Tapioca - Chapter 3
This one's a bit better I think. Wrote this while thinking that I really should get ready for work. Oops! Feedback appreciated, it makes me feel like I'm actually doing alright.
Title: Tapioca
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, very slight Greg/Jeff, a tiny miniscule hint of Chip/Drew.
Rating: NC-17, to quote Ryan, "Honey, I'm feeling a bit sexy tonight." (Baseball umprires on their day off, SFAH :P)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. If I did, they would performing right now for my entertainment, and I wouldn't have time to write.
Chapter 3
It was four days before Ryan and Colin got out of confinement. They had not been allowed a smoke, were given two meals a day - normal sized portion, not Drew size - and had not been allowed to shower either. When they walked back to their cells, they were greeted with cheers from the other inmates. Brad and Chip cheering the most loudly, jumping up and down like a couple of hyperactive children. Greg winked at Colin as he walked by as he and Jeff lost their cool calm exteriors and cheered wildly.
Officer Brady, who was escorted them back, asked for them to quieten. Since Brady was almost respected in the jail, considered a good cop, the inmates did stop their cheering, but continued to shout at Ryan and Colin.
"Stiles! You broke the fucker's nose with one swing!"
"He's got no fucking hair left!"
"Mochrie! You knocked teeth out from the back of his mouth! Stiles knocked ones out from the front!"
"Oy! Stiles! Mochrie!" Came a nasal voice. Colin turned around to find Greg had regained his composure and was leaning against the bars of his cell. "Did you have fun in confinement then?" He asked, his true question badly hidden.
"No," Colin replied, "We've not showered in four days, I'd gotten used to bigger portions at meal times, and he snores like nothing else when there's no air."
"You sound like a wife complaining there."
"You try sleeping next to him when he snores."
Greg grinned. He was sure that something was going on between the two. It was always inevitable. He and Jeff had slept together on a number of occasions, though it was purely for the sex. Neither of them was actually gay, but when you're in jail and you have needs, the nearest warm body usually does the trick. But Ryan and Colin he thought. 'Mochrie's actually gay, I'm pretty sure Stiles is, contrary to his past reputation.' Greg had offered his body to Ryan once, only to receive a punch to the gut in return. He knew Ryan didn't appreciate accusations of being gay, yet, it all seemed to go out with the window when Colin was concerned.
"Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you Mochrie. You've got a killer left hook there."
Colin smiled. He had had to punch a few people in his time. Fraud was a surprisingly dirty business, especially when you got caught. Colin's most memorable time was getting caught with his hand literally in the safe by the manager, stuffing it all his rucksack and punching the guy once. He had done it perfectly and knocked him out. He had gone home, packed his small collection of things, threw it all in the trunk of his car and gone. No goodbye. No nothing. He had had nobody in that town anyway. He was only eighteen when that had happened, and it had sent him off on a whirlwind of crime. Fraud he became especially good at. As he moved up in the ladder of money he was stealing, it always seemed the closer he got caught. He was twenty three the first time he was caught, his first sentence ever was five years. He had got out on three for good behaviour. He was rearrested four years later for assault. Another two years in jail. He was doing fine when he got out. He'd found a man, settled down, was working at a bank where money going missing was not a huge deal. Well, until he had decided to move away with his boyfriend. He stole everything that was in the safe, amounting to nearly $1 million and left. He had returned home early to find his boyfriend screwing the brains out of somebody else. His temper had boiled up, he'd walked through to the kitchen, took the gun from the drawer and walked back through, watching them for a minute or two. The man had spotted him first.
"What the fuck?!" He'd screamed, attempting to push Colin's boyfriend off of him.
"Colin!" The man in question had said in complete surprise, "This is er... this... well, it means nothing! You know, you were.....you know, at work all the time, and I er.... I needed this....."
Colin had stopped him by shooting him in the leg. On the outside, he would have seemed completely, but inside, he had been bubbling, unable to see anything but red and it had all centred on the two men in front of him. While his boyfriend was busy trying to stop the bleeding from his wounded leg, the other man had tried to sneak past Colin. Colin had caught him by his hair and thrown back onto the bed. He had tucked the gun in the back of his jeans, and started punching the man, attempting to get his rage and frustration out. It hadn't worked. Every punch just made him more and more angry. His boyfriend had then jumped on Colin's back, trying to get him to stop. Colin had thrown him off with ease and drawn the gun again, pointing at the man's head. He'd then looked at his boyfriend with no emotion in his eyes.
"Give me a reason not to shoot. 3....."
"Colin, please..."
"2....."
"You don't want to do this."
"I do. 1....."
"Don't!"
Colin had pulled the trigger, the man's head had exploded, coating the room in blood. Colin's boyfriend had screamed, a tortured scream. Colin had not moved. He had been decided whether or not to shoot his now ex boyfriend.
"You bastard! You fucking twisted bastard!"
Decision made. Colin had swung his arm to point it at the man he had once loved, now kneeling on the floor, covered in blood that wasn't his own, screaming at him that he should never have stayed with him. Colin had slightly tightened his grip on the trigger, the man's eyes had widened as Colin's finger had turned slightly white with the pressure.
"Colin...."
Colin had pulled the trigger for a second time. Once the ringing in his ears had stopped, he had heard the police cars outside. He wasn't getting away with this. What he had found surprising at the time was the lack of empathy he had felt, there had been no guilt, no nothing. Just a kind of satisfaction, he had got his revenge. Even when the police had put him in handcuffs, put in the back of their car less than gently, he had still felt no guilt. He still didn't. His boyfriend had deserved that. He believed it with his whole heart and soul. Ironically the police had come round expecting to arrest Colin for theft, instead they left arresting him for two counts of murder.
Ryan and Colin continued onto their own little cell, Ryan instantly jumping onto his own bed, his feet dangling over the end like they had every day since Colin had arrived.
"It's so nice to have a bed to myself." Ryan almost purred, stretching himself out, cracking what sounded like every bone in his body.
"It's nice not to sleep next to someone who snores."
" I do not!"
"You do Ry. You snore big time. I really need a shower."
"You do, Col."
"And you smell like a bed of fucking roses?"
"No, but you smell ten times worse."
"Fuck you Stiles."
"Fuck you Mochrie."
Ryan leaned over his bed to smile down and Colin, who narrowed his eyes in an attempted to give him an annoyed look, betrayed by the small smile on his face. He wasn't laughing though. Neither was Ryan. This had become a competition of who would crack up first. So far, it was always Ryan. Their contest was interrupted by Brady.
"Stiles, Mochrie, you're allowed to go for a shower. I'll have to escort you, but I'll leave you alone in the bathroom. I'm going to assume that I can leave you two for twenty minutes without beating the shit out of each other."
"Oh damn, there goes my plan for the afternoon." Colin mock sighed.
"You were gonna beat me up?" Ryan asked him.
"Well, I was gonna, but now I've just been told that I can't do that anymore."
"You couldn't beat me up."
"I so could."
"C'mon guys," Brady interrupted for a second time, "I've got work to do, and you guys do smell."
"Piss off Brady." Ryan gave Brady a small smile, letting him though he didn't really mean it. They followed Brady past all the cells again, this time without the cheering. After leading them through several doors, Brady led them into a different bathroom that what they were used to.
"Brady, what the fuck?"
"This is staff bathrooms. The inmate bathrooms have an automatic lock, which only opens for an hour, in the morning. Once it's locked, we can't open it without having to get one of the guys from the company out, which is fucking expensive. We're not doing that so you guys can smell nice. So Warden Frost agreed, with some persuasion from me, to let you use the staff ones. There aren't any cameras in here, and if anything happens, it's on my head. Please don't make me regret giving you a chance boys." With that, Brady left them alone. These bathrooms were infinitely better than the inmates one. For a start, they were clean. There were dials where whoever was using it could adjust the temperature. Best of all, it had an 'on/off' button. The inmate ones came on for five minutes at a time. If you hadn't finished showering by then, it was tough shit. Here, Ryan and Colin could have a nice long shower. They began stripping off with ease. They had seen each other naked before. What was making Ryan slightly nervous was that he had never been a naked Colin alone before. Was something going to happen? He felt his cock twitch, and instantly begged himself not to get hard. Colin meanwhile, was too busy looking forward to being clean again to notice Ryan's predicament.
"You coming Ry?" He asked, stepping under one of the showers, turning it on and letting out a moan at the hot water coming out. Ryan meanwhile was panicking. The moan that Colin had released had affected him, and he looked down to find that he was already half hard.
'Shit!' He thought, 'I can't shower next to him like this!' Nothing had happened since their first kiss in confinement, and Ryan didn't really want to make the first move. He tried to think of anything to calm himself down: jail statistics, Greg naked in the shower, Drew naked in the shower. That done it. He felt himself go soft, and secretly thanked God.
"Yeah. Is it nice?"
"Fucking A, my friend."
Ryan chuckled as he stepped into the shower that Colin had switched on for him. He was right. The hot water was amazing against his skin, the dirt and grime of the past four days washing off him.
"Where's the shampoo?" He asked Colin. Colin shrugged and started looking round. He looked down and saw a selection of bottles sitting on a shelf at the end of the room. He carefully walked over, picked up the nearest shampoo bottle and handed it to Ryan.
"Don't finish it." He said.
"Why? You don't need it." Ryan said.
"What do you call this?" Colin replied, running his fingers through the hair still left on his head.
"It's called 'going bald' Col." Ryan grinned.
"It's called hair Ry, I still need to wash it." Ryan squeezed some shampoo onto his hands and passed the bottle to Col, who squirted some out and placed the bottle back on the shelf. As Col turned round, he was struck by the sight of Ryan massaging the shampoo into his hair, and then proceeding to wash it off.
"Oh God, that feels good." Ryan sighed, enjoying the feeling of being clean.
"Oh yeah." Colin breathed. He could feel himself getting hard, and there was no way to hide it. Thing was, he realised, he didn't want to. He had continually thought about that moment in confinement where he had kissed Ryan, and Ryan had kissed him back. There was something here, and it wasn't a typical jail relationship. Sure, they both had needs, but there was something else underneath it all.
"Col?" Ryan's voice broke through the haze that had surrounded Colin.
"Yeah Ry?"
"You likin' what you see?" Ryan chuckled.
Colin looked down at his stiff cock. "I guess I do. Apparently you do too."
Ryan looked down at his own cock, which was also rapidly stiffening. He snorted. "This is so fucking cheesy." As he looked back up, he saw Colin's eyes clouded with lust. He felt all pretence fall away as he took in the man in front of him. Neither was sure whose feet moved first, but suddenly Colin felt himself slammed up against the wall, and Ryan was attacking his mouth, driving his tongue into his mouth, tasting every bit of Colin he could find. Ryan started to move down, encouraged by Colin running his fingers through Ryan's newly washed hair. Colin was surprised, he assumed, correctly, that Ryan would be the more dominant one in any relationship, but he was surprised that Ryan would give Colin his release first. Not wanting him to stop, he continued moaning as Ryan stopped for a second to tongue his nipples before moving down where Colin's cock stood begging for his attention. He instantly took as much of Colin as he could into his mouth (which was difficult, Colin was easily the biggest he had ever had), using his tongue and a slight hint of teeth to make Colin groan loudly.
"You've done this before." Colin panted. Ryan chuckled at the use of the cheesy line. His reply came in the way he relaxed all his throat muscles, and took Colin to the very back of his throat and swallowed. "Jesus Ryan!" His fingers tightened in Ryan's hair, but he made sure that he was not hurting Ryan. He never wanted to hurt Ryan.
Ryan swallowed again and again, using the moans that Colin was making as pointers to spur him on. Using a hand, he massaged Colin's balls, and the combination sent Colin over the edge. Ryan could feel he was near, and, thought for a second about pulling away. He had never swallowed before. He had never wanted to, but with Colin, he did. His heart soared at that thought of having a part of Colin inside him. With a cry that worried Ryan for a second, Colin emptied himself down Ryan's throat, who kept swallowing, kept using his tongue to create Heaven for Colin in a place where Heaven was banned. Colin felt his knees give way and he slid onto the floor, instantly covering by Ryan, peppering his neck with kisses, before Colin brought his hands to Ryan's head, and guided him towards his mouth. Colin could taste himself on Ryan, and found that he enjoyed it. Ryan pulled away, his cock now throbbing with the need for relief.
"Tell me what you want Ry. I'll do anything."
Ryan pulled Colin forward until he was on all fours. He kneeled behind Colin, before leaning over, covering him with his own body.
"Is this alright?" He asked him. If Colin didn't want this, they would do something else. He refused to make Colin feel uncomfortable.
"It's fine, it's perfect."
The showers were still on, which had Ryan's fingers as wet as he needed them as he worked one finger into Colin's entrance. Colin hissed in slight pain. It had been a very long time since he had bottomed, preferring to top with his last boyfriend. For Ryan though, he felt like he would do anything. Pain soon turned into pleasure as Ryan worked a second long finger in, finding his prostate.
"Fuck, Ryan, do it again"
Ryan thrust his fingers in again, finding the target within Colin for a second time. He quickly added a third finger as he felt Colin push back, trying to impale himself further. When he sensed Colin was ready, he removed his fingers. He placed himself at Colin's entrance and began to push in slowly. He had always used lube before, so he didn't know how hard it would be this time. The shower water had made things slightly easier as Ryan slid it slowly. Colin hissed again, the pain slightly worse this time than with Ryan's fingers. But he didn't want him to stop. He wanted to be filled by Ryan.
"You're so tight," Ryan groaned, "God, you're so fucking tight."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Colin gasped.
"Yeah, take it as one." Ryan was panting, and he wasn't even into the hilt yet. He'd never imagined being with Colin would be this perfect. With one final thrust, he was fully sheathed in Colin, struggling to get his breath back.
"I can't move." Ryan said.
"You'd better move." Colin grunted. His knees were getting sore from the hard tiles of the shower.
Ryan placed his hands on Colin's hips and began thrusting, slowly at first, watching Colin for any signs of discomfort. Colin, on the other hand, needed Ryan to go faster. His cock was hardening again, taking over his lust filled brain.
"Fuck me, Stiles. For God's sake, fuck me." Ryan heard Colin's order and began pounding into him, the use of his last name spurring him on. Colin wanted him to be the tough guy, Colin wanted him to be rough, he was going to give Colin what he wanted. His left hand left Colin's hip only to sneak round and grab Colin's cock in a tight grip, and instantly started pumping.
"God!" Colin screamed. Ryan could feel himself rapidly approaching the edge, he was losing his rhythm, thrusting erratically into Colin. His cock was hitting Colin's prostate with every thrust, causing Colin to scream out in pure pleasure as he came a second time. Feeling Colin's body tightened around him took Ryan into sweet ecstasy, as he thrust deep into Colin one last time, coming so damn deep into him. He collapsed onto Colin's body, panting for breath, Colin right there with him.
"Ry, you've got to get off. My knees fucking hurt."
Ryan chuckled as he slid from Colin. He stood up, and pulled Colin up after him.
"We'd better have a second quick shower." Ryan said, a wide grin gracing his handsome features.
"Yeah, wouldn't want everybody to think we're gay." Colin winked. They both quickly covering themselves in soap, washing it off, and were drying themselves off with towels when Brady came in, carrying two white shirts.
"Get dressed quickly, I think Carey has some news for you both." His eyes twinkled with laughter.
Ryan and Colin pulled on the blue trouser that had to wear, plus the shirts that Brady had brought them. They followed him to the canteen, where dinner was currently being served. They joined their normal queue, but were shocked to find that Drew wasn't serving today. Instead, it was Sessions behind the counter. He avoided their eyes, and gave them a normal sized portion of the chicken soup being served, plus a buttered roll, and Colin's most hated dessert. Tapioca. He smiled at Ryan and they walked to their normal table. Ryan loved tapioca, so they always swapped. Today though, Colin thought that he must just give Ryan his pudding, and not ask for anything in return.
"Stiles! Guess what!" Drew shouted at them as they sat down. Greg, Jeff, Brad and Chip were all grinning, obviously pleased with Drew's news.
"What?"
"I'm getting out!"
"What?!" Ryan said, a grin now taking over his face. Drew was the nicest guy in the jail, he really didn't belong in here.
"I'm getting out. Two hours time!"
"Aw man, that's fucking brilliant!" Ryan held out his hand, which Drew shook, excitement make him shake wildly. "You'll have to come back and visit us."
"Fuck off Stiles, once I leave, I ain't never coming back!"
A round of laughter went round the table. Greg then took over the conversation as he questioned Ryan and Colin about confinement.
"So, you boys enjoy yourself?"
"You've asked me that already Proops," Colin told him, "And it was shit. Though that shower we had was very nice."
"How can you have a good time in the shower?" Brad asked him, Ryan and Colin looked at him as he thought about what he had just said. "Ooh, I see."
"Yeah. Plus, we had the staff showers." Ryan explained.
"How the fucking fuck did you get them?" Greg asked him. No inmate he had ever heard of had been allowed in the staff bathrooms.
"They couldn't open the inmate ones, so we got to use theirs. It was fucking Heaven. You could change the temperature, there was proper shampoo and soap, not that shit that they give us."
Colin nodded along with Ryan. He was quite surprised that Ryan had admitted to everyone that he and Colin had had sex. But obviously Ryan thought he could trust his group. He could. They had never let him down.
"Tell you what though," Jeff said, "If we ever need boyguards, you guys are top of our list."
Ryan chuckled, and Colin smiled. Jeff was odd. He'd not say much, but when he did, it was either funny or bluntly honest.
Dinner time finished less interestingly than Colin and Ryan's last meal with the local population had. All the inmates were escorted back to their cells, the group buzzing with anticipation. Drew had asked Warden Frost if he could come back to say goodbye to his friends, to which he had agreed. Drew had been a good inmate, never causing any problems, so his last request could be granted. Ryan and Colin sat on Colin's bunk, pulling the blanket that lay on Ryan's bed down so they could have some privacy. At present, Ryan was sitting with his legs stretched out, Colin straddling him, sitting on his lap.
"How come I'm on my knees again?"
"I like you when you're on your knees."
"Fuck you. I'm not being the woman in this."
"If you were a woman Col, you wouldn't be currently sitting on my crotch."
Col moved his hips in a circular motion, and, to his credit, Ryan managed to stop the whimper threatening to explode from his throat.
"Don't do that here." Ryan whispered.
"Why not?" Colin whispered back, "Don't you like it?"
"I fucking love it, but you can't hide a hard on in these trousers."
"I know, but you'll have to find a way."
Ryan pulled Colin's shirt forward, and their mouths meet in a clash for power. Colin thrust his tongue in Ryan's mouth first, his hand palming Ryan through his trousers. Ryan grabbed Colin's wrist and pulled away.
"Seriously Col. We've got to stop."
"I know. I just don't want to."
The opening of the main door leading to all the cells caused their attention to be lost towards Patterson strolling into the centre. Ryan and Colin stood up and went to the front of their cell.
"Right you fucking maggots. We've now got a free man here. So take a good long fucking look, cos it'll probably be the last time any of you fuckers ever see one."
Drew shuffled into the centre of the hall, looking around. He caught sight of Brad and Chip in their cell first. They both stuck their hands out, and Drew shook both of them.
"I'll see you soon Brad."
"Yeah man, two months and I'm out."
"You be good Chip."
"I am good, Drew."
"Don't I know it." He chuckled. He walked over to the next cell, where Greg and Jeff were leaning against their own door, waiting for their turn. They again stuck their hands out, which Drew shook.
"You'll get out soon too Greg."
"I hope so man. I really fucking hope so."
"I'll have a beer waiting for you."
"Make sure it's cold. I hate a warm beer."
"I will do."
Drew turned to Jeff.
"You take care of Chip for me. He's gonna get himself into trouble one day."
"He's already in trouble Drew."
"I know, but, just, watch him for me."
"I will."
"Look after yourself."
Drew then turned round to see Ryan and Colin watching him from their own cell, smiles on both their faces. He felt really bad about saying bye to the two of them. Everyone else in their little group would be getting out at some point. They would never leave.
"I feel so bad about this." He mumbled.
"Why?" Colin asked him.
"Cos, here I am, leaving. You guys are in here for the rest of your lives."
"We deserve it Drew. You don't."
Drew had accidentally knocked someone over drink driving. His girlfriend of ten years had split up with him that night so he had drunk himself stupid to forget. He had tried to drive home, but ended up knocking over a young man walking home that night. Drew had never forgiven himself, but now, he had paid his price.
"I did. But I've done it now."
Colin held out his hand which Drew took.
"Good luck man. You'll do great out there."
"Thanks, Mochrie."
"Colin."
"Thanks, Colin."
Drew then turned to Ryan. The man had looked out for him ever since Drew had stepped into Fracture. He felt like he owed him a lot.
"Thanks for everything Stiles. You made things a lot easier in here for me."
"It's cool, Carey. Take care of yourself."
"Bye Stiles."
"It's Ryan to you now."
Drew chuckled. He leaned to the door, beckoning Colin over. "You two are good together, You're so fucking weird that you fit perfect like, you know?" He drew back, Colin and Ryan smiled at each other.
"Well, I'm off. Bye Colin. Bye Ryan."
"See ya Drew."
"Good luck man."
As Drew walked past the row of cells for the last time, the other inmates cheered.
"GO DREW!"
"GOOD LUCK"
"DRINK A BEER FOR ME!"
Patterson desperately tried to restore order, but it was no use. Every inmate cheered, Brad and Chip jumped up and down with manic energy. The door slammed and Drew was gone.
"I'll miss the double portions." Ryan said.
"Me too. If Sessions is serving, I'm checking for poison."
Ryan chuckled and looked down at Colin. Drew was right. He would probably be spending the rest of his life here. But if it was with Colin, then it didn't matter. He wished for a minute that they could be out, living in a flat, spending the rest of their lives together properly. But he had to deal with what he had. He pressed a kiss to the side of Colin's head. Drew was out. He only hoped that he wouldn't be back in. He hoped, wildly, the same day he could be out.
"D'you ever think we'll get out?" He asked Colin.
"Well, I'm forty, and you're thirty eight. We both got another thirty five years before we're even considered for parole. By then, we'll still be in our seventies. I doubt we'll even want to get out by then."
"True."
They both walked back to Colin's bunk. Ryan sat down at the end, with his legs stretched out over the side. Colin lay along the bed, his head placed in Ryan's lap.
"I want to be out." Colin said.
"Me too." Ryan said, running fingers up and down Colin's arm.
"You won't get out," a dark voice said from outside their cell, "You faggots are in there for life." Patterson stood outside their cell, watching as Ryan continued stroking Colin's arm.
"Maybe so." Colin said. "But at least I've found someone in here who I can spend it with."
Patterson snorted. Ryan turned his head to look at him. There was no anger in his eyes, just a kind of pity. Colin was right. They had each other. Patterson had no-one. He felt almost sorry for him. Then he remember the way that Patterson had tortured Colin with the shock gun nearly a week ago, and he stopped. The man was a monster. He deserved to have no-one. Taking the look on Ryan's face as a warning, he walked away and left them alone.
"We've got to get out of here Col. It never bothered me before, but seeing Drew walk out, I need out of here."
"I know. We'll do it. We'll get out somehow."
Title: Tapioca
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, very slight Greg/Jeff, a tiny miniscule hint of Chip/Drew.
Rating: NC-17, to quote Ryan, "Honey, I'm feeling a bit sexy tonight." (Baseball umprires on their day off, SFAH :P)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. If I did, they would performing right now for my entertainment, and I wouldn't have time to write.
Chapter 3
It was four days before Ryan and Colin got out of confinement. They had not been allowed a smoke, were given two meals a day - normal sized portion, not Drew size - and had not been allowed to shower either. When they walked back to their cells, they were greeted with cheers from the other inmates. Brad and Chip cheering the most loudly, jumping up and down like a couple of hyperactive children. Greg winked at Colin as he walked by as he and Jeff lost their cool calm exteriors and cheered wildly.
Officer Brady, who was escorted them back, asked for them to quieten. Since Brady was almost respected in the jail, considered a good cop, the inmates did stop their cheering, but continued to shout at Ryan and Colin.
"Stiles! You broke the fucker's nose with one swing!"
"He's got no fucking hair left!"
"Mochrie! You knocked teeth out from the back of his mouth! Stiles knocked ones out from the front!"
"Oy! Stiles! Mochrie!" Came a nasal voice. Colin turned around to find Greg had regained his composure and was leaning against the bars of his cell. "Did you have fun in confinement then?" He asked, his true question badly hidden.
"No," Colin replied, "We've not showered in four days, I'd gotten used to bigger portions at meal times, and he snores like nothing else when there's no air."
"You sound like a wife complaining there."
"You try sleeping next to him when he snores."
Greg grinned. He was sure that something was going on between the two. It was always inevitable. He and Jeff had slept together on a number of occasions, though it was purely for the sex. Neither of them was actually gay, but when you're in jail and you have needs, the nearest warm body usually does the trick. But Ryan and Colin he thought. 'Mochrie's actually gay, I'm pretty sure Stiles is, contrary to his past reputation.' Greg had offered his body to Ryan once, only to receive a punch to the gut in return. He knew Ryan didn't appreciate accusations of being gay, yet, it all seemed to go out with the window when Colin was concerned.
"Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you Mochrie. You've got a killer left hook there."
Colin smiled. He had had to punch a few people in his time. Fraud was a surprisingly dirty business, especially when you got caught. Colin's most memorable time was getting caught with his hand literally in the safe by the manager, stuffing it all his rucksack and punching the guy once. He had done it perfectly and knocked him out. He had gone home, packed his small collection of things, threw it all in the trunk of his car and gone. No goodbye. No nothing. He had had nobody in that town anyway. He was only eighteen when that had happened, and it had sent him off on a whirlwind of crime. Fraud he became especially good at. As he moved up in the ladder of money he was stealing, it always seemed the closer he got caught. He was twenty three the first time he was caught, his first sentence ever was five years. He had got out on three for good behaviour. He was rearrested four years later for assault. Another two years in jail. He was doing fine when he got out. He'd found a man, settled down, was working at a bank where money going missing was not a huge deal. Well, until he had decided to move away with his boyfriend. He stole everything that was in the safe, amounting to nearly $1 million and left. He had returned home early to find his boyfriend screwing the brains out of somebody else. His temper had boiled up, he'd walked through to the kitchen, took the gun from the drawer and walked back through, watching them for a minute or two. The man had spotted him first.
"What the fuck?!" He'd screamed, attempting to push Colin's boyfriend off of him.
"Colin!" The man in question had said in complete surprise, "This is er... this... well, it means nothing! You know, you were.....you know, at work all the time, and I er.... I needed this....."
Colin had stopped him by shooting him in the leg. On the outside, he would have seemed completely, but inside, he had been bubbling, unable to see anything but red and it had all centred on the two men in front of him. While his boyfriend was busy trying to stop the bleeding from his wounded leg, the other man had tried to sneak past Colin. Colin had caught him by his hair and thrown back onto the bed. He had tucked the gun in the back of his jeans, and started punching the man, attempting to get his rage and frustration out. It hadn't worked. Every punch just made him more and more angry. His boyfriend had then jumped on Colin's back, trying to get him to stop. Colin had thrown him off with ease and drawn the gun again, pointing at the man's head. He'd then looked at his boyfriend with no emotion in his eyes.
"Give me a reason not to shoot. 3....."
"Colin, please..."
"2....."
"You don't want to do this."
"I do. 1....."
"Don't!"
Colin had pulled the trigger, the man's head had exploded, coating the room in blood. Colin's boyfriend had screamed, a tortured scream. Colin had not moved. He had been decided whether or not to shoot his now ex boyfriend.
"You bastard! You fucking twisted bastard!"
Decision made. Colin had swung his arm to point it at the man he had once loved, now kneeling on the floor, covered in blood that wasn't his own, screaming at him that he should never have stayed with him. Colin had slightly tightened his grip on the trigger, the man's eyes had widened as Colin's finger had turned slightly white with the pressure.
"Colin...."
Colin had pulled the trigger for a second time. Once the ringing in his ears had stopped, he had heard the police cars outside. He wasn't getting away with this. What he had found surprising at the time was the lack of empathy he had felt, there had been no guilt, no nothing. Just a kind of satisfaction, he had got his revenge. Even when the police had put him in handcuffs, put in the back of their car less than gently, he had still felt no guilt. He still didn't. His boyfriend had deserved that. He believed it with his whole heart and soul. Ironically the police had come round expecting to arrest Colin for theft, instead they left arresting him for two counts of murder.
Ryan and Colin continued onto their own little cell, Ryan instantly jumping onto his own bed, his feet dangling over the end like they had every day since Colin had arrived.
"It's so nice to have a bed to myself." Ryan almost purred, stretching himself out, cracking what sounded like every bone in his body.
"It's nice not to sleep next to someone who snores."
" I do not!"
"You do Ry. You snore big time. I really need a shower."
"You do, Col."
"And you smell like a bed of fucking roses?"
"No, but you smell ten times worse."
"Fuck you Stiles."
"Fuck you Mochrie."
Ryan leaned over his bed to smile down and Colin, who narrowed his eyes in an attempted to give him an annoyed look, betrayed by the small smile on his face. He wasn't laughing though. Neither was Ryan. This had become a competition of who would crack up first. So far, it was always Ryan. Their contest was interrupted by Brady.
"Stiles, Mochrie, you're allowed to go for a shower. I'll have to escort you, but I'll leave you alone in the bathroom. I'm going to assume that I can leave you two for twenty minutes without beating the shit out of each other."
"Oh damn, there goes my plan for the afternoon." Colin mock sighed.
"You were gonna beat me up?" Ryan asked him.
"Well, I was gonna, but now I've just been told that I can't do that anymore."
"You couldn't beat me up."
"I so could."
"C'mon guys," Brady interrupted for a second time, "I've got work to do, and you guys do smell."
"Piss off Brady." Ryan gave Brady a small smile, letting him though he didn't really mean it. They followed Brady past all the cells again, this time without the cheering. After leading them through several doors, Brady led them into a different bathroom that what they were used to.
"Brady, what the fuck?"
"This is staff bathrooms. The inmate bathrooms have an automatic lock, which only opens for an hour, in the morning. Once it's locked, we can't open it without having to get one of the guys from the company out, which is fucking expensive. We're not doing that so you guys can smell nice. So Warden Frost agreed, with some persuasion from me, to let you use the staff ones. There aren't any cameras in here, and if anything happens, it's on my head. Please don't make me regret giving you a chance boys." With that, Brady left them alone. These bathrooms were infinitely better than the inmates one. For a start, they were clean. There were dials where whoever was using it could adjust the temperature. Best of all, it had an 'on/off' button. The inmate ones came on for five minutes at a time. If you hadn't finished showering by then, it was tough shit. Here, Ryan and Colin could have a nice long shower. They began stripping off with ease. They had seen each other naked before. What was making Ryan slightly nervous was that he had never been a naked Colin alone before. Was something going to happen? He felt his cock twitch, and instantly begged himself not to get hard. Colin meanwhile, was too busy looking forward to being clean again to notice Ryan's predicament.
"You coming Ry?" He asked, stepping under one of the showers, turning it on and letting out a moan at the hot water coming out. Ryan meanwhile was panicking. The moan that Colin had released had affected him, and he looked down to find that he was already half hard.
'Shit!' He thought, 'I can't shower next to him like this!' Nothing had happened since their first kiss in confinement, and Ryan didn't really want to make the first move. He tried to think of anything to calm himself down: jail statistics, Greg naked in the shower, Drew naked in the shower. That done it. He felt himself go soft, and secretly thanked God.
"Yeah. Is it nice?"
"Fucking A, my friend."
Ryan chuckled as he stepped into the shower that Colin had switched on for him. He was right. The hot water was amazing against his skin, the dirt and grime of the past four days washing off him.
"Where's the shampoo?" He asked Colin. Colin shrugged and started looking round. He looked down and saw a selection of bottles sitting on a shelf at the end of the room. He carefully walked over, picked up the nearest shampoo bottle and handed it to Ryan.
"Don't finish it." He said.
"Why? You don't need it." Ryan said.
"What do you call this?" Colin replied, running his fingers through the hair still left on his head.
"It's called 'going bald' Col." Ryan grinned.
"It's called hair Ry, I still need to wash it." Ryan squeezed some shampoo onto his hands and passed the bottle to Col, who squirted some out and placed the bottle back on the shelf. As Col turned round, he was struck by the sight of Ryan massaging the shampoo into his hair, and then proceeding to wash it off.
"Oh God, that feels good." Ryan sighed, enjoying the feeling of being clean.
"Oh yeah." Colin breathed. He could feel himself getting hard, and there was no way to hide it. Thing was, he realised, he didn't want to. He had continually thought about that moment in confinement where he had kissed Ryan, and Ryan had kissed him back. There was something here, and it wasn't a typical jail relationship. Sure, they both had needs, but there was something else underneath it all.
"Col?" Ryan's voice broke through the haze that had surrounded Colin.
"Yeah Ry?"
"You likin' what you see?" Ryan chuckled.
Colin looked down at his stiff cock. "I guess I do. Apparently you do too."
Ryan looked down at his own cock, which was also rapidly stiffening. He snorted. "This is so fucking cheesy." As he looked back up, he saw Colin's eyes clouded with lust. He felt all pretence fall away as he took in the man in front of him. Neither was sure whose feet moved first, but suddenly Colin felt himself slammed up against the wall, and Ryan was attacking his mouth, driving his tongue into his mouth, tasting every bit of Colin he could find. Ryan started to move down, encouraged by Colin running his fingers through Ryan's newly washed hair. Colin was surprised, he assumed, correctly, that Ryan would be the more dominant one in any relationship, but he was surprised that Ryan would give Colin his release first. Not wanting him to stop, he continued moaning as Ryan stopped for a second to tongue his nipples before moving down where Colin's cock stood begging for his attention. He instantly took as much of Colin as he could into his mouth (which was difficult, Colin was easily the biggest he had ever had), using his tongue and a slight hint of teeth to make Colin groan loudly.
"You've done this before." Colin panted. Ryan chuckled at the use of the cheesy line. His reply came in the way he relaxed all his throat muscles, and took Colin to the very back of his throat and swallowed. "Jesus Ryan!" His fingers tightened in Ryan's hair, but he made sure that he was not hurting Ryan. He never wanted to hurt Ryan.
Ryan swallowed again and again, using the moans that Colin was making as pointers to spur him on. Using a hand, he massaged Colin's balls, and the combination sent Colin over the edge. Ryan could feel he was near, and, thought for a second about pulling away. He had never swallowed before. He had never wanted to, but with Colin, he did. His heart soared at that thought of having a part of Colin inside him. With a cry that worried Ryan for a second, Colin emptied himself down Ryan's throat, who kept swallowing, kept using his tongue to create Heaven for Colin in a place where Heaven was banned. Colin felt his knees give way and he slid onto the floor, instantly covering by Ryan, peppering his neck with kisses, before Colin brought his hands to Ryan's head, and guided him towards his mouth. Colin could taste himself on Ryan, and found that he enjoyed it. Ryan pulled away, his cock now throbbing with the need for relief.
"Tell me what you want Ry. I'll do anything."
Ryan pulled Colin forward until he was on all fours. He kneeled behind Colin, before leaning over, covering him with his own body.
"Is this alright?" He asked him. If Colin didn't want this, they would do something else. He refused to make Colin feel uncomfortable.
"It's fine, it's perfect."
The showers were still on, which had Ryan's fingers as wet as he needed them as he worked one finger into Colin's entrance. Colin hissed in slight pain. It had been a very long time since he had bottomed, preferring to top with his last boyfriend. For Ryan though, he felt like he would do anything. Pain soon turned into pleasure as Ryan worked a second long finger in, finding his prostate.
"Fuck, Ryan, do it again"
Ryan thrust his fingers in again, finding the target within Colin for a second time. He quickly added a third finger as he felt Colin push back, trying to impale himself further. When he sensed Colin was ready, he removed his fingers. He placed himself at Colin's entrance and began to push in slowly. He had always used lube before, so he didn't know how hard it would be this time. The shower water had made things slightly easier as Ryan slid it slowly. Colin hissed again, the pain slightly worse this time than with Ryan's fingers. But he didn't want him to stop. He wanted to be filled by Ryan.
"You're so tight," Ryan groaned, "God, you're so fucking tight."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Colin gasped.
"Yeah, take it as one." Ryan was panting, and he wasn't even into the hilt yet. He'd never imagined being with Colin would be this perfect. With one final thrust, he was fully sheathed in Colin, struggling to get his breath back.
"I can't move." Ryan said.
"You'd better move." Colin grunted. His knees were getting sore from the hard tiles of the shower.
Ryan placed his hands on Colin's hips and began thrusting, slowly at first, watching Colin for any signs of discomfort. Colin, on the other hand, needed Ryan to go faster. His cock was hardening again, taking over his lust filled brain.
"Fuck me, Stiles. For God's sake, fuck me." Ryan heard Colin's order and began pounding into him, the use of his last name spurring him on. Colin wanted him to be the tough guy, Colin wanted him to be rough, he was going to give Colin what he wanted. His left hand left Colin's hip only to sneak round and grab Colin's cock in a tight grip, and instantly started pumping.
"God!" Colin screamed. Ryan could feel himself rapidly approaching the edge, he was losing his rhythm, thrusting erratically into Colin. His cock was hitting Colin's prostate with every thrust, causing Colin to scream out in pure pleasure as he came a second time. Feeling Colin's body tightened around him took Ryan into sweet ecstasy, as he thrust deep into Colin one last time, coming so damn deep into him. He collapsed onto Colin's body, panting for breath, Colin right there with him.
"Ry, you've got to get off. My knees fucking hurt."
Ryan chuckled as he slid from Colin. He stood up, and pulled Colin up after him.
"We'd better have a second quick shower." Ryan said, a wide grin gracing his handsome features.
"Yeah, wouldn't want everybody to think we're gay." Colin winked. They both quickly covering themselves in soap, washing it off, and were drying themselves off with towels when Brady came in, carrying two white shirts.
"Get dressed quickly, I think Carey has some news for you both." His eyes twinkled with laughter.
Ryan and Colin pulled on the blue trouser that had to wear, plus the shirts that Brady had brought them. They followed him to the canteen, where dinner was currently being served. They joined their normal queue, but were shocked to find that Drew wasn't serving today. Instead, it was Sessions behind the counter. He avoided their eyes, and gave them a normal sized portion of the chicken soup being served, plus a buttered roll, and Colin's most hated dessert. Tapioca. He smiled at Ryan and they walked to their normal table. Ryan loved tapioca, so they always swapped. Today though, Colin thought that he must just give Ryan his pudding, and not ask for anything in return.
"Stiles! Guess what!" Drew shouted at them as they sat down. Greg, Jeff, Brad and Chip were all grinning, obviously pleased with Drew's news.
"What?"
"I'm getting out!"
"What?!" Ryan said, a grin now taking over his face. Drew was the nicest guy in the jail, he really didn't belong in here.
"I'm getting out. Two hours time!"
"Aw man, that's fucking brilliant!" Ryan held out his hand, which Drew shook, excitement make him shake wildly. "You'll have to come back and visit us."
"Fuck off Stiles, once I leave, I ain't never coming back!"
A round of laughter went round the table. Greg then took over the conversation as he questioned Ryan and Colin about confinement.
"So, you boys enjoy yourself?"
"You've asked me that already Proops," Colin told him, "And it was shit. Though that shower we had was very nice."
"How can you have a good time in the shower?" Brad asked him, Ryan and Colin looked at him as he thought about what he had just said. "Ooh, I see."
"Yeah. Plus, we had the staff showers." Ryan explained.
"How the fucking fuck did you get them?" Greg asked him. No inmate he had ever heard of had been allowed in the staff bathrooms.
"They couldn't open the inmate ones, so we got to use theirs. It was fucking Heaven. You could change the temperature, there was proper shampoo and soap, not that shit that they give us."
Colin nodded along with Ryan. He was quite surprised that Ryan had admitted to everyone that he and Colin had had sex. But obviously Ryan thought he could trust his group. He could. They had never let him down.
"Tell you what though," Jeff said, "If we ever need boyguards, you guys are top of our list."
Ryan chuckled, and Colin smiled. Jeff was odd. He'd not say much, but when he did, it was either funny or bluntly honest.
Dinner time finished less interestingly than Colin and Ryan's last meal with the local population had. All the inmates were escorted back to their cells, the group buzzing with anticipation. Drew had asked Warden Frost if he could come back to say goodbye to his friends, to which he had agreed. Drew had been a good inmate, never causing any problems, so his last request could be granted. Ryan and Colin sat on Colin's bunk, pulling the blanket that lay on Ryan's bed down so they could have some privacy. At present, Ryan was sitting with his legs stretched out, Colin straddling him, sitting on his lap.
"How come I'm on my knees again?"
"I like you when you're on your knees."
"Fuck you. I'm not being the woman in this."
"If you were a woman Col, you wouldn't be currently sitting on my crotch."
Col moved his hips in a circular motion, and, to his credit, Ryan managed to stop the whimper threatening to explode from his throat.
"Don't do that here." Ryan whispered.
"Why not?" Colin whispered back, "Don't you like it?"
"I fucking love it, but you can't hide a hard on in these trousers."
"I know, but you'll have to find a way."
Ryan pulled Colin's shirt forward, and their mouths meet in a clash for power. Colin thrust his tongue in Ryan's mouth first, his hand palming Ryan through his trousers. Ryan grabbed Colin's wrist and pulled away.
"Seriously Col. We've got to stop."
"I know. I just don't want to."
The opening of the main door leading to all the cells caused their attention to be lost towards Patterson strolling into the centre. Ryan and Colin stood up and went to the front of their cell.
"Right you fucking maggots. We've now got a free man here. So take a good long fucking look, cos it'll probably be the last time any of you fuckers ever see one."
Drew shuffled into the centre of the hall, looking around. He caught sight of Brad and Chip in their cell first. They both stuck their hands out, and Drew shook both of them.
"I'll see you soon Brad."
"Yeah man, two months and I'm out."
"You be good Chip."
"I am good, Drew."
"Don't I know it." He chuckled. He walked over to the next cell, where Greg and Jeff were leaning against their own door, waiting for their turn. They again stuck their hands out, which Drew shook.
"You'll get out soon too Greg."
"I hope so man. I really fucking hope so."
"I'll have a beer waiting for you."
"Make sure it's cold. I hate a warm beer."
"I will do."
Drew turned to Jeff.
"You take care of Chip for me. He's gonna get himself into trouble one day."
"He's already in trouble Drew."
"I know, but, just, watch him for me."
"I will."
"Look after yourself."
Drew then turned round to see Ryan and Colin watching him from their own cell, smiles on both their faces. He felt really bad about saying bye to the two of them. Everyone else in their little group would be getting out at some point. They would never leave.
"I feel so bad about this." He mumbled.
"Why?" Colin asked him.
"Cos, here I am, leaving. You guys are in here for the rest of your lives."
"We deserve it Drew. You don't."
Drew had accidentally knocked someone over drink driving. His girlfriend of ten years had split up with him that night so he had drunk himself stupid to forget. He had tried to drive home, but ended up knocking over a young man walking home that night. Drew had never forgiven himself, but now, he had paid his price.
"I did. But I've done it now."
Colin held out his hand which Drew took.
"Good luck man. You'll do great out there."
"Thanks, Mochrie."
"Colin."
"Thanks, Colin."
Drew then turned to Ryan. The man had looked out for him ever since Drew had stepped into Fracture. He felt like he owed him a lot.
"Thanks for everything Stiles. You made things a lot easier in here for me."
"It's cool, Carey. Take care of yourself."
"Bye Stiles."
"It's Ryan to you now."
Drew chuckled. He leaned to the door, beckoning Colin over. "You two are good together, You're so fucking weird that you fit perfect like, you know?" He drew back, Colin and Ryan smiled at each other.
"Well, I'm off. Bye Colin. Bye Ryan."
"See ya Drew."
"Good luck man."
As Drew walked past the row of cells for the last time, the other inmates cheered.
"GO DREW!"
"GOOD LUCK"
"DRINK A BEER FOR ME!"
Patterson desperately tried to restore order, but it was no use. Every inmate cheered, Brad and Chip jumped up and down with manic energy. The door slammed and Drew was gone.
"I'll miss the double portions." Ryan said.
"Me too. If Sessions is serving, I'm checking for poison."
Ryan chuckled and looked down at Colin. Drew was right. He would probably be spending the rest of his life here. But if it was with Colin, then it didn't matter. He wished for a minute that they could be out, living in a flat, spending the rest of their lives together properly. But he had to deal with what he had. He pressed a kiss to the side of Colin's head. Drew was out. He only hoped that he wouldn't be back in. He hoped, wildly, the same day he could be out.
"D'you ever think we'll get out?" He asked Colin.
"Well, I'm forty, and you're thirty eight. We both got another thirty five years before we're even considered for parole. By then, we'll still be in our seventies. I doubt we'll even want to get out by then."
"True."
They both walked back to Colin's bunk. Ryan sat down at the end, with his legs stretched out over the side. Colin lay along the bed, his head placed in Ryan's lap.
"I want to be out." Colin said.
"Me too." Ryan said, running fingers up and down Colin's arm.
"You won't get out," a dark voice said from outside their cell, "You faggots are in there for life." Patterson stood outside their cell, watching as Ryan continued stroking Colin's arm.
"Maybe so." Colin said. "But at least I've found someone in here who I can spend it with."
Patterson snorted. Ryan turned his head to look at him. There was no anger in his eyes, just a kind of pity. Colin was right. They had each other. Patterson had no-one. He felt almost sorry for him. Then he remember the way that Patterson had tortured Colin with the shock gun nearly a week ago, and he stopped. The man was a monster. He deserved to have no-one. Taking the look on Ryan's face as a warning, he walked away and left them alone.
"We've got to get out of here Col. It never bothered me before, but seeing Drew walk out, I need out of here."
"I know. We'll do it. We'll get out somehow."