Something in the Air - a Double Drabble, Sean Murphy, NC17
Title: Something in the Air - a double drabble
Characters: Sean Murphy (with a side order of Beecher/Keller & Ryan O'Reily)
Rating: NC17
Synopsis: Sean bangs on the Plexiglas, the sharp tap of his night stick jolting Beecher and Keller apart like a live wire.
Prompt: #168: The Hacks
Spoilers: The End of Season Three (A Lockdown Fic)
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Notes: Written for the Eight Hard Years Challenge on Hardtime100, April 22, 2011. Dedicated to Natlet. I haven't forgotten your Sean story...maybe this will tide you over until I can manage something longer...
Something in the Air (Lockdown)
Sean bangs on the Plexiglas, the sharp tap of his night stick jolting Beecher and Keller apart like a live wire. Beecher heads to his bunk, flushing, embarrassed to get caught making-out even after all this time in the glass cages of Em City. Keller smirks at Sean, adjusting his cock blatantly, not in the least ashamed of the hard-on that’s threatening to poke a hole through his pants.
Sean resists the temptation to adjust his own half-hard cock and turns away, shaking his head. There must be something in the air; all day long he’s run up against nothing but horny inmates, trying to get off in broad daylight, not even thinking of waiting until lights out.
Sighing, he pauses at the O’Reily pod. Cyril’s asleep on the lower bunk, but on the other one his big brother is flipping the pages of a skin mag, one hand hidden behind the open zipper of his pants. At Sean’s tap, O’Reily pulls his hand free, waving his sticky fingers cheerfully in Sean’s direction.
He’s had enough. Sean turns his back and walks away, his cock throbbing. Maybe Tim’s got a few minutes to spare…this isn’t going to take long.
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