling the flesh start to convulse as he pushed in and withdrew. Moans and whimpers filled his ears and he lifted his head to feast on the sight.
Jamie’s eyes were glazed and he was undulating like crazy, lost in sensations. Rhys withdrew his fingers and continued to tease him with that torturous massage all over again, ignoring the pleas from that whimpering mouth. Jamie’s cock was engorged and throbbing now, straining flat against his belly, each jerk exploding straight into his head and driving him crazier.
He leaned lazily over the small man, their cocks just inches apart. “Yes?”
Jamie could feel the nearness even without looking. It was like electricity was crackling between them, connecting their bodies and drawing. He hitched his hips up hungrily and they both gasped as their cocks brushed.
The amusement left Rhys and he was panting as Jamie’s hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his head down so their noses touched. They stared at each other, breaths mingling fiercely as each could see the wild hunger and need in their eyes.
“Inside…me.” Jamie gasped breathlessly with eyes half lidded and wild with need.
“No.” Rhys gasped back, his expression parallel to his words.
“What?” Jamie pulled Rhys head down harder. Rhys immediately grabbed at Jamie’s hand and tore it off his head, grabbing hold of his other hand as well and dragging them over the small man’s head on the bed. This imprisonment excited Jamie even more. He continued to undulate, picking up the pace somewhat. Their cocks ground harder together.
Jamie was confused; he had no idea what to say now and spluttered. “What?”
“You’re not ready… it’ll hurt. Last night was heavy, too heavy. You need to recover.”
“I don’t care…”
“Well, I do. Ah… I won’t hurt you, Jamie.” Rhys voice shook with effort. He couldn’t believe how difficult this was. His cock seemed to be hardening with every whine from Jamie’s mouth that it was beginning to feel like a rock. A burning hungry rock.
“Don’t make me beg… that would hurt me more.”
“I just cleaned you…”
“You can clean me again afterwards. I’m not complaining. And you like cleaning me so look at it as your chance to do it again.”
Rhys laughed with a wince as Jamie wrapped his legs enticingly round his waist. “You’re… not meant to… to… do it too ah often…” The small man held tight and wound his hips up into Rhys’. Fuck. Looked like Tiny knew exactly how to tempt him. “Jamie…”
“Just do it Rhy, please.” He whined quietly, doe eyes trained on Rhys’ face. “I want it like last night… the way you did me… slow and perfect… like that… I want it like that.”
Rhys stared at him for what seemed like an age; feeling so much love, longing, that painfully passionate longing burning through so fiercely that Jamie felt a small shiver creep up his spine. Holding his wrists in one hand, Rhys gripped the back of Jamie’s head and smashed their lips together in a hard fiery kiss. He was feeling so much, all his emotions seemed to be seeping from every pore, overwhelming him and pouring out in his kiss.
Gasping for breath, they were forced to separate. Their eyes held with intensity in dawning realization of what they were feeling and seeing it in each other’s eyes.
Jamie’s eyes were wide as he stared back, fear intermingling with the fevered emotion. Rhys could see the fear growing and he knew Jamie would soon be consumed with it. No fucking way. So he did the only thing he could to keep it at bay.
He gave in, beginning to kiss the small man imprisoned under him. The oil on Jamie’s flesh made their bodies slide so smoothly together.
Rhys lifted his head to watch Jamie, wanting to see his reaction to his entry. He didn’t want to hurt him so he watched with as much concentration as he could manage. Jamie’s hiss of pleasure and victory as he entered him threw him off completely. God help him, he had to keep really still for a while to hold off the release.
Jamie watched him through glazed eyes, questioning the wait. Rhys loved the scrunch that took over his small face as he drove the rest of him in, the oil making the entry so gloriously sleek.
“Awww fuck… Rhy yes…” Back arching, small legs moved higher up Rhys’ back, rubbing the firm skin. The huge man groaned in pleasure and nipped at Jamie’s quivering lips as the move gave him more of that tight pulsing depth. Jamie’s whole body began to quake as his orgasm suddenly came upon him, his words dissolving into wails as he bursted forth.
“Jesus.” Rhys whispered in wonder and crushed that small mouth with his, grinding hard into Jamie’s tightness with eyes fluttering in pleasure.
The small man felt like he was going mad, his erection had not abated at all despite his explosion, his entire body tingled with the continued washes of orgasmic shocks. He struggled against Rhys trying to get him to move but the huge man wouldn’t budge. Instead he did the next most wondrous thing and Jamie lost it just the same.
He grabbed Jamie’s small legs one by one and draped them over his shoulders then let all his weight down on him, going deeper yet, marvelling at his baby’s flexibility, dragging hitched screams out of the small man as he curved him practically into two and began to grind into him slowly. Not that he could go any deeper but he damn well tried.
Jamie ached torturously, the fire boiling and curling through his blood as Rhys’ cock crushed against his right spot with every grind. It just kept escalating until Jamie began to thrash wildly.
“Rhy…Rhy.” Jamie could only whine helplessly as his body was engulfed in this new maddeningly mind blowing experience. He could feel every inch of Rhys that filled him as it imprinted itself like a brand in his channel, moulding his insides to fit the length and breadth of that cock exactly. He could feel it pulsing to the rhythm of Rhys’ heartbeat, making him throb from the inside out. God it was so good it was unreal.
His hands are released from the hold above his head and fastened tight around Rhys’ neck as his mouth was taken in deep searching kisses that swallowed his cries. The grinding built up steadily until Jamie was bucking against Rhys, his hips undulating like crazy in unison with Rhys’ as he strained for more of his kisses.
It was like they were one person now, completely joined, moving so fluidly and profoundly together. The grinding kept their joining so deep and raw it was almost spiritual. Rhys felt like he wanted to possess this small man completely, never to leave his flesh. He felt his baby begin to tense and convulse again and pressed even harder, wrapping his own arms fiercely round Jamie as he built it up.
Jamie jerked as he came again, screaming into Rhys’ mouth as the big cock bore down relentlessly on his prostrate, warm creamy come splashing on both their chests, his head lolling wildly with the unabating pleasure. Small hands tore at the broad chiselled back that was winding all the madness into him, unable to make much of a mark as he was too overcome. His body was a mass of nerves, shuddering helplessly in mindless abandon and sending vibrations to Rhys’s determined cock and completely undoing all its resolve.
Rhys began to thrust involuntarily, unable to hold back anymore.
“Yes…yes…awww fuckkkkk.” Jamie cried against Rhys’ mouth as he felt himself explode and melt yet again and again until he feared that he was going to die from too much pleasure. He lost himself by the third thrust and his eyes rolled out of sight as more come escaped him with heated force.
“Fucking hell…” Rhys choked out, fighting to control himself as electric fire burned through his head. He only managed to keep from thrusting fully, just keeping it at about an inch out and then back in. Fuck, his Jamie was so tight and gasping around him. And he was getting tighter, gripping him erratically as he climaxed for the third time; endless hot spasmic warmth hitting his neck.
He was going to come… oh hell yes.
The heat of Rhys’ release tore out of him in fiery spurts seemingly all the more intense from the torture of holding back and he was whimpering for Jamie, his explosion and the sounds of ecstasy making the small man feel bursts of fiery pleasure spread through him all over again. Rhys continued to groan and whimper as his cock kept spasming within Jamie despite not emitting any longer; his orgasm was the longest he had ever experienced in his life. Ever. This small man was his undoing.
Their faces pressed together, both overwhelmed and drinking each other in.
So much joy.
Jamie kissed Rhys’ lips softly as emotions overwhelmed him. “Oh Rhy… I lo…I – “ his eyes flew wide and he choked on his words, closing them tight. Instead he crushed his lips harder, thanking God that Rhys was still slightly out of it so did not register what he had been about to say.
But Rhys did. He said nothing though. It was obvious Jamie was not ready for this.
He let go of Jamie’s hands and wrapped his arms round the small man, reversing their positions as they came down from their high.
They spent the whole day in; food was even brought to them – the warden’s thank you apparently.
It was a surprisingly hearty meal even though the mash was a tad runny and the lamb steak tasteless without lashings of black pepper and salt, which Rhys thankfully had stashed somewhere. Maybe it was because they were together, alone, with no interruptions. It was, to say the least, a delicious experience and would have been more so (if that was possible) if Jamie had not been in internal torment while Rhys fed him bits of his steak and licked the
mostly non-existent dribbling gravy from his lips.
But Jamie however became eerily quiet after they were done and told Rhys he was fine despite it. No one came to take him back to his cell and Rhys secretly hoped he would be happy to stay and share it with him from now on. He didn’t ask though, he didn’t want to frighten Jamie more. He just hoped.
By evening Jamie asked to go back. Rhys did not push it, he knew why already so there was no need to ask.
But it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
* * * *
Jamie could not meet Rhys’ gaze as he stepped out of his cell and the officer closed the cell gate and locked it. He couldn’t help the ache inside but his fear was too palpable. What did he think he had been about to say then? What the fuck was he thinking?
He bit his lip and stepped backwards, fighting the longing to go back into the cell, into Rhys’ arms. He felt so guilty yet…
“Jamie?” The small man stiffened and then whirled round at the familiar drawl. It couldn’t be.
Rhys frowned at the look of shock and if he was honest to himself, a bit of delight building on Jamie’s face as he turned and stared. He moved to the cell gate curiously when he saw the officer nod respectfully at whoever it was that had called Jamie’s name.
He stared at the strange officer approaching, horrified at the searing jealousy that tore through him. The damned man looked even more delighted to see Jamie, big smile plastered on his face.
Rhys felt sick.
Jamie’s eyes bulged, then he blinked profusely, still in disbelief at whom he was seeing. His smile grew steadily wider although the incredulous look remained.
TO BE CONTINUED...