NEW FIC: Married 1/4
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Title: Married
Author: Jean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I stole the boys when Tom wasn't looking and made them do naughty things. Shh!
Summary: Conjugals are reintroduced to Oz and Chris gets a bright idea.
Notes: This is an AU fic, another of my 'canon-twist' things, only in this case the twist happens off-screen and is just mentioned briefly in the background narrative. See if you can spot it.
Thank-yous, love and hugs to Rifka, who makes all this a lot more fun.
~~**~~
Toby and Chris had been together for eight years when one morning Warden Murphy announced that conjugal visits were about to be reinstated in Oz.
Those eight years had been turbulent, even by prison standards. Emerald City had changed hands several times, from McManus to Murphy to Querns and then back to McManus again. After McManus’s return, Murphy had been given Unit J to manage, and he had still been in the job when the murder of Leo Glynn brought Querns back - as warden. When Querns eventually lost the job, a result of criminal charges brought against him after his past life as a drug trafficker was uncovered, Murphy had already notched up four years as a supervisor. By this time his common sense and integrity had earned him universal respect amongst his peers and subordinates on the prison staff, making him an obvious choice for the top job when it became available. His experience as a CO had taught him the necessity of giving the inmates some latitude when it could be done legitimately. That was why, before he had occupied the warden’s office for four months, he held an assembly in the prison cafeteria, where he announced the good news to a jubilant audience.
Toby and Chris were the only two inmates (apart from the gays) who heard the news in stoic silence. Chris really didn’t give a fuck - he had all the intimacy and love and great sex he needed with Toby. But he knew his lover well enough to realise his silence had nothing to do with indifference.
Keller watched Toby closely over the next few days. Beecher went about his daily business as he always did, to all outward appearances as resigned to prison life as he’d become six years ago, when a murder conviction erased any chance he’d had of release. He hadn’t intended to kill Schillinger - after his first attempt at parole failed, Vern and James Robson attacked him in the library, forcing him to defend himself. Saïd had witnessed the incident and testified in court that Schillinger and Robson were trying to rape Beecher. Saïd’s testimony, plus the testimony of staff who had first-hand knowledge of Beecher’s relationship with Vern over the years, had saved Toby from Death Row. He remained in Em City, sharing a pod with Chris. That was the upside. The downside was that he lost all chance he’d had of rebuilding a life with his children.
~~**~~
For days after Murphy’s announcement, a rare sense of elation filled Oz. The only topic of conversation was conjugal visits. Men discussed their wives as excitedly as teenage virgins anticipating their first fuck. Unmarried inmates were full of wedding plans - for, as well as reinstating conjugals, Murphy had considerably slackened the formalities that had to be met before a marriage could take place. Rapists and murderers turned with renewed enthusiasm to letters written by a certain small percentage of the female population - a percentage who had a strange, sexually-charged fascination with rapists and murderers. The influx of girlie magazines into the prison increased, a symptom of heightened carnality. On the other hand, the number of rapes decreased as prisoners realized how easily their new privileges could be taken away. But couples within the prison, pairs of straight men who’d found themselves unable to make it without some kind of sex, turned to each other more eagerly than ever before, horny with anticipation. The entire prison was that turned on.
And in the middle of all this, with the rich, testosterone-laden stew that made up the air of Oswald swirling around him thicker than ever, Tobias Beecher went about his usual daily routine with hardly a comment on the other inmate’s good fortune. Chris was the only one who noticed a difference in his behavior. During sex Toby felt a greater need to be “the man”; more often he wanted to be on top, or wanted Chris to be the one on his knees. Chris didn’t mind - not with Toby. He was willing to have the other man any way, so long as he had him. But he worried because Toby’s increased machismo, coupled with his silence on the topic that had the whole prison talking, added up to an issue that could become a serious problem if allowed to lie fallow. Chris decided to act.
He made his play about a week after Murphy’s announcement. One night as they lay together in Chris’s bunk, drowsy after sex, Chris spooning Toby, Keller nudged his lover and said, “Hey, Toby - you ever think about getting married?”
Toby opened his eyes, startled. Chris’s question was so unexpected he didn’t even connect it with the issue he had been internally brooding over all week. “Wouldn’t that be redundant?” he said.
Chris laughed. “Nah, I mean to women. Like some of the guys in here are doing so they can have conjugals. You wanna do it?”
Toby turned and stared at him, speechless. He had promised himself he would never raise this subject with Chris, feeling sure it would lead to nothing but an ugly and dangerous confrontation. He tried to figure out why Chris would raise it, not realizing Chris might be making a serious offer.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“A lot of reasons. For one thing, a guy ain’t gonna have no jizz in here if he ain’t at least trying to get hitched. That means people trying harder to fuck us up.”
“So you want to do it for strategic reasons?”
“Yeah, among other reasons.”
“Like what?”
“It’d be nice if I could marry a woman and make it last, and I figure I got the best chance of that if she only sees me four times a year. Anyway, I know you’d like your kids to have a mother. Maybe some nice, educated, well-bred lady your family approves of, maybe someone who’d wanna have kids of her own someday…”
The implication sunk in. Kids. The children he had. The children he *could* have…
Still, knowing Keller’s possessiveness, Toby found it impossible to believe the other man could really be as blasé about it as he sounded. “And you’d be OK with this?”
Chris put on the face he used when he wanted Toby to take him seriously. “You ain’t going anywhere,” he pointed out, “not for another thirty-four to life. I don’t have to worry about you running off and forgetting about me. And I know I can trust you to stick to the rules.”
Toby’s eyes narrowed. “Rules?”
“Two rules. First one - they know about you and me. And I don’t just mean the fucking, I mean how we feel about each other. That we love each other. I don’t treat that like some dirty secret, and you don’t get to either.”
“As if I would anyway.” Toby sounded hurt, which meant he at least believed what he said to be true, so Chris let it slide. “What’s the other rule?” Toby asked.
Chris decided on a practical demonstration. He pushed Toby onto his back, parted Toby’s thighs and lifted Toby’s legs over his shoulders. He wiped spit on the head of his dick and pushed it inside the other man, Toby’s gasp turning into a moan as Chris buried himself in one smooth, slow stroke. Thrusting in and out at a carefully measured pace, Chris said, “This is the second rule. No one else touches either of us like this. We don’t touch anyone else like this. Not with a dick, not with a finger, not with a tongue, not with a fucking benwa ball. This is something we only share with each other. You got that?”
Toby swallowed and nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. Then he smiled as if Chris had said something funny.
“What?” Chris asked, pausing in his thrusts.
“Just trying to remember,” Toby said, grinning. “How does sex work again if someone doesn’t have something up their ass?”
Chris growled and thrust hard and fast, cutting off Toby’s laugh.
Later, as they washed up, Toby said, “I’ll have to think about it.”
“So think. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
“It just feels weird. You suggesting it like that.”
Chris shrugged. Tossing aside his towel, he grabbed Toby’s neck and pulled him into a goodnight kiss to prevent any further discussion. He knew exactly how this would play out and was unconcerned. He had set this into motion himself, which meant he called the tune - it was no threat to what he had with Toby. All he had to do now was wait for Toby to process it. The next step would be easy.
Title: Married
Author: Jean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I stole the boys when Tom wasn't looking and made them do naughty things. Shh!
Summary: Conjugals are reintroduced to Oz and Chris gets a bright idea.
Notes: This is an AU fic, another of my 'canon-twist' things, only in this case the twist happens off-screen and is just mentioned briefly in the background narrative. See if you can spot it.
Thank-yous, love and hugs to Rifka, who makes all this a lot more fun.
~~**~~
Toby and Chris had been together for eight years when one morning Warden Murphy announced that conjugal visits were about to be reinstated in Oz.
Those eight years had been turbulent, even by prison standards. Emerald City had changed hands several times, from McManus to Murphy to Querns and then back to McManus again. After McManus’s return, Murphy had been given Unit J to manage, and he had still been in the job when the murder of Leo Glynn brought Querns back - as warden. When Querns eventually lost the job, a result of criminal charges brought against him after his past life as a drug trafficker was uncovered, Murphy had already notched up four years as a supervisor. By this time his common sense and integrity had earned him universal respect amongst his peers and subordinates on the prison staff, making him an obvious choice for the top job when it became available. His experience as a CO had taught him the necessity of giving the inmates some latitude when it could be done legitimately. That was why, before he had occupied the warden’s office for four months, he held an assembly in the prison cafeteria, where he announced the good news to a jubilant audience.
Toby and Chris were the only two inmates (apart from the gays) who heard the news in stoic silence. Chris really didn’t give a fuck - he had all the intimacy and love and great sex he needed with Toby. But he knew his lover well enough to realise his silence had nothing to do with indifference.
Keller watched Toby closely over the next few days. Beecher went about his daily business as he always did, to all outward appearances as resigned to prison life as he’d become six years ago, when a murder conviction erased any chance he’d had of release. He hadn’t intended to kill Schillinger - after his first attempt at parole failed, Vern and James Robson attacked him in the library, forcing him to defend himself. Saïd had witnessed the incident and testified in court that Schillinger and Robson were trying to rape Beecher. Saïd’s testimony, plus the testimony of staff who had first-hand knowledge of Beecher’s relationship with Vern over the years, had saved Toby from Death Row. He remained in Em City, sharing a pod with Chris. That was the upside. The downside was that he lost all chance he’d had of rebuilding a life with his children.
~~**~~
For days after Murphy’s announcement, a rare sense of elation filled Oz. The only topic of conversation was conjugal visits. Men discussed their wives as excitedly as teenage virgins anticipating their first fuck. Unmarried inmates were full of wedding plans - for, as well as reinstating conjugals, Murphy had considerably slackened the formalities that had to be met before a marriage could take place. Rapists and murderers turned with renewed enthusiasm to letters written by a certain small percentage of the female population - a percentage who had a strange, sexually-charged fascination with rapists and murderers. The influx of girlie magazines into the prison increased, a symptom of heightened carnality. On the other hand, the number of rapes decreased as prisoners realized how easily their new privileges could be taken away. But couples within the prison, pairs of straight men who’d found themselves unable to make it without some kind of sex, turned to each other more eagerly than ever before, horny with anticipation. The entire prison was that turned on.
And in the middle of all this, with the rich, testosterone-laden stew that made up the air of Oswald swirling around him thicker than ever, Tobias Beecher went about his usual daily routine with hardly a comment on the other inmate’s good fortune. Chris was the only one who noticed a difference in his behavior. During sex Toby felt a greater need to be “the man”; more often he wanted to be on top, or wanted Chris to be the one on his knees. Chris didn’t mind - not with Toby. He was willing to have the other man any way, so long as he had him. But he worried because Toby’s increased machismo, coupled with his silence on the topic that had the whole prison talking, added up to an issue that could become a serious problem if allowed to lie fallow. Chris decided to act.
He made his play about a week after Murphy’s announcement. One night as they lay together in Chris’s bunk, drowsy after sex, Chris spooning Toby, Keller nudged his lover and said, “Hey, Toby - you ever think about getting married?”
Toby opened his eyes, startled. Chris’s question was so unexpected he didn’t even connect it with the issue he had been internally brooding over all week. “Wouldn’t that be redundant?” he said.
Chris laughed. “Nah, I mean to women. Like some of the guys in here are doing so they can have conjugals. You wanna do it?”
Toby turned and stared at him, speechless. He had promised himself he would never raise this subject with Chris, feeling sure it would lead to nothing but an ugly and dangerous confrontation. He tried to figure out why Chris would raise it, not realizing Chris might be making a serious offer.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“A lot of reasons. For one thing, a guy ain’t gonna have no jizz in here if he ain’t at least trying to get hitched. That means people trying harder to fuck us up.”
“So you want to do it for strategic reasons?”
“Yeah, among other reasons.”
“Like what?”
“It’d be nice if I could marry a woman and make it last, and I figure I got the best chance of that if she only sees me four times a year. Anyway, I know you’d like your kids to have a mother. Maybe some nice, educated, well-bred lady your family approves of, maybe someone who’d wanna have kids of her own someday…”
The implication sunk in. Kids. The children he had. The children he *could* have…
Still, knowing Keller’s possessiveness, Toby found it impossible to believe the other man could really be as blasé about it as he sounded. “And you’d be OK with this?”
Chris put on the face he used when he wanted Toby to take him seriously. “You ain’t going anywhere,” he pointed out, “not for another thirty-four to life. I don’t have to worry about you running off and forgetting about me. And I know I can trust you to stick to the rules.”
Toby’s eyes narrowed. “Rules?”
“Two rules. First one - they know about you and me. And I don’t just mean the fucking, I mean how we feel about each other. That we love each other. I don’t treat that like some dirty secret, and you don’t get to either.”
“As if I would anyway.” Toby sounded hurt, which meant he at least believed what he said to be true, so Chris let it slide. “What’s the other rule?” Toby asked.
Chris decided on a practical demonstration. He pushed Toby onto his back, parted Toby’s thighs and lifted Toby’s legs over his shoulders. He wiped spit on the head of his dick and pushed it inside the other man, Toby’s gasp turning into a moan as Chris buried himself in one smooth, slow stroke. Thrusting in and out at a carefully measured pace, Chris said, “This is the second rule. No one else touches either of us like this. We don’t touch anyone else like this. Not with a dick, not with a finger, not with a tongue, not with a fucking benwa ball. This is something we only share with each other. You got that?”
Toby swallowed and nodded, sweat beading on his forehead. Then he smiled as if Chris had said something funny.
“What?” Chris asked, pausing in his thrusts.
“Just trying to remember,” Toby said, grinning. “How does sex work again if someone doesn’t have something up their ass?”
Chris growled and thrust hard and fast, cutting off Toby’s laugh.
Later, as they washed up, Toby said, “I’ll have to think about it.”
“So think. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
“It just feels weird. You suggesting it like that.”
Chris shrugged. Tossing aside his towel, he grabbed Toby’s neck and pulled him into a goodnight kiss to prevent any further discussion. He knew exactly how this would play out and was unconcerned. He had set this into motion himself, which meant he called the tune - it was no threat to what he had with Toby. All he had to do now was wait for Toby to process it. The next step would be easy.