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PART FOUR GENERAL RULES;
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‘Jesse,’ he whispers into the darkness. He hears and feels Jesse roll over above him.
‘Andrew?’ Jesse asks. It’s the first time he’s ever used Andrew’s name.
‘I don’t think I can keep doing this,’ Andrew says, voice breaking in the quiet air, his face heating like he’s just told a dark secret.
The bed creaks and shakes, and Andrew hears Jesse drop to the ground. He rolls over without pressure from Jesse, leaves enough room for the other man. The bunks are tiny, but Andrew is skinny and Jesse is small.
‘Hey,’ Jesse says. ‘Roll over.’ Andrew does, careful to not hit Jesse with his too-long limbs. Jesse’s eyes are dark in the half-light. All Andrew can see are Jesse’s lashes, casting long shadows down his cheeks.
‘It’ll get better,’ Jesse says and Andrew hiccups. ‘Hey, Andrew, it’ll get better.’
Andrew laughs into the soft muscle of Jesse’s shoulder.
‘Life, Jesse, life,’ he swallows. ‘How could anyone do this for the rest of their life?’
Jesse is silent. Andrew pulls back a little, watches Jesse blink frantically. ‘I don’t know, he says finally. ‘I don’t have all the answers.’
His breath smells like cheap toothpaste and a hint of the vegetarian curry he must have been given in solitary. Andrew really wants to kiss him, the urge so strong and overpowering. He doesn’t even know if Jesse is gay - does it matter in here? He doesn’t think too hard, just acts, teeth meeting Jesse’s as they both rush into it. Andrew breathes in the warm scent of Jesse’s skin, prison soap and the pervasive smell of captivity that lingers around the cells. He’s gasping for air when Jesse kisses down his throat slowly, hesitatingly. Jesse’s hand is on his arm, he can feel it, hot like a brand.
He can feel Jesse’s lips under the line of his jaw, behind his ear. He feels the lips on his cheekbones, and then Jesse’s back kissing his mouth, eyelashes batting against his cheek. It’s amazing, frustrating - with his eyes closed, he can almost forget where he is.
The loud bang beside his head makes his eyes fly open with a jolt. Jesse’s teeth bite Andrew’s lip accidentally, hard enough that Andrew tastes blood, coppery and salty. ‘Hey!’ a CO outside the cell growls, menacing even at a low volume. ‘You know the rules Eisenberg. Up.’
Andrew should have noticed the flashlight coming around, should have seen the glow that meant the COs were doing bed checks, but he didn’t, and now it’s too late.
Jesse moves away from Andrew quickly, leaving Andrew to mourn the loss of his comforting warmth. All that is left is the echo of his shape in his arms, a shell he can’t curl around.
He looks into his closed eyelids, wide awake. It’s black, with white patterns from the flashlight playing fake roles on a darkened stage.
‘Jesse?’ He asks, once the guard has well and truly moved on.
Jesse doesn’t reply.
AN: yeah, I'll admit it, I really love cuddling, okay.
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They get sent to the prison infirmary, where they are given the necessary medical attention and then remain there until they are healthy enough to return to the block. It would be completely unethical and against regulation to send Andrew back to his cell, and perhaps a sadistic guard may think about it, but Sorkin is supposed to be a 'nice' one, and even if he did, another guard might see oh, I don't know, Andrew bleeding through his clothes? And again, he would then be taken to the infirmary.
For that reason, I am not going to finish this fic, because that kind of glaring inaccuracy ruins the entire plot for me. Please try and research some basic elements of the universe you are exploring before you set a fic in it. Your writing style is great though.
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