15 comments/ 81601 views/ 92 favorites The Discovery: Prison Inmates By: poshbillionaire Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Copyright – Poshbillionaire 2010 Please let me know what you think...constructive criticism always please! Be gentle! CHAPTER ONE The warden made the best use of the surveillance cameras every single day. It was his entertainment in this godforsaken shit hole. But today he had more direct interests and he was going to make sure he enjoyed himself. "Ahh the little fiery one" the warden muttered with a low laugh as he circled Jamie, "You think the world has done you wrong eh? Oh we're going to do a lot more to you my dear. Teach you a very good lesson. You better pray your appeal goes pretty fast because I plan to break that little spirit of yours, bit by bloody bit" Jamie stared straight ahead as his clothes were ripped off by the burly prison officers, trying not to think at all. He stood stiffly as the warden and his leery officers, Beef, Jones and Squeak (as they were known by the inmates) pinched and prodded his body. "I would have shown you what it was to be fucked thoroughly by a man. If not for this bloody investigation going on" swore the warden as he stared at Jamie's genitals. The prison was being investigated on allegations about how it was run so he could not afford to have anything happen that could be connected directly to him and sex was one of those. Much as he would have loved to rip this fine young man in two and show him he was the king of this place. The small man almost fainted in relief, now realising the reason for his lawyer's anger at the prison he had been sent to. It was a miracle he needed to survive this place; he needed that appeal to go through so bad. God help him. The relief was short lived though for the warden continued. "Since we can't get our hands dirty, so to speak," that got a roar of laughter from Beef and Weeney "We're going to put it in someone's else's hands...say...one of your friends...say Ace Grimes for instance. I hear you two have some history already right. Get Ace to solitary, now!" he ordered "I'm gonna enjoy tonight, that's for sure. Next time you'll watch your mouth when you even hear my name" The officers rushed off, Jamie felt bile rise up his throat at the name mentioned and his hands curled into fists. Ace Grimes had tried to rape him twice now and his cellmate Roger had had to enlist his friends to help look out for his small cellmate all the time. He was forced to stay close to them all the time for that bastard seemed to know his every move. He could not believe the officers were going to offer him to Ace like a prize. "I'd rather die" he spat out viciously. The warden simply laughed for while. Then he stepped up to Jamie and punched him hard and fast twice in the gut. He crumpled to the ground, choking in pain and received three more kicks to his sides. "Oh you may just die alright, by the time Ace finishes with that ass of yours" Jamie stayed on the floor and tried to be invisible. His ribs hurt so bad he feared he may have cracked some. It looked like he really was going to die tonight. Jones had stayed behind to watch him and got his own kick in just as the other two guards scrambled back in. Squeak spoke in his telltale gratingly tiny voice. He sounded like a mouse with a cold, hence his name. "Err Boss" The warden who had sat back behind his massive desk, inclined his head in question, a frown creeping in. "Ace's been in some fight during lunch. He got stabbed in the leg. He's in the infirmary Boss, no chance of doing this one in tonight" Squeak finished, pointing at Jamie. After a lot of swearing and cursing, the warden got out of his chair calmly. He walked round the desk so he was facing his guards. "Find me someone to fuck this little bastard. And I mean now. Think. I'm not messing about" "Yes Boss" they all muttered, uncomfortable in their fear. Beef spoke up first, "What about Mr High and mighty." "Ah, the big one who keeps to himself. Thinks he's better than the rest of us" "You mean Foxton?" the warden knew who he was. He also hated his guts. Perfect. "Is he gay?" asked Squeak, thinking for a moment. "I'm not sure he is..." Warden laughed and rubbed his hands together gleefully "No he isn't. Even better. How could I have forgotten that pain in the ass? Thinks because he's got money he is a king in here. This will teach him, eh, kill two birds with one stone. Get him to solitary and no stories this time. Take this idiot over to solitary too, put them in together and come get me. We're gonna have some entertainment tonight, eh boys" "No stories Boss." Jamie's clothes were thrown back at him. He dressed slowly. His body ached. Jamie lay in the dark, his heart pounding like a sledge hammer. His side hurt much less now but he was shaking like a leaf. He had ignored the bed and was curled up at the far corner, taking comfort in the solid wall protecting his back. He waited. When the lights flashed on about 45 minutes later, he jumped in fright, blinded for a moment for even though it was quite dim still, he had been in there for a while in darkness. A huge man was dragged into the room by the three officers and dropped onto the bed. He sat up woozily for a minute to get his bearings. It was the tall handsome guy the inmates called the gentle giant. The few times Jamie had seen him he seemed to mind his own business and people respected him. He had even helped Jamie once with Ace, but he had seen them talking later so wasn't sure what the deal was. No friend of Ace was a friend of his, not that he wanted to be friends with a little man like him. He was also always staring at Jamie, which Jamie couldn't really complain about for he was always staring at him too. In fact the guy had caught him a few times to his embarrassment. If he was honest to himself, he knew he wouldn't have minded being friends with him, he had seemed...well...nice. Not any more though if he was replacing Ace. Aside from the fact that he was taller than Jamie by over a foot, he was lean and muscular and looked like he could crush Jamie with his fist alone. He was a bit scary to be honest, but a bit magnetic at the same time. And the way he stared...gave Jamie goose bumps for some strange reason. He'd never been around such a huge man before so maybe it was simply fascination. It didn't occur to him that there were a good number of men of that same height in the prison who did not have this effect on him. It seemed like he had been knocked out and was slowly coming to. Which was why it was so funny to Jamie that he asked if Jamie was okay. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" "I'm fine. You on the other hand, look like a wounded deer in that corner. Your eyes are all hollow and one of them seems to be bleeding as well" "I've been worse" Jamie muttered, staying where he was but wiping away the blood from the small cut on the side of his left eye. It was mostly dry so he guessed it had stopped bleeding now thankfully. His hands tightened around his legs as he took in the size of the man in the bed. He looked about Jamie's height sitting down, Jamie being only 5"2. Oh God. This was not happening. He didn't need this. He had already been in solitary for a week now for speaking back to the warden and he couldn't believe that was not enough punishment for the bastard. The man frowned at his reaction to him but decided to keep his distance. The poor little man actually looked afraid. Of him. What was that about? He left him alone, deciding to wait and hear what that idiot warden had to say. He just knew in his gut that it wasn't good. The man hated his guts, he knew that much. No one in here who had money and didn't throw it around towards him was treated badly. He just wanted to be left alone to do his time and get on with his life. The heavy door was unlocked and slammed open. The burly warden walked in, puffing smoke from his pipe. The two men cringed. "Hello Mr High and mighty..." he addressed the bigger man in the bed. " Got something I need you to do for me. And let's be clear, refuse and you stay here for as long as it takes" "What the fuck do you want now, you slimy bastard" The officers approached the huge man automatically and he got a good number of blows for his words. He was on the floor writhing in pain by the time the warden signalled for a stop. He bent over, pipe in mouth and grabbed the man by the hair so hard that his neck snapped back. "See that pretty little boy over there...? Now you are going to fuck him for my entertainment tonight and whenever. Understand..." "Fuck you" the man spat at him, "I'm not gay" "Precisely why this will be my entertainment" "And if I don't?" "Ohhhh, lets see...starve you both in here till you fuck or die, whichever comes first. Need I say more...Better still, if you waste my fucking time tonight I'll get both your dicks cut off and fed to the guard dogs so you'll have no choice but to be a faggot. I'll simply say you both were trying to escape and the dogs got you" The huge man took a deep breath, realising the warden was serious about this bullshit. "Is this about money? Because if it is I'll get..." "Oh we're way beyond that now sweetheart. You had your chance. No one fucks with me and gets away with it. Look at it this way, you're going to be my personal faggots" He stared at them for a while, eyes brimming with senseless unadulterated hatred. "You choose. Remember, I'll be watching..." With that he walked out of the room, pointing to the camera above them and leaving a streak of smoke in his wake. They were quite for a while; both could hear each other breathing heavily. This was going to be a long night. "I'm Rhys. What's your name?" "Jamie" "Are you gay? "NO!" "Calm down tiny, neither am I" he turned to face Jamie, unconsciously using the nickname he had given him since the first day he saw him. He had been meaning to stand up and go to him but the way the little man jumped in fright he decided to just face him first. "We need to talk about this" He finally got to see the little man's face clearly, noting with a jump in his heart beat that it was the new guy with the silver gray eyes. The tiny creature with those beautiful silver gray eyes. He couldn't believe himself when he felt a spark of excitement. God, he had been in here too long. "There's nothing to talk about. Don't you fucking come near me" "Jamie, I'm not the enemy here" "I don't give a shit what you are. Just stay away from me" "You know it's just sex right?" "Fuck you" "It's no big deal...You have had sex before right...?"At Jamie's incredulous look, "I guess that's a yes" "Not with a man" "Good, neither have I. Nor have I ever felt the inclination to. But this is a matter of life and death. Or life and dicklessness. I know the warden, he will do it." There was no reply. "Jamie?" "Fuck you. You're not touching me!" "You wanna die here then? I can see from your eyes that you have already been here sometime. Your hair's limp and your skin is even paler than before" "Than before...? Do you know me? "I've seen you around. You're the new guy Ace is going crazy over aren't you?" "What? Is that what I'm known as? Good God...So Ace is a friend of yours then?" "No friend of mine. We just have a truce, he stays out of my business and I stay out of his" "Lucky you he doesn't want to fuck you then" "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Your friends protect you don't they?" Rhys knew they did, for he had made sure of that. Jamie knew he knew, for the only time he had heard him talk was when he had overheard Rhys telling his cellmate Roger to that they needed to watch him more after he had received a bad blow from Ace when he was passing by him in the fields. It was Rhys that had prevented Ace from doing more that day but his friends had scrambled around and taken over before he could acknowledge the help. His sullen mood did not allow him do it now either. "Yeah, when they can. But this place...it's only just a matter of time..." "No need to be so pessimistic" "Really? And the position we're in right this moment is something to be happy about is it? "I agree it's not the best situation. But it's just sex Jamie" "You know what? You can think what you like. I don't care, just stay away from me. Simple as that" "You're not being rational. We're going to starve to death or lose our dicks, you know that's exactly what the warden wants right? I've seen what he can do believe me, he will do it. You're already all beaten up and have been in here some days, soon you won't even have the strength to do move let alone have sex. Is that what you want? To die here by your own hand?" Jamie said nothing but just ran his small hands through his hair. They were shaking badly and Rhys noticed. The small man was really shit scared about this. "I'm sorry, I really can't do this" "How old are you Jamie?" "Why?" Rhys shrugged without answering. "Are you checking if I'm legal?" "Are you?" "Would that make a difference to you?" "Definitely" Rhys watched in amusement as Jamie considered this, which alone would have given him away if not that Rhys already knew he couldn't be less than 25. The prison didn't take anyone below that age anyway. He laughed softly, watching the little cutie deliberate with his thoughts still. "Still thinking of what age to use? You may be cute and tiny but you're most definitely older than 18 Jamie. This isn't a young offenders prison remember? I've saved you the lie you were trying to cook up" "I am not cute and I was not trying to cook up anything. And I'm 25 by the way" "Okay but you agree you're tiny then?" Rhys smirked "But not cute? You know you look a great deal younger than 25, so you have to be cute, don't you think" "Fuck you. Just because you have an over active thyroid gland doesn't make me cute" Immediately the words left his mouth, Jamie was a bit frightened that he had gone too far. "Mmmh, is that what it is..." Rhys laughed more, running his hand through his hair and shifting slightly on the bed. He shook with mirth as Jamie watched his actions like a hawk, looking like he wanted to disappear into himself. This was going to be a really long night. "I'm 29...." "What?" He was so afraid Rhys was going to get mad at him a moment ago that he was trying to enter into himself. He didn't understand what he was saying and tried to focus. "29...29 years old..." "Oh..." "Are you okay? You sound a bit strange" "I'm fine, just stay the fuck away" "I'm not Ace Grimes you know..." "I don't want to talk about Ace Grimes if you don't mind. I'm sick of talking about him" "I can imagine" "No you can't imagine what it's like. You can't even begin to imagine what it's like for someone to actively try to rape you on a daily basis so don't even say that to me. And I don't need your sympathy thank you very much" "I'm sorry" Rhys muttered, half to himself. His silence somehow infuriated Jamie the more. "What the fuck is wrong with everybody in this place and sex anyway? I don't get it?" Rhys laughed softly, still watching him "How long you been in here?" "Four horrific months so far...and counting" "I think it gets more difficult with time. The longer you been in here, the more you want it" "How...how long have you been in here?" "About thirteen months to date..." "That's pretty short, considering you practically rule the place" "I do? I didn't realise that? Where did you get that idea from? I do not rule anyone. I just mind my business and get people to stay out of my way that's all" "Call it what you like" Jamie knew he was being rude, but he didn't care right now."So what are you in for?" "Drunk driving. 2 years to spend" He didn't say anymore and Jamie didn't push it. "That's all?" Jamie was shocked...and a little more comfortable now. He sat up a bit. Rhys noticed the change with some amusement. "What, you thought I was a murderer or something? It's because of my size right? That's okay, I get that all the time in here. It saves me from hassle most of the time so I'm happy with it." "Sorry..." "Don't worry about it" Rhys chuckled softly "What about you? What you in here for?" "Fraud...I was framed by someone at work. My solicitors are appealing and I'm hoping to get out soon. I wasn't even supposed to come to this kind of prison. Something about no spaces..." "Yeah, me too...I guess we have more in common than we thought. We're not hardened criminals..." "Are you trying to soften me up? Cos if you are it's not going to work..." Rhys laughed, lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Despite his height and muscle he moved gracefully. He was barefoot and had the nicest long toes Jamie had ever seen. He guessed the fingers would be pretty much the same, long, tapered and slim. Not that he was thinking about it. "You're letting him have power over you. You know that right? We would have been done by now and it would have been over with." "Really? So you're a one minute man then?" Rhys shook with mirth, this tiny man was so hilarious it was adorable "Far from it. Wanna give me a try?" Nice rumbling laugh, Jamie thought to himself. "Fuck you" Jamie said out loud. "You're evading the issue you know..." "What issue?" "He has power over you because he knows you're afraid of having sex with – " "I am not afraid of anything!" Jamie yelled in anger. There was a tremor in his voice. "Well for one thing, you're afraid of me" "No I am not!" "Then why are you huddled up in the corner?" "Fuck you, this has nothing to do with you. I am not afraid of you in any way. Jesus! What is wrong with you people?" Rhys stood up without another word and swiftly approached Jamie in the corner. He stood in front of the little man and grabbed his shoulders, hoisting him up to his feet. Jamie stifled back a gasp of fear and cursed himself for trying to be big mouthed at a time like this. Rhys looked into the silver eyes for a second before they were torn away as Jamie tried to escape his grasp. He wrapped his large arms round the small body that only came up to his belly and easily lifted Jamie into his arms so they were face to face. Rhys marvelled at the tininess of him, God, he was practically weightless. He would definitely have to handle him with care. Jamie fought the instinct to wrap his legs round Rhys' waist, letting them hang limply as the bigger man strode over to the bed with him. He didn't put him down though but sat down and hiked Jamie's legs along each side of him so Jamie was straddling him like a woman. This time Jamie was unable to stop the gasp that escaped his throat. Firm hands remained wrapped round his back so he couldn't get off. Rhys held him there, their noses almost touching, Jamie stiff as a board in his arms, eyes wide with fear but not focusing. He was so afraid right now. "Breathe Jamie" He remained stiff still. Rhys pressed their foreheads together "Breathe..." "I don't plan to hurt you Jamie, far from it...you need to relax and breathe. Please..." At last Jamie took a deep shuddering breath, closing his eyes at the effort it took and trying to concentrate on calming himself. Rhys realised what had been nagging him about this tiny man, he was so damned beautiful. It was in that moment that Rhys began to kiss him. He kissed the cut above his eye, kissed his creased worrying forehead, kissed the hollows he had noticed under those beautiful slanted eyes, kissed the pert little nose that Ace had tried to break the week before but had not succeeded, then kissed the cut on his lower lip. The last kiss brought out another gasp and an attempt to escape from the strong arms. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Copyright -- Poshbillionaire 2010 Sorry for the delay guys, I tend to keep tweaking my writing constantly and can never be satisfied that it's ready to go...but here goes! Feedback welcomed as always!!! CHAPTER TWO The next day, rollcall turned out to be incorrect for some reason and brought the whole prison to a stand still. All the prisoners were kept in their cells till everyone was accounted for all over again; this as usual took forever as the prison guards were now afraid something was amiss. Even after the rollcall was painstakingly repeated, the warden was wary so he decided to keep everyone in place for the rest of the day. Food was taken round the wings by the guards and those inmates with the highest grade, mostly the old trusted ones like Old Cole, lifers and such. This didn't stop the news of what had happened between the two men from spreading like wild fire, in fact it made it easier. The guards talked a lot you see, amongst other things and before long there were whispers going from cell to cell all day long. The news was no big deal in the confines of HMP Margan; in fact it happened every other day there. But it seemed like this time was different for it was all the inmates could talk about. Mostly it was because it was Jamie and Rhys; being the guy Ace the prison terror himself wanted at all costs and the other the guy Ace was subtly fighting for power with within these walls. Everyone knew that this was going to blow up big time once Ace got out of the infirmary. There was a lot of excitement for that reason alone. And they were so right. Ace was mad. Unbelievably mad. He was growling in the infirmary and struggling to get off the bed even with the throbbing pain in his leg, making for the guard who bore the news. He was red in the face and his thick neck was almost bursting with protruding veins in his rage."What did you just say?" "Jamie is out of solitary" "That's not what I meant you bastard" The guard was gloating as he gave the news in more detail. "Last night Rhys was brought in to replace you with the small lad Jamie. Since you were busy in here, we were forced to find someone else. The boss was happy to go with Mr High and Mighty" "How could he replace me? What the fuck did he need that bastard for!" "Well, Rhys replaced you in fucking Jamie for the night..." "Why didn't the ward' just save him for me, he knows Jamie's mine..." Ace growled. "The warden needed Jamie sorted out once and for all man. You know how he can get when he's mad and Jamie got him real mad that day, twice for that matter. Calm down Ace, you lost out plain and simple" The guard known as Squeak muttered "If you hadn't been fighting as usual you woulda had your chance at him. It would've been perfect for you man. Too bad. Maybe next time" "Are you fucking kidding me?" Squeak was a bit scared of Ace to be honest but was always able to hold his ground when he was not the only guard around. The infirmary was full of them with two at Ace's room door so he knew he was safe enough. Even Ace was reminded of this when the two huge guards came in menacingly. He settled back in bed, flinging the tray of food on his bedside table to the floor, still in a rage for the simple reason that he knew the two men were his match, maybe even more so if they had specialist training which some of the guards did. He was a big man, a bit shorter than Rhys by just two inches but as broad as a weight lifter. This made him even more menacing added to the fact that he had tattoos over his entire torso of dark vicious looking creatures. His face always seemed to be angry and the dark tattoo covering the left side of his face did not help matters. He bared his teeth so many times in his frequent rages that people began to suspect he thought he was a lion or something. The only thing even remotely appealing on that face was not his in the real sense. It was his teeth, flashing bright white pearly whites that he boasted he had got off a dentist who owed him money. He was in prison for manslaughter, attempted murder and rape so his character as a whole was not surprising to anyone. From time immemorial he had always had his pick of the newbies; always cornered them anywhere he liked and messed them up pretty bad. The warden was in his payroll to a certain extent (even though the warden still did what he liked most of the time) so he tended to get away with a lot. The warden didn't give a shit what he did to the fellow inmates as long as it did not come back to him. He didn't give a shit about the inmates full stop. "So did he? Did Rhys fuck him?" Squeak laughed, irritatingly. "Oh he fucked him alright, fucked him good. Had the little shit screaming the place down and not in pain too. Good Lord. The volume couldn't go low enough to drown those moans. Men, it was something. The boss was so pissed that they enjoyed it so much he almost broke the damn TV. He doesn't even want to hear their names now. Guess it didn't work out as he had planned or something. I know I was shocked. You should have seen them at it man, it was like they had been doing it all their lives. It was good viewing I tell you and I'm straight so that's saying something" If Ace had not been so outraged, he would've said it served the warden right for overlooking him and giving Rhys his place. But all he could think of was that Rhys had taken what was his. What the fuck??? "That rat was mine to break in! This is fucked up; I'm going to have to kill someone!" His eyes gleamed evilly, glazing over. Squeak decided it was time to go. He took his leave walking backwards. He did not trust this man as far as he could throw him and he wasn't about to take any chances. Ace looked like a madman, God help that Jamie boy when Ace got a hold of him. For some warped reason, the fact that Jamie had eluded him for this long made him even more desirable to Ace. Now that Rhys had had him, he wanted him even more. That pretty little sucker was his. He needed to speak to the warden. -------------------- Stuck in their cells, the two men who had just shared an unexpectedly magical night together were left with their thoughts. Jamie had told his friends cellmate Roger and neighbours Old Cole, Lazlo and Simon about it as sparingly as possible; he however did not mention that they had made love of their own accord all through the rest of the night. That he kept to himself. So did Rhys. Not that he had anyone to tell at the moment for he had a cell all to himself. Not a lot of people knew that. Money talks afterall. As far as he was concerned what happened that night was between him and Jamie and was no one else's business. His messages had been delivered in good time and the orders had arrived through the underground network as expected. It was such a wonder what money could do in these parts, everything worked in your favour once you had some to throw around. And he had a lot. He was a millionaire many times over, starting when he hit the big time as a model and designer Rio Jacque's muse at sixteen; then a software breakthrough when he was twenty three and a lucky stint into acting when he was 25 which had blown wider than he had ever thought possible. Now he was into producing movies and going strong with his trusty software engineering. The acting was on hold for now, it had never really been his thing anyway. A bad day at work had led him here, that along with too much alcohol and a fast car. It was stupid really. He knew he should have used his chauffeur that night but he had not been thinking straight. The director had messed up the budget for his sci-fi flick and they were out of time as a result. He laughed at himself now when he remembered it, to think that the loss of a few million had caused him to get a criminal record and waste some years of his life in this place. It had taught him something though, money meant nothing and he would never let it rule his life again. At least he hadn't killed the young lady he had hit, thank God. That would have been the worst thing to have on his conscience. He could live with a criminal record, that he could do, but not with having killed someone. He had hurt her really bad though but thankfully she had now made a full recovery. He had not touched a drink since. Now he just took things easy. His lawyer and staff visited every other day, for life and work continued as normal and in his business there was always something or the other that needed his attention. Rhys had no one special in his life, had not had one in a long time; which was just as well with the Jamie issue as he did not have to make any confessions to anyone or feel guiltier than he already did. After putting the packages away, he lay on his bunk, trying to read a magazine so he would not think about Jamie but he was unable to. It was strange how one single night could change his conception of his entire life. He was beginning to question himself, every male friend he had ever had. Had there been something there that he had not realised? Surely he would have known? He knew he had liked Jamie when he first saw him, but he never identified it as anything other than friendship. But now, after last night, he was at a loss. He was not gay! He had nothing against gay people, but he had never seen himself as one. Hell, he had had his share of women and he knew for a fact that he loved sex with them. But with Jamie, that sex...was something else. He had never lost control of himself like that before, it was incredible, like he could have gone on forever. He had scrutinized himself so much already, trying to see if there was an attraction to men that he had missed all these years. Hard as he tried, he felt no different. There were no stirrings whatsoever. Except with Jamie. He got a hard on just thinking about him, how Jamie made him laugh, how he responded to his touch, how he screamed in pleasure, how ecstatic it was to be inside him, sliding out and back into that tightness, how his small legs had gripped his waist, how choked his voice went when he was about to come. And that mouth, that delicious mouth. And his eyes. God he could go on forever... He had never thought sex with a man could be so beautiful. He had never thought he would ache for a man this way. It was like he was on a drug. He had never thought of a man as beautiful until he met Jamie. He had never met anyone like him. He made him feel strange inside, different but really really good. All he could think about was that he wanted to lose control more, like the way he had with the tiny beauty. He wanted Jamie. He didn't know how or why but he wanted Jamie. He could just imagine having the little man in his house, sleeping hidden in the sheets of his massive custom made bed. So tiny and perfect in the giant bed. The sight of it. He closed his eyes with a sigh. He really needed to stop this. He was simply not gay; he had just been in here too long. Just like he had told Jamie that night; the longer you are in here, the harder it gets. Yeah, that was it. He wondered how Jamie was doing. ------------------------------ The little man on the other hand was in a daze. Thankful for the bunk arrangement so Roger lying above him could not see him, he curled up in his bunk and tried not to think. Roger was talking to him and he kept making appropriate sounds in reply so he would think he was paying attention. He was grateful for the confusion today for he had been dreading having to face Rhys again, feeling like he did. What if Rhys thought he was a freak for screaming like a woman? He was not. He could not believe how last night had gone. The last thing that he had expected was the enjoyment of it all. He had felt like he was in heaven. Nothing in his entire life had been like that, nothing had prepared him for that, each time he closed his eyes he could see Rhys over him, feel his large arms holding him tight, feel the maddeningly heady moistness of Rhys' mouth, feel the heat of Rhys' stare as he fucked him, feel Rhys' thick cock inside him, long and deep and hot, feel that fire burning through his whole body. He felt so ashamed that he ached for that man to touch him still, to be inside him like that. How could he have enjoyed it so much, how could he have begged for more like a wanton? He was a man, wasn't he? So why did he feel like he was losing his maleness? Why did he feel like he wanted to let go and give it all to Rhys? Wasn't it women who gave themselves to men? Even now he was sore as hell but deep down he knew he wanted more. More of the man that caused that soreness. Even just sleeping in his arms had felt so good. Too good. He was not meant to enjoy it, any of it. It should all have been lacklustre, to be forgotten. It was meant to replace the pain and terror that Ace would've caused him. He had been grateful that it had not been Ace but now he was beginning to wonder if the agony Ace would've caused him would have not been better than this desperate confusion. At least he would have been in hospital by now secure in the knowledge that he wanted no man to come near him ever again, not feeling like he was a wanton. A shiver of fear and disgust went through him and he curled up tighter in his bed. Who was he kidding? He would have died if Ace had so much as touched him. There was no way he would have gotten back from that. Rhys was nothing like him. He closed his eyes and subconsciously his body relaxed. Rhys was...joy. He stayed that way for a while remembering it all. It was shortlived though for tears soon stung his eyes as shame returned. Oh God, he thought painfully, he was truly going out of his mind. It should not be affecting him this way. He was grateful for the disruption keeping them indoors today, it was like an answer to he prayer he didn't know he wanted to pray. Screaming like a woman? Who did that? Nothing had prepared him for what that man did to him all through that night. Nothing in his experience compared to it. It was like he had been excluded from this wonder all his life and was just getting a look in. He had loved every minute. He wanted more. He hated himself for it. This should not be happening to him, he should not even be in this damned prison. He was simply meant to be awaiting his appeal in an open prison, one where he would not be threatened. Some bad stroke of luck once again had put him in the wrong place at the wrong time when there were no spaces in any of the open prisons in the country. He had been told then that it was temporary but now it seemed like they had all but forgotten him in here, saying that the open prisons were still full. He had thought his world had ended when he was arrested for fraudulently embezzling money from his firm's accounts. Apparently there was an offshore account in his name. In his name? Imagine that? He that never had anything to do with the company's accounts, he was simply one of the PR people in the firm, why would anyone want to frame him? How could he possibly have taken 5 million pounds? He had no idea the firm had that kind of money in the first place much less him having the access to be able to steal it. He had thought no one would believe the incredible story but like the police and the judge, Carrie his girlfriend had. No support there, she had systematically dropped him like he was hot from the moment she heard about it. Without an explanation, just like that. Cleared out his apartment too on his arrest from what he heard. It was not like he loved her or anything, he just thought she had more respect for him, for their relationship. It was clear she had just been waiting for a reason to leave. That would teach him to carry on a relationship with someone he did not love and who did not love him for the best of two years. Such a waste that was. Now his appeal was taking forever, it seemed whomever it was that actually took the money was moving it around, so it was obviously not him seeing that he was stuck in jail and all. Not that the judge gave a shit. They needed proof. He knew his lawyer was working his ass off with the investigation, he just had to wait. He had no choice anyway; anything was better than serving five years for something he didn't do. A colleague had framed him, his girlfriend had dumped him, he was imprisoned, put in the wrong jail and now this. Like he did not have enough problems to deal with. He needed to be getting his life back together, not have it fall apart even more. This could not be happening. What had Rhys done to him to make him like their lovemaking so much? Jamie cringed as the thought flashed through his mind. Lovemaking? Had he marked him? No that was silly, it was not like he hadn't been there all through. Well he had been practically out of his mind so who knew what had happened. Drugs? That was silly and impossible. He was going crazy; no way Rhys didn't do something to his mind. Or his body. Something. He pulled up his jumper and was searching his torso and arms for scars, needle marks, anything when Roger leaned over and looked down at him, shaking his head in amusement. "You didn't hear a word I just said did you?" Jamie looked up in embarrassment, pulling down his jumper and trying to smile. "Sorry" Thankfully the food trolley came through just then so Roger's mind was diverted from asking Jamie what was worrying him. Roger was a food person. Much to Jamie's relief. ----------------------------------- The next day, the news was still going round endlessly. It was frustrating. There was word that Ace was out of the infirmary so there was soon to be drama. Rhys just hoped Jamie was not bugged out about all the teasing and hooting, he certainly looked like it, always leaving an area if he came there and not talking to him. Not even a hello. He wouldn't even look up. Rhys picked up the things he ordered for Jamie from his cell after lunch and this time deliberately sought Jamie out. He was sitting with his usual crowd and watching the basketball game. His heart lifted as he watched the small beautiful man. Jamie was so expressive, his silver eyes lighting up with every good throw made by the team he supported. He looked so adorable when he put his small hands around his mouth to hoot. Adorable? He tore his eyes away and took a deep breath to calm himself, laughing internally at himself because this was something he never did with women. He had never needed courage of any sort. Now he did. He walked up to where Jamie was seated with his friends and said hello to all of them and from the expressions on all their faces, not as subtle as they thought; he knew they all knew about the solitary. He also noticed that Jamie seemed to shrink into himself as he had approached. Probably wanted to disappear right now. Probably embarrassed out of his skin. To give him time to compose himself, Rhys stood to the side to chat with Old Cole for a minute and just as he thought, Jamie tried to sneak away. "Hey Jamie. I need to talk to you for a minute okay. Could you wait a bit?" "Okay" Jamie muttered red as a beetroot. He sat back beside Roger who nudged him playfully about to start teasing him. "Don't even start Roger" He waited till Rhys was engrossed in conversation then stood up, ignoring Roger's smirk. He came down past the podium as quietly as he could, shaking hands tucked in his pockets to hide his nervousness. It took all of Roger's strength to keep from laughing out loud as the small man rushed away. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 02 Rhys finished up his business with Old Cole who just couldn't resist. "You took care of my boy that night I see" Rhys laughed at this. "I did my best..." "Oh you did your best alright, that and much more. Did you see how hard he was blushing a second ago. You did see that didn't you?" "Come on Cole, you know that's just embarrassment. With everyone talking about it what do you expect" He went a bit pink himself but Old Cole said nothing. Old Cole thought about this for a while, smiling to himself. "I guess you may be right..." Rhys patted his back, signalling he was off. "Just don't tease him too much about it okay, it's hard enough for him as it is. I'll see you later" "Don't worry; we'll take care of him. You know that" Rhys turned and looked up to where Jamie was sitting. He raised his eyebrows as he realised Jamie was nowhere in sight. Roger shrugged apologetically and Rhys turned round just in time to see Jamie heading briskly across the field. He went after him in amusement. He could walk without making a sound and most people did not realise that, Jamie included. Which was why he was shocked out of his skin to see Rhys watching him leaning breathlessly against the wall that framed the field on the way to carpentry. He practically jumped out of his skin. "Jesus!" Jamie yelped in fright. "Rhys!" Rhys laughed softly, tilting his head a little. "Did I scare you Tiny?" "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack!" "I apologise" Handsome bastard, deep rumbling voice dripping with sarcasm and smiling one sided. So damned handsome. So cute. "But you shouldn't run off when someone asks to speak to you..." "For your information I didn't run off. And I don't have to do anything because 'someone' asks me to" Jamie spat as venomously as he could manage and looked away. Rhys was not cute. Not to him anyway. "Ahhh. So what did you do out there then? Tell me to meet you here for some necking?" That cute one-sided smile again. Jamie spluttered at his shocking words and went red in the face. He was about to protest that he had no such intention when Rhys threw his head back and laughed. "I don't see how that is funny Rhys" More laughter, rumbling and infectious laughter. Jamie had to fight the twitches that threatened to escape his lips. "You ran away Jamie" "I did no...you can think whatever you like" The laughter was suddenly gone and Rhys went all serious. "You didn't need to run from me tiny" his voice had now changed, becoming impossibly deeper, huskier, sending immediate tingles down Jamie's spine. "I said I wasn't running..." Jamie found his heart was beating faster. "I know you said that, you told me already remember? I'm sure I heard you the first time" Jamie hated this tone of voice, it was doing things to him, things he did not want. At least he didn't think he did. "We need to talk..." Rhys stepped closer. Jamie stepped way back, breathless for some reason. "You stay away...I've got nothing to say to you. Just leave me alone" his voice was shaking and he hated it. He felt so weak already and Rhys had not even touched him. What was wrong with him?" "We should talk about that night tiny..." "Don't call me tiny!" Jamie managed to look up for a second in his anger, silver eyes flashing. "Why not?" Jamie is surprised at this question and had no idea what to say. "Because..." he mumbles, Rhys raising his eyebrows as he waits. "Just because..." He fought the urge to cover his burning face as he blushed madly. God what was with the blushing? "Just because? That's not good enough. Now I really like calling you that because you are so much smaller than I am and so...And since you have no reason for me to stop then I shall keep calling you that till you have one. Or maybe you do like it when I call you that but you don't want to admit that you do..." He had almost told Jamie he thought he was beautiful. This control thing was fast eluding him it seemed. Why did he want this little creature so much? What was it about him that all the women in his life didn't have? "Don't flatter yourself!" Rhys said nothing, just stared into those beautiful eyes. Jamie gulped and looked away for he could clearly see Rhys' desire as he stared at him, raw and blatant. His body tingled more. Oh God. "How you feeling?" Rhys finally spoke through the heated tension. His voice sounded so good. This huge man was like a minefield to his system. "I'm fine" Jamie answered abruptly, blushing again for he knew what Rhys was asking. "Jamie..." "I really don't want to talk about that night..." "Fine. Let's walk then" "Where?" Rhys didn't reply but walked past him. For some reason, Jamie found himself following him despite internally cursing himself for doing so. They kept walking, past the main carpentry building itself to an open but quiet shaded area where the carpentry was done before the main one was erected a few years back. It was empty most of the time now as it was used for storage. It was also very private. Jamie's heart began to pound in his chest so damned fast he thought he would faint. "What are we doing here?" Jamie's voice was shaking, "Rhys, I..." "Calm down. I'm not going to pounce on you. I've got you something that you need to use" Jamie frowned but relaxed a little and followed him. When they got to the old carpentry building Rhys sat down astride a bench and indicated that Jamie do the same. He cursed himself for forgetting as Jamie gingerly sat down sideways but said nothing. The smaller man was embarrassed enough as it was. He also looked so incredibly kissable at this very moment. Rhys shook his head a bit and pulled out a small package from his pocket. He watched the small man for a minute; his head was lowered and he was looking at his slowly shuffling feet. "You're kinda different you know. Quieter maybe...not as much cheekiness..." Jamie looked up and blinked, still not facing Rhys though. "Yeah," he said in resignation, "It'll do that to you" "What will do that to you?" Rhys perked up, hoping to lighten the air and chat a bit. "Rhys I already said..." "Okay, so first you wouldn't have sex with me now you wouldn't even talk to me. Is this becoming a habit? Are you going to refuse me everything I ask you for then?" "You know that is not even funny" Jamie said quietly, "At all" Rhys thought he saw a hint of a smile on Jamie's face but he wasn't sure as Jamie wouldn't look at him. Shy beauty. "Not on any level. Rhys, I really haven't got the strength for this right now" "I didn't hurt you...you know...that night did I?" No answer came from the small form, no movement to acknowledge he had asked a question, "Tiny, answer me, come on. Tell me that at least..." Jamie buried his head in his hands and ran his hands through his hair erratically, effectively messing it up in his nervousness. "You know very well that you didn't hurt me so why are you bringing it up? Do you just want to rub it in? To gloat right, is that it? You want to have a laugh at my expense!" Rhys is shocked at where his simple question had been taken. "What are you talking about...having a laugh? Why would you think I would gloat? Come on tiny, relax" he said, reaching out to touch Jamie arm to calm him. "It was an honest question, I tried to be gentle but I know I'm big -- " "Don't fucking touch me!" Jamie gasped, jumping away. He closed his eyes tightly and breathed hard. He didn't understand himself anymore. Rhys is stunned at this and immediately jerked his hand back. They sat like that for a while, both trying to calm down, hearts pounding painfully at the unexpected outburst. Jamie did not know what came over him just then, he just knew being so close to Rhys so soon was a bit too overwhelming for him. He could feel Rhys' eyes on him and that did not help his heart rate in the least. He was acting so childishly, he knew that much. Rhys did not need to be gentle with him that night but he had and here he was acting like an idiot. An ungrateful idiot for that matter. Even if being in his presence affected him so much, he could at least be civil. "I'm s...sorry Rhys. I don't know what came over me" he whispered, "I didn't mean to yell like that. I'm just not ready to go over that..." He couldn't even finish his sentence much less look up. Rhys said nothing, a bit at a loss himself. It was not like he did this all the time. Hell he had never even done this before in all the time he had been in prison. He was just trying to make sense of it all himself. It was no wonder it was so difficult for Jamie, at least he had had a bit of control that night, hadn't he? Jamie on the other hand had been forced to submit to him. And however much pleasure he might have given him that night, he had to remember that the small man had not wanted it. God it hurt just to think about that. He handed the package to Jamie quietly. Jamie looked at it quizzically for a bit as if trying to decipher what was in it without opening it up. He gave up after a minute and tore open the wrapping; he looked at the contents and was unable to decipher what they were or what they were to be used for. "I'm sorry I don't know what this is" "You need it to clean yourself" "What do you mean, clean myself? Clean myself of what? I don't understand" A very big frown creased Jamie's forehead. "Of my come that may still be left inside you..." It was the best he could do since he hadn't used protection. Not that he had a choice at the time. "Oh..."Jamie was speechless for once, all red again. He stared down at the strange items with no idea what to do with them. There were no directions for that had been confiscated for some reason on its journey into the prison. Rhys moved slowly, sliding over till he was by his side and began to explain how he was to use them. They both blushed at the sight of the miniature tube obviously of lubricant but Rhys said it was to be used if the cleaning was uncomfortable. "I planned to give it to you yesterday but with the lockdown all day long there was no way that could happen, especially as I wanted to hand it to you myself. I didn't want anyone else to do it, being this private and all. We have enough talk as it is. Make sure you use it today alright. And very little water. Okay?" Jamie nodded shyly and they packed the pieces back into the packet, their fingers brushing. Jamie caught his breath at the minimal contact and Rhys was suddenly filled with that overwhelming need to kiss him so bad that he snatched his hand away like he had been scorched. Jamie stood up awkwardly and squeezed the package into his pocket. He still wouldn't look at Rhys. There was so much tension in the air it crackled. As Rhys stood up, he noticed the tube was still on the bench and so he picked it up stepping in Jamie's way with ease. Jamie stiffened at this but relaxed when Rhys held up the tube. It was short lived though because Rhys bypassed his out held hand and slid the tube deep into Jamie's pocket. The trousers he had on seemed about two sizes too large or more. Obviously the prison didn't have any in his small size or something. They effectively hid the beautiful lean hips Rhys knew so well. God, they were practically begging to be ripped off. Subconsciously, his large hand flattened against Jamie's thigh just by his groin once it entered the pocket. Jamie gasped but found he could not pull away, Rhys' warm hand felt so good. He hated himself so. No words, no sound could be heard in the air around, just each other. Rhys' other hand slipped into the other pocket and mimicked his other hand. Small hands came up to Rhys' chest and squeezed the sweatshirt tight. Relief surged through Jamie when the torturous hands slid out of his pockets and this caused him to loosen his grip on Rhys' sweatshirt, spreading his fingers over the heaving chest and unknowingly sending a shiver through it. The large hands reacted immediately to this stimulation, long fingers sliding back down but towards the small back instead and down into his waistband. Jamie's shocked face fell into Rhys' chest as he tried not to cry out. He groaned into that chest as Rhys' fingers started kneading his buttocks slowly and knowingly, squeezing the taut cheeks together, making Jamie remember, long and ache for Rhys to be within his flesh again. He hissed through his teeth in an effort to control the sounds that he was afraid he was making. Jamie began to grind into Rhys, subconsciously enjoying the heated erection searing high up on his belly. Rhys pressed him harder against him, his fierce kneading lifting the small man off his feet so he was balancing partly with his feet on top of Rhys' and even then on tiptoe. Jamie practically screamed when two index fingers slid between his cheeks and brushed over his sphincter, bringing back the memory, the hunger of their night of passion to the fore. So much for his control, he ached so bad for Rhys. He was whimpering helplessly as Rhys lowered himself, his hands going down with him and taking Jamie's trousers down as well. Jamie shivered as air hit his aching erection that was so hard it strained against his belly, an angry purple. His track downs off, the strong hands returned to position, this time going down from between his thighs and up that way. "God Rhy...nnghhhh..." A burning tongue lapped at the underside of his throbbing dick, once, twice, curled round the domed head and then swallowed him whole as the fingers kneaded and gripped and hoisted him up. He gasped in shock as his weakening feet left the ground. Oh dear God. Rhys was standing up with him like this, deep in his throat, dragging him up against the carpentry shed wall. The excitement increased and bubbled faster through his small body as he was taken higher in the air and he curled over Rhys' back in ecstasy at the steady deep throating. He could feel Rhys' wet throat suctioning around him, his tongue heavy yet light as it teased all around his engorgement sending shocks of blinding pleasure though his system. Every now and then Rhys' would withdraw, slide down his length to suck on his balls and then engulf him again. "Ohhh Fuck...God...fuckk...Rhy...please..." He began begging but he had no idea what for. It was heaven. Rhys was enjoying himself, basking in the pleasure he was causing this tiny man, he was sure Jamie had no idea he had spread his thighs high and wide open for him such that Rhys' shoulders slammed against them as he bobbed repeatedly on that hot slick cock. He longed to take him completely and fill him with his seed like he had that first night but this was not the time or place. Balancing Jamie with one hand cupping his buttocks and his shoulders crushing the small wide flung thighs in place, he began to stroke himself at short intervals as he swirled his tongue and sucked. He was on the edge in no time and wanted Jamie to go over it with him. Grabbing Jamie's little bum with both hands again, he lifted off the now wet cock with a plop from the tightness of his suction and went lower, lapping furiously at the pulsing rose underneath. Jamie's eyes rolled back into his head and he bit into Rhys' back to stop the guttural growls that clambered up his throat. Jamie was lost even before the tongue drove into him, his body tensed and he tried to warn Rhys that he was about to come. He could not manage it. Rhys knew though for he lifted his head swiftly and swallowed Jamie again just as the first spurt hit. He groaned harshly over Jamie's cock for he was coming too, the vibrating making Jamie come harder and the pain of his teeth in Rhys' back doing the same for Rhys. Rhys slowly lowered them to the floor, keeping Jamie in his arms for the floor was rough and dusty. Jamie instinctively wrapped his arms round the big man's neck as aftershocks continued to hit him. Rhys kissed him tentatively and then laughed as the small man hungrily returned the kiss. It felt so nice to hold Jamie like this. It was shocking to him how easily he had come, he usually took forever. The little man made him as horny as a teenage boy. It felt good to hold him and kiss him like this. He wished they had met in better circumstances. Like on the outside. Where he could wine and dine him and do it all the proper way. Whatever that was. If wishes were horses. He wasn't even sure what he was wishing for. When they were sufficiently calm, more Jamie than Rhys though for his orgasm had been quite long and had weakened him thoroughly, Rhys dragged their discarded clothes and gently helped Jamie up to his feet. There was a tap nearby so Rhys washed them up a bit, Jamie was a bit overwhelmed by what had just happened and Rhys could see that so he said nothing to him. He helped him into his trousers and Jamie allowed himself to be dressed without a word. Rhys showed him the package again and he nodded silently, shyly, managing to go red in the face again. God, he is so cute, thought Rhys, Totally adorable. Fighting the urge to kiss him again, Rhys tenderly straightened Jamie's hair, kissed him on the forehead alone, dusted off the back of his sweatshirt, straightened it and led him back out to the field to let him join his friends again. They walked back quietly, neither of them saying a word. ********** But just as they stepped into the field, Rhys pulled him closer and pushed him behind him. Jamie was puzzled at this and was about to make a comment when he heard the dreaded voice. His heart sank to immeasurable depths of despair. No. "Mr Rhys..." Ace intoned gratingly, "Playing happy families I see" A look was sent Jamie's way, the massive man managing to look lecherous and disgusting at the same time. "I hear you spent a night in solitary fucking what's mine. It looks like you have something that belongs to me...and I want it back" Jamie felt sick with fear; even the squeeze of Rhys reassuring hand did nothing to quell the trembling. He squeezed back tight as he could, burying his face in the huge man's back as he tried to steady his breathing. "Really? I doubt that very much Ace. I couldn't possibly have anything of yours" Rhys stared right back at him, not bothered in the slightest. "Oh yeah? That little bitch hiding behind you is mine" Ace growled, baring his teeth. "There is no bitch behind me and no one in this place belongs to you. Stop kidding yourself." They stared at each other for a long time, two huge and powerful menacing men in their prime. Rhys was fully aware of the crowd steadily forming around them, this was the entertainment the fuckers had all been anticipating. With all the excitement buzzing in the air, you would have thought it was a friendly game they were playfully not a life or death situation. The things prison can do to you. He could deal with Ace alright but he just wished Jamie wasn't here to see or hear all this. "We have a truce Ace, walk away" Rhys tried to soften his voice so as not to sound threatening. He couldn't. "Fuck the truce you leech" Ace spat back, eyes blazing. "You've had your fun with him. Give that little boy to me or else" There was silence all round, it was like everyone and everything hinged on Rhys' decision. Jamie felt faint; he couldn't seem to breathe. It was his worst nightmare that Rhys would let Ace have him. He was going to die. "Or else what?" Rhys could feel the small man's trembling increase and fought the urge to turn to him. He wanted to divert minds off Jamie himself for as long as possible. "Or else the truce is over, right this very minute. And you best believe I will take what's mine" "You can end the truce all you want but that's entirely up to you. Jamie does not belong to you. Get that into your crazy fucked up head. No one belongs to you Ace, you need to get a grip and understand that" The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 02 Ace laughed loudly at this, his eyes still wild with anger. "Fine, you had your chance. At least you can't say I didn't ask nicely. Remember you asked for this war Rhys. And when I do get my hands on that bitch I'll mess him up inside and out so bad the guards'll think he's a slab of rotten meat and throw him to the dogs" That did it. Rhys dropped Jamie's hand and pushed him back. He stepped forward so slowly no one even realized he was moving right into Ace's face so their noses were touching and in a split second his large hand was wrapped around Ace's neck, encompassing it completely. A hush went round the crowd and Ace's eyes bulged terribly. Rhys spoke very slowly and deliberately, pressing on something that rendered Ace practically useless. "You say a word to him and I will hurt you. You step in his personal space and I will hurt you." He bent closer to Ace's ear and his voice dropped so only Ace could hear him "You fucking lay even a finger on Jamie or as much as touch a hair on his head and I will tear you from limb to limb. You wanna die Ace? Make my day" With that he let go of Ace's neck, the bulkier man falling to the floor and holding on to his neck, choking and coughing desperately. "Fuck you Rhys. This is war" He scrambled up and pushed his way through the crowd. Rhys waited till Ace was off the field before he turned to face Jamie. He was standing quietly on his own, shaking like a leaf with his head hung down dejectedly. Rhys moved to him and pulled the tiny man's trembling body to him and unable to hug him properly due to their considerable height difference, lifted him up in his arms bridal style. Jamie wrapped his arms round Rhys' neck without looking up. The tears had been seeping out quietly all through the altercation but now that it seemed to be over the sobs hit him hard. Rhys pressed the small man's head into his neck and walked back to the carpentry area. The crowd had dissipated, obviously not getting as much of the violent drama as they had been looking forward to. Rhys sat back on the bench with Jamie, stroking his back soothingly without a word, letting him cry it all out. Jamie clung to him, his sobs hard and painful, his mind filled with this growing agonising fear he was unable to shake off, fear of Ace, of being violated, fear of how messed up his life was becoming. He could vaguely feel Rhys' kisses on his forehead, feel Rhys' warm hand on his back, feel Rhys' body rocking him, hear Rhys' soothing whispers It's going to be alright tiny. I won't let anyone hurt you. It's all right. I'm here for you. I'm here. He cried for a good while and Rhys held him all through. Even after the tears abated, he held on tight, needing the comfort the strong arms provided. "Rhys..." he whispered with a hiccup. "Yeah?" "I thought...I thought you were going to..." "Never" Rhys replied softly but firmly, understanding what Jamie meant "I would never give you to him" he bent his head so his cheek brushed Jamie's nose, " Know that. Never doubt that. Okay?" Jamie nodded, his heart racing at the extra closeness. Rhys was affected too, he knew that if he didn't move off he was going to be kissing Jamie in a second and the small man didn't need that right now, not after the frightening encounter with Ace. What he needed was to feel safe, not overwhelmed with new emotions all over again. He lifted his head away, taking a hungry breath to steady his voice. "You're not even mine to give away anyway. You don't belong to me or anyone else. I know it's a horrible situation to find yourself in and I will protect you, I give you my word. But please don't think that means I expect something from you in return. Okay?" Jamie nodded. He was so surprised how soothed he felt by those words. He felt like he was melting inside all over again. Words. Just words they were. "What happened between us --" "Rhys please" his small voice was shaky but firm. He still wasn't ready to rehash what had gone on between them. His mind was too full of it right now, he needed to deal with that first on his own before facing Rhys head on about it all. "Okay, what about what just happened here earlier" "No Rhys..." the small head shook from side to side with effort. Rhys gave up. "Fine, but you know we have to talk about it someday soon" He got a quiet nod, marvelling at Jamie's shyness of him. He kissed his forehead "Now about being safe. You need to stay with your friends or me at all times. If that's not possible then we need to at least be in the vicinity of where you are. I'll get some of my friends to keep an eye out for you but you need to always be alert. You take no chances okay? If you see Ace or any of his goons anywhere near you, you run. Get it?" They discussed Jamie's usual daily schedule and agreed on what precautions he was to take each day. No going off on his own. If he had to go off anywhere, he had to tell him or one of his friends where exactly he was going and for how long so that it would be monitored. Rhys was even planning on getting some guards (those on his payroll) in on it to keep watch over him too. "Guards? Don't you think that's a bit too much Rhys? You don't have to do that!" "I know that Jamie but I want to. And I know for sure that Ace will have gotten some of his own guards watching you as well so it wouldn't hurt to match that. Don't worry about it, it's nothing to me. As far as I'm concerned it's better safe than sorry" Jamie ignored the warm feeling that enveloped him at Rhys' caring words. He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken care of him like this. Maybe never, except for his mother of course. It was the strangest feeling. The most beautiful feeling. God help him. It did not even seem to be about the sex now. Could it not get any worse? When they were done talking, Rhys stood Jamie up gently, amused now at the tiny man's continuing shyness as he still wouldn't look up. He straightened Jamie up again, fussing over him like he had done a few hours ago. Oh well, he would let him go at his own pace if that was what he wanted. Rhys bent over him so he could whisper in his ear "You know there's nothing to be embarrassed about right?" he sighed as Jamie stiffened. "Fine, fine, you don't want to talk about it yet. We'll go at your own pace yeah. Fine with me" The game had resumed like nothing had happened, everyone egging their preferred team on. Rhys was thankful for the diversion. He led Jamie back to where his friends had settled and then let go of his small hand earning himself a soft "Thank you" from Jamie before he went up the stairs a little shakily. He couldn't believe how good those words made him feel. The euphoria lasted for days. --------------------------- Four weeks later Jamie had fallen ill three weeks after Rhys gave him the package and had been in the infirmary being treated for low blood sugar most likely due to the bad days he had spent in solitary. In the weeks before that he had avoided Rhys all through. He did as he was instructed to keep himself safe but kept his distance from the huge man all the time. Rhys did not mind this really, it helped sieve through his feelings for the little beauty and decipher what it was that was happening or not happening between them. He told himself it was just sex, nothing more. It just felt deeper because it had been a while for him. However, when he heard Jamie had fallen ill and had been taken to the infirmary, he knew all his thoughts were just in denial. He could hardly sleep for days with worrying about him. Getting into the infirmary was impossible and he had tried all he could. With the warden on high alert, everyone was extra wary about granting privileges, money or not. No one wanted an attack or even worse, an escape on their watch. Rhys managed to keep close tabs on Jamie's progress and made sure he was protected in there. He somehow got flowers sent to him every day he was there. He didn't know why he was doing this, he just knew he needed to so badly. That was the only way he could sleep at night, and even then it was difficult. Going to the dining area, he was amused at himself, at how nervous he felt now that Jamie had been discharged and was going to be back in general population. He was so happy at the thought that he was going to see Jamie again. He told himself he just wanted to see that Jamie was okay now nothing more. He chatted with his friends as they got their food and found a table to sit at. Then he looked around for him. Jamie was sitting about three lines away with his usual crew, Roger, Simon, Lazlo and old Cole, he was bent over his plate eating quietly and only speaking if he was spoken to. He looked much better though, his skin looked bright and his hair was shiny. He looked up from his food and saw Rhys watching him, causing a blush to cover his entire face. Rhys smiled slightly and was about to nod to his empty side for Jamie to come over only for him to lower his eyes in embarrassment. Rhys sighed to himself. He wanted to tell Jamie a million times that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. It kind of hurt that he still felt ashamed of what had happened. He had no idea that this behaviour was because of Jamie's conflicted emotions towards him. It didn't help that Rhys was always so happy to see him; always trying to get his attention. It felt good all right but he hated that he felt good. He was such a mess. Jamie composed himself, hoping his face was not flaming and continued to eat. He tried to fight the urge to look at where Rhys was sitting but he couldn't help himself. He gulped as he saw Rhys was looking at him too, not smiling this time as he nodded to his left side, subtly indicating that he come sit beside him. Those hypnotic green eyes remained on him till he nodded his acquiescence. He told his friends he needed to go chat with someone and quietly stood up with his tray. His friends said nothing but he knew they were going to tease him later on. To keep his courage he kept his eyes on Rhys as he crossed over, who in turn did the same as if knowing the smaller man needed support. He sat down, keeping a lot of distance between him and Rhys, so much that he was literally hanging off the edge of the bench. Rhys simply reached out, held him by his left hip and gently pulled him in till he was fully seated on the bench. In all this Rhys kept on with his conversation with his mates and it was like nothing had happened. Jamie was nervous as hell but slowly Rhys's mates Bo and Callum made him relax, there were no funny looks or comments. "You okay?" Rhys said, bending by his ear, his voice low and soft. Jamie didn't like it. It reminded him of that night. "Feeling better now?" The small cutie smiled awkwardly with his focus still on his food, "Yeah it was just low blood sugar..." "...No big deal" they said this together for Rhys had expected him to say that. It broke the ice a little and they both laughed. Jamie braved a look up at him, silver eyes shy and hesitant in their stare. They flicked back down in an instant just before they met his, courage lost halfway. "You look better too. Did you do something to your hair? It's all bright and shiny now, not like before" Jamie blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "It just needed a good wash I guess. The infirmary is much nicer than here. And definitely much better food" He smiled into his food but Rhys saw it as he was watching him intently. The blush remained and deepened, seemingly extending to the tiny man's neck. Rhys liked that he could still make Jamie blush this way, despite the fact that it had been some time now since they had spoken or been around each other. He so wanted to run his fingers through that hair. "I got all your flowers, thanks. They brightened up my room. You didn't have to..." Jamie's voice was almost a whisper. Rhys smiled. "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. I'm glad you liked them." "How did you manage that anyway? And every day too. Even the nurses were surprised. And a bit too excited" Rhys chuckled "Let's just say, there are ways to get things done in here if you really want to. How is the appeal going so far? Has there been any news from outside" "Really slow, as usual, no great leads as yet. My lawyer says it will take sometime, as the person seems to be really good at evading them so far. I don't know, nothing may come of it to be honest but I guess no news is better than bad news" Jamie shook his head as if to shake off the negative thought. "It's still good to be hopeful though right?" "Yeah I guess...it's just frustrating you know. Having to wait like this, in this damned place like a criminal when..."he stopped as if realising what he was saying. "Sorry, I didn't mean you Rhys..." "It's okay tiny. I'm a criminal, you're not" Rhys teased. "I dddddidn't mean it like that..." Jamie stammered not realising he was being teased. "Really, I just mmmeant that... --"Rhys was suddenly very close to his ear, chuckling. "I'm teasing Jamie, its fine" A shudder went through him as Rhys' warm breath danced on his skin. He wanted to lean into that face so badly right now. Into that magnificent chest. He had missed this man, much as he denied it, his smell was like heaven right now. God, he needed to get away from this man before he lost his mind and made a fool of himself. "You know my sitting here is going to make people talk..." "So what? It doesn't matter tiny. They'll talk anyway" Rhys looked at Jamie and tried not to show his exasperation at him. "Still, sitting together is only going to fuel it. This isn't a good idea, I..." "Jamie, we can be friends you know...you don't have to act like I'm some kind of sex crazed monster" "I never said you were Rhys" He took a deep breath. "So you just want to be friends, nothing more...no more...right?" For some reason that question pissed Rhys off and he lost his temper "Where did you get the idea that there was something you've got that you think I would want other than friendship?" He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as it came out and he winced at Jamie's hurt and confused expression. Before he could stop him, Jamie had grabbed his tray and gone back to his previous table. He would have pulled him back but he couldn't draw any more attention to themselves. He was so bad at this. ------------------------------ He sent Jamie a little silver (to match his eyes Rhys said in it) card saying he was sorry for his out burst. He didn't know that he didn't need to bother for Jamie had long forgiven him, regretting that he had walked off like that instead of talking about what they were both feeling. Jamie kept the precious card under his pillow, as he kept every single card that he got from Rhys from then on, finding himself looking forward to the next and what would be in it. They came every week, small cards with notes in them telling Jamie all about himself; his life; his childhood; whatever was happening with him at the time or what was on his mind. The size of the cards grew as Rhys' need to express himself increased and he found he had more and more to say. But the colour remained silver. Basically it was Rhys just talking, as he would if they were face to face. Chatting, like friends, howbeit one sided. Was that what he wanted Rhys to be? His friend? Was that all he wanted him to be? Jamie's pillow steadily bulged as time went on. Not that he cared. He read each one every night before he went to sleep even though he still kept his distance from Rhys during the day. Rhys had found his way into his dreams now and he could not shake him out. He was breaking down, confused about this new feeling of weakness. He was fighting it with all his might but every time he saw Rhys even in passing he crumbled inside and knew he was losing the fight more and more each day. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 03 Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Copyright – Poshbillionaire 2010 I apologise for taking so long to post this. Life kind of got in the way as well as my fluctuating mind making alterations all the time. I had to put my foot down and tell myself – post the chapter already!!! Thanks for all the comments guys! Hope you like! CHAPTER THREE The warden stared at Ace in exasperation as he was brought in. He knew what the man wanted. It seemed it was all he wanted there days. The idiot had really begun to irritate him these past few months with the same request and he didn't have time or patience to indulge him. At times like this he regretted letting the bastard supply him. The enormous man stood before him, his face a mask of controlled anger and nervous impatience. Funny how it elated Warden Cutler that this huge, frightening man was a fly to him. He loved the power he held in this place; he lived for it. This place, his work, was the best thing that ever happened to him. Thinking about it always made his day. It never got old. Ace did not dare sit in any of the plush chairs that lined the large office; all the drugs in the world wouldn't allow him that favour, not in Warden Cutler's world. He just stood there, legs wobbling in his need to move. "What do you want Ace?" The swivel chair creaked a little, literally crying out under his three hundred pound weight, as the warden relaxed back into it. "Warden," he rasped, "its been ages since you said you were going to let me have a go at Jamie. I've waited –" "I told you that because I was working on it. I still am. You need to have some patience. It's not like you're going anywhere." "But if you just let me do this my way, I would simply corner him and do my thing. You wouldn't need to be involved at all, no connection. Wouldn't that be better?" They had gone over this about a million times. "Keep in mind that leaving him alone until I say so is in your best interest. I said..." the warden spoke slowly with emphasis, "...I will deal with it. I have my own plans for him as you well know and that actually has nothing to do with you. So you will leave him the hell alone until I am done with him. Is that understood?" Ace growled, his tight fists showing how hard he was trying to control his anger. He was not used to discussing things; he simply took what he wanted. It angered him that he had to do what Warden Cutler said, but he knew the warden was dangerous. God knows the bastard should have been an inmate along with him, not the head of the prison for all the things he had seen him do. "But you know it'll be much easier my way, Warden." The warden slammed his fist hard on his desk, smirking to himself as the huge man jumped visibly. "This is not a negotiation Grimes. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what I am capable of. Don't you dare think for a minute that you are special because I let your filthy ass enter my presence." "Warden, I give you the best stuff because you agreed to let me do what I–" "Hey, just stop right there! I don't care what you supply me. You will not dictate what I do or don't do. I'm god here. Understand? You're not going to get anything out of me by pulling that. Just be glad I decided to include you," the warden warned angrily. "I am almost done with my plans, final confirmation comes today and then we'll be ready to go. You come in here and waste my time again and you'll have no part in it. Remember that." Ace looked suspicious; the warden wasn't really trustworthy. He knew this well from experience. But then again, that had not involved hurting someone. This might be different. If not he would be taking matters in his own hands. He had just about had enough of waiting, warden or not. "And I'll get Jamie?" Warden Cutler stared at him for a while. He nodded. "All to yourself." * * * * Jamie dreaded the general areas all the time: he gymnasium, the dining area, the field, the exercise yard, basically anywhere that Rhys would be as well. He continued to avoid Rhys, preferring not to speak to him at all over the next couple of weeks. He could not bring himself to deal with the whole situation so he just pushed it as far from his mind as he could. He could deal with this ache for now and he would for as long as he was able, maybe until he got out of here. He couldn't deal with the reality of that ache. It was too much. As the days went into weeks and kept going, Rhys slowly got sick of his behaviour and decided to confront Jamie in the laundry room where he knew he worked most of the time. He was there all right, working on his own in the large warm room. He was standing by the large rumbling washing machines and dryers, taking out dry towels from one of them and folding them painstakingly to put away for use through the next week. Rhys could not help looking him over in admiration and recalling every inch of that beautiful, tiny body. He wanted to grab him and hold him forever. Jamie turned and jumped in surprise when he saw Rhys standing there and staring at him as if in a trance. He hadn't heard him enter since the machines were booming around him. Jamie went red as he saw who it was and the longing in his green eyes. It frightened the hell out of him, especially as his heart seemed to flutter. "We need to talk, Tiny. About us..." It felt like forever since he had heard that voice. God, it seemed to send fire roaring through his veins. However, he very rudely told Rhys he most certainly didn't want to talk to him. Not to be deterred this time, Rhys followed him as he walked round picking up and putting away towels and bedding and checking the washing machines. "Why can't we just talk... nothing has to happen. We can just be friends Jamie." "But we are friends... aren't we?" A washing machine door was shut. Well, slammed. "Careful..."Rhys muttered, continuing, "You know we aren't, Tiny. You leave a room every time I come in. You don't even bother to say hello to me. You keep pushing me away." "I'm not pushing you away Rhys, it's just... I'm not gay." Rhys winced at this. Jamie didn't notice for his back was to him. "It's hard to deal with... this is not my life! I am not gay." "Are you telling me that or are you telling yourself? Are you trying to convince yourself by any chance? Hoping against hope maybe?" "I am not gay Rhys!" "The question is not whether you are gay... It is whether you want me or–" "I am not gay." "So you wish that night had never happened?" "Yes I do!" Jamie groaned. "I wish I never got that stupid PR job. I wish I had taken the second job offer I had. I wish I had never set foot in this shit hole. I wish so many things that I've lost count!" "Come on, you're not done yet... finish it." "What do you mean?" "You wish you had never met me." "I didn't say that." "You as good as said it out loud Tiny. You probably wish it had been Ace instead." "I didn't say that Rhys. How can you say that to me?" Jamie bristled, "Ace, of all people. Are you kidding me right now?" "With Ace you wouldn't be worried about him being all over you all the time and making a fool of himself as I'm doing right now. Checking up on you, thinking about you..." The small man winced at those words. He didn't think Rhys was making a fool of himself at all. But he dared not tell him that deep inside he thought pouring his heart out like this was sweet. Rhys already had too much power over him. He couldn't give him more. "You wouldn't be attracted to him the way you are to me. You wouldn't be worried about what happened between us that night. You wouldn't be wondering if it was more than sex." "You said it was just sex Rhys. That's what you told me that night! You kept saying that!" "You think I don't know that? You think I haven't asked myself that a million times?" Rhys was feeling so overwhelmed. Jamie was blaming him for not keeping his word that it was just sex, something to be forgotten. He blamed himself. He had thought it would be forgettable. He was so damned wrong. "I'm afraid I can't say that anymore. Not if I'm facing reality. That night was nothing I ever imagined possible. Not in my entire life. I'm still reeling from it Jamie. I need to know. So was it?" "Was it what?" Jamie was in a bit of a daze with all the emotions bubbling around them. "Was it just sex for you?" "I'm not gay Rhys," he said again, his voice without any conviction. "Has it occurred to you that our paths could still have crossed with or without that night?" Rhys asked seriously, remembering how he had noticed and thought about Jamie's beautiful eyes. "We could still have started –" "We wouldn't have started anything! Stop saying all these things to me. I am not gay." "Oh really. You're not gay and we are friends right? So why can't you look me in the eye, Jamie. Why can't you look at me?" "What do you mean? Of course I can look you in the eye!" he whirled round for emphasis, but Rhys noted he still avoided his gaze. "And stop calling me Tiny." "I call you Tiny because you're cute. And beautiful. And you fit perfectly in my arms." Jamie blushed, trying to fight the delicious glow that sizzled round his body at Rhys' words. He forced himself to take some steps back because he suspected that if he stayed as he was he would step towards this magnetic man. Whose arms he remembered he did fit perfectly into. Damn Rhys for making him feel like this. "I am not cute... or whatever else you said." Jamie forced his back to Rhys, eyes closing tightly as he fought to compose himself. "Don't try to change the subject Tiny." "I am not!" "Then do it; look me in the face. You haven't been able to do that since that night we made love. So Mister I'm not gay, it's Rhys that's gay, look at me then." Jamie whirled around again but then fidgeted, his courage deflating rapidly, knowing he could not look at Rhys. He would be lost if he tried that, if Rhys saw how he felt... No way was he taking that chance. "You can't, can you? What's your excuse this time?" Rhys was getting angry with Jamie now. He had been in denial himself but at least he identified what he was feeling; he wasn't denying that it was there in the first place. This was crazy. "Jamie, you can't keep denying this. It happened. We made love and we both loved it. I loved it and you loved it..." Jamie shook his head violently. "Rhys, I've told you before, I really don't want to talk about that night... or any of this," his voice was a squeak as he forced that haunting memory away. "What about the next day at the carpentry shed? Want to talk about that?" "No!" "So you don't want to talk about any of the times we've been together? Why not Jamie?" Rhys asked in exasperation. His eyes were forlorn. "Because we went further than we needed to? Do you realise that night we made love three times in that cell? Or was it four? Hell, I lost count. We probably would have kept on if the night were any longer. Three times Jamie... and you don't think that's something worth acknowledging at least? You can't keep pushing me away like this Jamie. We're drawn to each other. It's so much more than –" "I can't talk about this...I'm sorry, I just can't. Please just go. I've got work to finish here." Jamie went back to his work and with shaky hands began to fold the towels on the large oak table. "So you don't want talk to me at all then? Is that it?" "I didn't say that Rhys." "Then what are you saying? You turn your back on me, you won't speak to me, you ignore me when I try to say hello or approach you. So what exactly are you saying?" Jamie found he had no excuse, except wanting to stay as far away from this man as he could so he could flush this madness out of his system. He did not even know how to put that into words, even his own mind was raging against itself. "I... I don't know okay. I just need..." Shaky fingers ran through his hair was as he struggled to finish his sentence. "Need what?" Came the soft question. Rhys' voice like that was so... intoxicating to hear. There was silence for a while, and finally Jamie closed his eyes and turned away. He willed Rhys to leave him in peace so his heart would stop pounding so fast. But he could feel Rhys' eyes boring into his back. He ached so much but was confused as to what he was aching for... or why. Or maybe he just couldn't face it. Rhys moved all right, but not out of the room. He came up behind Jamie and bent over his small frame, wrapping his arms round his middle. "Tell me you don't feel this..." he whispered, hands splayed over the small taut belly, causing it to do somersaults. Jamie stiffened, his cry of no turning into a gasp as Rhys' breath grazed his neck. He fought the urge to lean back into Rhys' broad chest, not realising that he had already done this. Their bodies fit together smoothly, big over small, as if in memory of their past union. "You smell so good Tiny," Rhys whispered as he sucked in his breath through his teeth. "I want you so bad." "... Rhy... stop... please," Jamie pleaded, his hands trying to peel Rhys' off. He was unable to and his hands ended up grasping desperately at Rhys' hips in an effort to push him back but unknowingly teasing him. Rhys took Jamie's hands and intertwined their fingers, bringing them back up onto Jamie's belly. Jamie arched back involuntarily against Rhys', groaning as he felt the heated length of that hardness high up at the small of his back. "I love the way you say my name..." Rhys spoke softly. "You do realise you only call me Rhy when I'm making love to you..." Jamie whimpered in denial but still could not pull away, his senses spinning steadily. Rhys nipped at the back of his neck and Jamie's gasp was loud and unrestrained as a shudder spread over his body. A deep growl came from Rhys and he bent over fully, bending Jamie over with him so he felt the full, hard effect of his need. His hands raked over Jamie's belly and across over his chest long fingers digging into the flesh as they went. Jamie's knees gave way, his small legs buckling. Thankfully he did not fall for Rhys had him firmly in his grip. All he could feel was Rhys' hot erection pushing against his bottom now. Jamie found himself wanting so badly to melt into Rhys, wanting that heat so badly inside his body. Trying to think but unable to do much of that... all he could manage was one word... Rhy. He was saying it out loud. "Rhy... Rhy..." He cried out when Rhys' large hand grazed his groin, waiting for him to take him in his hand and whimpering in protest when he did not. Jamie pushed forward blindly, trying to find that hand. He ached so much for him, all of him. But it was gone. Suddenly he was swept around and hoisted onto the worktable. They were easily face-to-face now, gasping mouths almost touching. Rhys looked like he wanted to tear him apart and Jamie knew his own eyes would not say much less. Rhys' hands dug painfully into his arms, and Jamie held his breath, savouring even that. "God, I want to eat you alive," he growled, pressing his mouth against Jamie's but not kissing him. Then his face clammed up and he froze in painful restraint, dropping his hands. "I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to do," Rhys spoke grimly in between heaving pants. "When you're ready to have me, you know where to find me. But I'm not going to wait forever Jamie." He went to pull away but stopped in shock as Jamie's hand reached into his waistband and grasped his cock firmly. He gasped when the small hand began to stroke him, the second one joining in and squeezing as he tried to pull away again. "Jamie..." he warned with a grunt as his restraint dissolved rapidly with each stroke. He stared at Jamie, eyes asking. The smaller man did not say a word; he finally met and held Rhys' gaze for the very first time, breathing heavily as he teased the bigger man with his hands. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Jamie's hand did not waver in its movements but his expression was intense yet unreadable. Rhys tentatively pressed the flat of his hand against Jamie's erection through his trousers and the smaller man choked and squirmed. Further encouraged, and leaving himself no room to change his mind because he wanted this so much, he reached into Jamie's own trousers and pulled out the pulsing slimness. Jamie was no match for him and in no time the smaller man had lost the little control he had been enjoying. His hold on Rhys' cock faltered as his hands and body began to shake. His head flung back as the pleasure overtook him and he had to completely let go of Rhys to hold himself up. Or try to at least. He didn't even realise when he was pushed back on the table and his trousers dragged off completely, though he subconsciously lifted his hips to ease their way. Rhys teased him torturously, his fingers flicking with just the right amount of lightness and pressure and making Jamie's cock ache and throb for more. His small legs lifted of their own accord and opened up for Rhys as his feet rested wide on the edges of the table. Rhys' huge cock twitched at the sight of that pink opening and Rhys gulped. Hunched over Jamie, he began to slide his hand up and down the hardened flesh faster. Jamie's shudders increased in line with the strokes and he started to tense and whimper. Short spurts of warm liquid escaped from his cock as his back arched in ecstasy, filling and trickling over Rhys' hands. Rhys winced longingly as he watched, with the dusky opening fluttering along as the slim cock pulsed in release right before his eyes. The small man's back kept arching off the table in jerks and he clawed at Rhys' chest above him. He met Rhys' gaze and held, pulling on the big man's jumper, wanting him inside him so bad he was going to scream if Rhys didn't get the message. Rhys let himself be pulled and his cock slid against that tight opening. They both gasped and Rhys immediately covered himself with Jamie's release, a very difficult feat for Jamie was pulling at him with all his might. Jamie's neck bulged as Rhys' pushed in at last, their eyes still holding like they were in some kind of trance. He hadn't allowed Rhys to prepare him so it hurt a bit but Jamie didn't care, his need overcame the pain by a mile and vaporised in quick time. Inch by inch Rhys slid into that sleek heat and Jamie's eyes began to roll and flutter in the overwhelming sensation. By the time Rhys was halfway in the small man was losing it. His hands were shaking so bad that when Rhys' braced himself against the table and pushed further, Jamie's back bowed off the table and they lost their hold, flaying wildly as the huge man finally bottomed out in him. Every single fucking inch of Rhys was in him again. Oh God, it felt so wondrous. "Oh sweet Jesus. Fuck... fuck." Jamie's cock had come back to life now and Rhys held still, deeply embedded and oh so close to coming at that very moment. He had wanted this so bad; he felt like he was going to cry from the unparalleled pleasure and relief of being so deep inside this beautiful little man he wanted so much. He had so missed this. "Jamie... oh god... oh yeah." Jamie's shaking legs wrapped round his waist to pull him in and thankfully he was ready now. Rhys hiked the legs higher, grabbed Jamie's back and lifted him. He moved so fast that the small man was in a daze by the time his back was slammed into the wall and his jumper dragged off. He felt Rhys' bare chest brushing against his and knew he had taken his jumper off too, somehow. The skin contact felt fantastic. It felt like home. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 03 They kissed hungrily as Rhys' thrust up and down, slow and deep, tongues rediscovering each other's mouths. It had been too long and they both felt the ache and were trying to make up for it, to get enough. But Jamie wanted more. "Faster," he gasped into Rhys' mouth. "Faster huh?" Rhys murmured, not moving an inch faster. Instead he slowed down a bit, making Jamie whine in frustration. "Thought you didn't want me..." "Fuck you..." he gasped, hitting weakly at the big chest before his mouth was taken again. "I am fucking you Tiny," Rhys growled, slamming all of him in hard and then dragging out slowly. Jamie cried out and keened, his pleasure heightening. "And you take what you fucking get." "Fuck me... please," Weakly hitting his forehead on Rhys' and back against the wall, he felt his body start to tense and shudder intermittently like he was going to come but it confused him. Pleasure sizzled crazily through his body; it reached his toes, spread through his hands into his fingers, danced from his head to his shoulders, and down his back. Rhy was going so fucking slow and pressing in so deep, making him feel like he was coming yet he wasn't. But Rhys kept it slow, loving how it felt to bottom out, the depth, the way Jamie mewled in ecstasy when he did it, the way his ridged channel gasped maddeningly around him and sucked him in, the pleading whimpers he got when he slowly dragged out. "Rhy..." Jamie whispered in panic at his body's crazy reaction. "Rhy..." Rhys bent closer and nuzzled his face, gasping at the pleasurable effort of it. "Going crazy... burning up... wontstop... Rhy itwontstop..." Jamie managed weakly and not very coherently, that fact alone sending a series of intense shivers down his lover's back. "Just hold me sweetheart," came the hoarse reply followed by a soft kiss on that whimpering mouth."... as tight as you can. Don't let go..." With a woozy nod, Jamie started to reply but was cut short by the electricity that danced through his system. Jamie's mouth opened wide as his mind exploded into stars with bliss and he was unable to close it, short choking cries escaping him as he really, finally began to orgasm. Rhys bottomed out hard as he felt the first spurt on his chin, grinding into the small, wailing, shuddering man and revelling in the cries of release. Small hands clutched at him, mouth still wide open, eyes glazed and rolling, disappearing into the back of his head as Rhys began to thrust again. Faster this time. Oh the torture of it, the heaven. Jamie was sobbing now, utterly possessed by Rhys. He could not stop orgasming. His cock was rock hard and jerking between their sweaty bodies; he was on fire, getting what he wanted and still going crazy with it. He was undulating against Rhys, meeting the deep thrusts that slammed into his sweet spot, biting wildly on Rhys' lips, his neck, fingers digging into flesh then sliding up into dark hair and holding on tight with arms resting on broad shoulders. As if all this was not enough, Rhys hiked his small thighs higher up so his feet were practically on top of Rhys' taut bum. Then he bottomed out again, hard and then stopped. "Nnggggghh," Jamie screamed raggedly and digging the soles of his feet into that taut bum, pushed himself up as far as he could go. A bit of Rhys slid out and the big man roared and slammed it all back in. Oh God. Oh my fuckinggod. He was crushed into the wall now; his mouth covered ravenously as large arms held him firmly in place to stop all unpermitted movement. Then the pounding began. Muffled ecstatic screams filled the room, fuelling the pounding even more and the small man began to come again without realising it, he was so lost. The delicious heat of Jamie's orgasm swallowed Rhys like a clamping vice. His cries drowned out Jamie's and soon his legs began to buckle. Jamie's channel was milking him, making his thrusts wild and erratic, bottoming out so hard it was almost like he was climbing up the wall. As Jamie milked his come out of him, his legs buckled completely and gave way, dragging them both down to the floor. Rhys fell to his knees, pumping weakly until the small legs that were wrapped around him crisscrossed and pulled him down hard and deep and still. They kept kissing for long afterwards, bruising their lips in their need, both unable to stop the severe aftershocks that tore through their bodies simultaneously. They lay there, slowly calming down, intertwined, still deeply joined as one, still kissing. Until the bell sounded. * * * * "Hey Jamie," Roger muttered as he stepped through the bars. Jamie was sitting up on Roger's bunk, arms wrapped round his legs, looking worse for wear. He was thinking again as usual. This time Roger had a good idea what it was about. Probably what it had been about for a long time now anyway. "Hey Roger." "Still fighting huh...?" "Fighting?" "With Rhys... saw you guys earlier today." He chuckled at Jamie's gobsmacked expression, deciding to explain exactly what he had seen. "I passed by when he was asking you to look at him, and decided to give you guys' space to work it out. Quite steamy you two..." Jamie went crimson. However, inside he relaxed with relief. He would have died if Roger had seen what happened afterwards. "I'm not fighting with him." Roger heaved himself up onto the bunk, settling in across from the small man. He looked straight at his cellmate. "Yeah, right. We both know that's not true Jamie. I know you've been avoiding him like the plague. I'm sure the whole prison can see that. So spill it." "I just don't know how to deal with all that's happening..." "Well, you can stop fighting him for one thing." "How else would I keep him away from me? He won't stay away. Even with that he's starting to come to where I work... it's driving me crazy." "Then stop fighting him..." "But I'm not gay..." "Why is that name such a big deal to you?" Roger groaned in exasperation. They had gone over this 'gay' issue so many times already but it still plagued Jamie. Being gay doesn't necessarily mean you are attracted to men in general, it could mean you're attracted to Rhys alone. Just like we can all see he is to you. I mean before you turned up, he was straighter than an arrow and now he can't seem to stay away from you. I think you both affect each other the same way, that's all." Jamie shook his head shamefully; "You don't even know the half of it." He tried to laugh but had to stop as he almost burst into tears. "What do you mean?" "Remember when I was put in solitary...?" Now Roger was surprised. Jamie had never spoken about that night, not once. The most he had done was dance around the issue of them having to have sex but he had never gone into details. Roger had been gagging for more information but when he realised the turmoil his friend was in over it he had not pushed further. He hid his surprise now though, if the small man was ready to really talk about it, he was not going to get unnecessarily excited and make him enter into himself again. So he acted as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah, of course, you and Rhys had to do it for the sick warden to watch... that's what started all this isn't it?" "Yeah... but we did more." Jamie choked on the words. He felt like his face was going to burst into flames in a second. Roger frowned, sitting up straight with interest. He had been the first friend Jamie had made when he came into the prison when they were put in the same cell. He was one of the few inmates that were not threatening to the small man. Roger was in prison for possession with intent and seemed to be carrying on his trade right there with the guards and prisoners. Unlike most drug dealers he was very friendly and never had a bad word to say about anyone. It could be because he kept his supply small. He was a slim man, at five feet eleven inches he was still much taller than Jamie though, but then again as small as Jamie was most people were. It fascinated him that Jamie could take that giant of a man Rhys; if he was as big down there as he was tall, that would be no mean feat. And Jamie did not look like he even had a problem with that, which was all the more intriguing. Fascinating stuff this. And it seemed like there was more. "More how?" No answer. Roger waited, wondering then his eyes widened, "Jamie... what are you saying..." "We did it the first time... and... and then when it was lights out... we... we did it again." "Wow...wow...what?" was all a speechless Roger could manage. Jamie buried his red face in his thighs as he spoke. "Three more times... or four, I'm not sure." Roger stared at the small form in shock and disbelief, realising even more now how much of a connection Jamie must have with Rhys. Things were getting more intriguing by the second. "Wait a minute, before we get ahead of ourselves let me be sure I get what you're saying. When we say sex we're talking about anal sex right?" A hesitant nod. "Not blow jobs or hand jobs anything like that?" Jamie looked at his friend woefully. Roger's eyes twinkled in amused delight. "So blowjobs and hand jobs as well as five times full anal sex?" Another nod from a burning face. "You're saying you and Rhys made love five times in one night as well as loads of everything else?" Jamie looked away, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed. "That's bad, isn't it?" "Who said anything about bad? I would say it sounds fantastic but before I get ahead of myself... the five times you made love, did it feel good?" Jamie closed his eyes at the glorious memories that immediately flooded through him. He didn't need to even bother to answer; Roger could see the wonder in his face. "It was so... it was... indescribable. I've never felt like that before, it was unreal Roger. It couldn't be real. I mean I've had women and it's been good most of the time, but this... this was just crazy and out... of... this... world. I didn't think I could come so many times in one night. It was like I was a woman having multiple orgasms..." Roger smiled even wider, watching Jamie's rapt face. "Wowwww, okay slow down a bit. He sounds fantastic. Can I have a go at him?" He laughed out loud at the subconscious jealous glare he got from the small man. He wouldn't have expected anything less. Jamie had it so bad. He just didn't know it yet. Oh, his small friend was taking the giant all right and loving it too, it seemed. "So what you're saying is you guys made love all through the night when you didn't have to and you loved every minute of it. Right?" A reluctant nod. "So what's the problem then? It looks to me like you guys really are hot for each other. If I were you and I got it that good I'd have been fucking him every chance I could get his dick out! What's wrong with you?" "I'm not gay Roger..." "What is up with you and that title Jamie. Okay, okay, let's say we forget the name for now. Are you attracted to men in general?" A furious shake of the head. "It's not that bad; I'm gay and proud, you know that. There's nothing wrong with being gay. But I'm different; I'm attracted to guys alone, not women. If you're not at all like that then it's most likely that you are only attracted to Rhys himself, not that you like men in the sense of it. So maybe you're Bi?" A frown of confusion flashed over Jamie's face. "As in bi-sexual." Jamie said nothing but looked thoughtful. His frown returned after a second and buried his face in his thighs. Roger heaved a sigh. "It's just so... I don't know. I felt so overwhelmed by everything, like I was a virgin. And its not like I hadn't had sex before." "Well technically you were, manwise. You hadn't had anal sex before had you?" "No, never." "There you go, so basically he took your virginity. You were a virgin in the anal sense. Rhys has probably –" To his amusement, Jamie did not even let him finish his statement. "Not with a man he hasn't!" Jamie said vehemently. Was he being defensive for Rhys' sake? Why? Roger chuckled, "Yeah, but still that means he knew what to do and you didn't. And he is probably really quite good at it from what you've said so far." Jamie blushed, trying to glare at him and failing. He hid his burning face in his thighs again as his thoughts ran wild. He was not going to get hard at the thought of Rhys making love to him in the laundry room. He was not. "Now here's the big question," Jamie looked up. "Do you want Rhys or not?" Jamie winced at the question and ran a hand through his hair. It was the same question Rhys had asked him earlier and he had not answered him. He started to shake his head but then slowly stopped, remembering again what had just happened in the laundry room. And in carpentry. Oh God. He didn't have the answer to that. "I don't know..." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm scared... I don't know how to deal with all these new feelings... I feel like I'm losing myself, my masculinity. The things I think about, it's like I'm becoming a woman or something. I can't deal with this." "You're not becoming a woman Jamie. Do I look like a woman to you? Do I act like a woman?" "No..." "Okay. Now, I am gay as we all know and I hate to top. By that I mean I hate being completely in control of the lovemaking, you know, penetration and all that... I have never liked it and I know I never will. So I am a certified bottom and I love it. Now that I've explained that, let me ask you another question... Have you considered doing to Rhys what he did to you?" Jamie looked at his friend, aghast, "You mean anal...? God, no! ... I don't think so... I..." "Exactly..." he laughed at Jamie's reaction. "See what I mean? It's just the dynamics of relationships. Some people come together and both are aggressive and want control so they mix it up. But there are others like me and y–" He stopped the train of his sentence at Jamie's look. "Okay... like me who are only happy to be taken care of and there are those who are only happy if they are in charge at all times. People are not all the same, so you should not believe stereotypes. You're not an aggressive or controlling person Jamie, so it's only normal." "I see what you mean. So..." "So the fact that you prefer him being in charge or in control is not a bad thing... at all. In fact it's more fun isn't it? Well for me anyway... to just relax and enjoy the attention, you know." "But it's not just him being in charge Roger, it's like... it's like he takes over my mind. God! It's like he can do whatever he wants with me and I won't be able to stop him. He's taking over my mind and my body, everything..." Jamie shuddered and hid his face again. He was crying now, overwhelmed with facing his feelings so clearly. Roger rubbed his back quietly and let him cry. "Have you ever been in love before? I mean with a woman...?" Jamie shook his head. His friend hesitated and then decided to say it since they were talking and all. "I think you might be falling in love with him. That might be why you're so overwhelmed by him." Jamie stared at him, a vicious look on his tear ridden face "I am not in love with Rhys!" He moved away from Roger and climbed off the bed, quietly climbing into his lower bunk. He was still crying under his blanket. Roger sighed sadly knowing those words were to convince himself. His friend was falling in love, hard and fast. Hell, he was probably already in love. Yeah, that sounded just about right. Jamie needed to get his mind round whatever this was between him and Rhys before getting in deeper that was for sure. * * * * Two weeks later It was movie night and the hall was packed full. Usually it was once a week, at least. For some reason the warden kept cancelling it so this was the first movie shown in about two months. Everyone had been on their best behaviour all week once they heard they were going to have a movie night at last. Getting into the cinema hall was only permitted to inmates on a certain grade classed by behaviour during the week. The cinema was an enormous, but basic, auditorium with numerous rows of seats surrounding a massive projector. The seats were metal and had no cushioning unlike what you would expect in a regular cinema on the outside. It was not air conditioned, but was kept well ventilated, and since it was not used too regularly was in pretty good condition. From the looks of things almost everyone had been good; it was like the whole prison was in there. Then again it was not surprising the turn out was so good. This was their chance to pretend that they were not in prison but on a night out watching a movie with friends. The décor did not matter to them; they were all in high spirits. Well, they could dream couldn't they? Rhys stayed back subtly until everyone was seated and then watched for Jamie. He called out the guy about to settle in right behind Jamie and they spoke quietly in a corner. After a few nods and a hearty handshake, Johnny went off to find a seat elsewhere. Rhys, thanks to his money, he made his way to that perfect spot. Perfect to him anyway, directly behind the object of his desire. Jamie. Rhys had the shock of his life when the movie began to play. He stiffened in his seat as a hush fell through the crowd. Now he could see why there was movie night all of a sudden, the warden was at it again. It was one of his movies they were playing. Fucking bastard. This was the last thing he needed. Now there was going to be even more attention on him. This was why he hated acting, why he had stopped. The attention was horrendous. He was even more upset because he had not yet told Jamie about his acting career. Seeing him in a movie would be a shock. Damn! Damn! Damn! Watching Jamie's back, Rhys knew he was affected because he went all-stiff even as his friends began to tease Jamie and make excited comments about Rhys being in the movie. Jamie said nothing at all, just kept staring at the screen in what might have been shock. Rhys would have given anything to see Jamie's expression at that moment. That was all he was interested in. Not the pats on his back, or the numerous murmurs of respect that were filtering his way. Just Jamie. The movie was a very entertaining one and after the initial chatter at the discovery that one of them was in it, they all quietened down to enjoy it. Jamie had had no idea Rhys was an actor; no wonder the warden and guards kept calling him high and mighty. Rhys was an actor. And probably famous too. Jesus. Like he did not have enough problems dealing with what was going on between them, now he had to add him being a rich and famous fucking actor to it all. It was like another burden had been added onto his back. It was difficult to watch. Then the lovemaking scenes came. Jamie was frozen as he stared at the screen, hating himself for the jealousy he felt at Rhys' partner. The damned scenes were just too graphic for him. Despite the fact that he was with a woman, Jamie kept wishing that he were the recipient of that loving. He could not help himself as he watched; his cock was getting impossibly hard. Why did the scenes feel so intoxicating for him, as it seemed to for the screaming woman? He was sweating and beginning to squirm in his seat. He knew he needed to get out of there before he embarrassed himself in front of his friends. That would be the worst humiliation. He hoped he could at least walk out of there. Taking a deep breath, Jamie stood up and made his way out slowly; thanking God that he had oversized jumpers so he was able to keep his erection well hidden without too much difficulty. Rhys waited a few seconds and then quietly went after him. No one seemed to notice. He caught up with Jamie as he reached the bathroom door, which had a guard in front of it. Jamie didn't see him though and went in after speaking to the guard. Rhys followed suit, once again making Jamie jump in surprise for he was just bracing himself to start beating off. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 03 Beautiful silver eyes stared at him in glazed disbelief as he pulled his hand out of his waistband as subtly as he could manage. "Stay away from me!" "I'm sorry I didn't mention I was an actor." "Who says I give a shit what you are! Go away." "I know I should have said something. We've just not had –" "What's wrong with you? I said don't care!" "Stop Jamie..." Rhys said softly. He stepped forward so slowly Jamie almost didn't notice. Almost. "Stay away from me Rhys," Jamie gasped as his heart skipped a beat. He forced his body backwards and hit his head painfully against the edge of the toilet stall. "Careful there." "Don't you dare laugh!" Silver eyes blazed angrily at Rhys as he warned. He was so magnificent in his anger. "I'm not laughing Jamie. You need to look where you're going, maybe consider walking forwards instead of backward..." "Forward into your arms right? No fucking way. Just leave Rhys." His outburst was simply ignored; Rhys did not move an inch. "I really just wanted to apologise Tiny, come on. Take it easy, okay. We both know being in my arms is not so bad. You know that." "Fuck you!" "I so want to do that. And much more. If you let me..." Jamie went stiff at Rhys' response. An involuntary shudder had seized him and he was fighting to hide his reaction from the hunk before him. It didn't work; he could literally feel his cock twitching as it hardened further, no longer possible to hide. Oh God, this was so not happening. "You want me..." "No I don't!" "Really... then why are you so hard?" Rhys whispered with a somewhat sad smile, looking so calm and serene when he was raging like a freight train inside. His eyes trailed down to Jamie's hips as he spoke. A flush spread down Jamie's neck as he watched Rhys gulp at the sight of his full-blown erection. He didn't try to deny it, for his hardon would not budge despite his anger. What would be the point? The tenting of loose fabric of his track downs left nothing to the imagination. "That's none of your business." He managed as he began to fidget. "So you're not hard for me then? What if I said I didn't believe you?" "Fuck you!" Jamie spat in anger, more at himself because he felt his cock strain at Rhys' words. His voice was so annoyingly intoxicating. Rhys smiled even more maddeningly. Jamie wanted to hit him. To wipe that stupid smile off his handsome face. "You already did, remember? Laundry room... against the wall... towels." A chuckle. "Or are you – " Small hands, raining blows on Rhys' chest, stopped him short. All in pent up frustration and anger and confusion and longing and hunger and... everything. It was easy for Rhys to handle Jamie because he was so endearingly tiny. He tossed the hands away without much effort, but then decided to ignore them when they came back again with even more force. He was interested in other things now because Jamie was staring up at him with those beautiful eyes as he hit him. They were filled with wild, angry hunger. And he could not resist that. Rhys reached out almost without thought. He grabbed the neck of Jamie's jumper and dragged him towards him. His stared at Jamie with fierce determination as he bent down, letting their lips slam together. His tongue dove deep, fuelling Jamie's desire and stopping the small man's cry before it could be made. Jamie hopelessly hit at Rhys' shoulders, as he could not pull away from that fierce grip. The next thing he knew both his thighs were grabbed with large hands, pried apart and lifted up. He had to grab hold of Rhys' neck to keep his balance as Rhys forcefully wrapped his legs round his waist. Rhys staggered a bit and pushed them against the wall, deepening the kiss. The small man whimpered as he lost his fight, his tongue coming alive and meeting Rhys' with equal abandon. The kissing was intense and overwhelming. Jamie grasped helplessly at the broad shoulders as Rhys took over completely and began to explore the grooves of his mouth sweetly and intricately, sucking his tongue in hunger. His hands eventually disappeared into Rhys' hair, teasing without intent or realisation. Not that Rhys minded, in fact he loved it. In no time, they were grinding against each other, their cocks crying out at the separation by their track downs. They broke apart panting, lips still so close together, their foreheads pressed hard against each other. Staring at each other like no one and nothing but them existed. Rhys felt like crying, the emotions were just too much all at once. God help him. "Tell me to stop," Rhys gasped roughly, struggling to hold back from that half open mouth. "Tell me to stop, Jamie." Rhys waited for as long as he was able. No words came, just that soft, mewling sound Jamie made when he wanted more of him. He knew that sound so well now. His lips crashed back down on that half open, bruised mouth. Rhys teased those swollen lips gently until Jamie yielded to him. Then he sucked the delicious tongue back into his mouth. He couldn't get enough, he felt like he wanted to eat this mouth up. He wanted to devour his tiny Jamie. He didn't know how long he kissed Jamie for... he loved every minute of it and never wanted it to end. But he was beginning to want more; he kept struggling to keep himself from pulling that slim cock out of Jamie's trousers, kept trying to keep from diving between those small cheeks that were already parted open. He knew Jamie wouldn't be able to stop him in the state he was now, but that was not enough for him anymore. He had told Jamie he would leave him alone and had already broken his word in the laundry room. He would not go any further this time. Shuddering with the effort it took, he pulled away from the kiss and set Jamie down on shaky legs. He held him tight for a while until he felt the small man calm down a little even though Rhys could tell he was still as rock hard as he himself was. Then he let go and walked out of the bathroom as fast as he could without looking back. Jamie crumpled to the ground, wanting Rhys so bad, his shame complete. * * * * A week later. Days passed endlessly. It was torture. Jamie continued to avoid Rhys. But it was different now. He was beginning to daydream about the huge man, getting distracted so many times that he kept getting funny looks from everyone around him. It was bad. Rhys' cards were all worn now from his constant perusal of them; he had these constant crazy thoughts of Rhys relaxing on his bed to write them; fresh towel from his laundry wrapped round that agile waist, naked chiselled chest glistening from his shower, strong nimble fingers putting pen to card, writing to him, for him. Jamie actually longed to talk to him. But each time he saw him he was consumed with the need to run and hide. Jamie was confused at the feelings the sight of Rhys evoked. He could not get his head around what was happening to him. He refused to face it, and was prepared to fight it for as long as he could in the hope that maybe, just maybe it would go away. This, it appeared, was not to be. It was a bright day. Lunch was just over and all the inmates were relaxing around the exercise yard and fields. Everyone was busy with their own thing as there were all sorts of exercise equipment everywhere. Jamie was sitting with his friends but was not concentrating on what was being discussed. Roger knew what was distracting Jamie. Rhys was at the other end of the yard, lifting weights. Roger saw that Jamie kept snatching glances over there. He wished his friend would accept what he felt for the huge man before someone else snatched him up. After that movie, it was all too clear what a catch Rhys was and the queens were on alert now. He could tell. There were a lot of whispers going round. He didn't dare tell Jamie though, the poor man was stressed enough as it was. He probably wouldn't be able to comprehend men wanting to go after Rhys anyway. Jamie was so into Rhys that he didn't even realise what he was doing. He didn't realise the longing as he stared across the field was so blatant in his eyes to everyone who as much as glanced his way. Even when Rhys looked up and caught him staring, he blushed and looked away. But could not keep from looking back over and over again. Rhys just smiled at this and went on with his exercise routine. He also kept looking over, too. Rhys was happy to catch the little beauty staring. Making Jamie blush prettily for him made his day every time. All of a sudden there was commotion at the entrance. A good number of guards led by Warden Cutler's main minion Squeak walked into the yard, stern faced and armed. Everyone went quiet, all slowly standing up. They could see that this was not good; there were never this many guards. Something was about to go down. Ace Grimes stepped out from behind them and Jamie's heart sank. He just knew this concerned him. He could feel the fear begin to envelope him as the hulk of a man sneered lecherously at him. Rhys was in front of Jamie in an instant, knowing this concerned Jamie as well. And anything concerning Jamie concerned him. "Ahhh Mr. High and Mighty to the rescue, eh," Squeak chuckled, "Sorry man, not this time. Get out of the way." "What's going on?" Rhys asked as calmly as he could. Ace cleared his throat loudly. It sounded more like a gurgle though, a horrible slurping sound. Jamie cringed and subconsciously moved closer to Rhys' back, his heart thumping painfully in his chest. His stomach churned violently like he was going to vomit. "The little man here is wanted by the warden..." Squeak said, flicking his finger to signal the guards behind him to move. "Get out of the way." "So what's Ace got to do with it? You can't –" "This isn't twenty questions mister; get the fuck out of the way. Guys..." All the guards, save for two, pounced strategically on Rhys, going for his arms and legs, taking him by surprise. He struggled with all his might as the other two guards dragged off Jamie. It was obvious now why there had been so many guards; the warden must have known he wouldn't let them take Jamie away without a fight. It didn't stop him struggling though. He fought them as much as he could, kicking and punching where and whom he could, not even realising he was yelling at the two guards walking away with Ace smirking behind them. He had promised Jamie he would protect him. Now this. He couldn't believe this was happening. His struggles increased as the guilt and pain flooded his body, hurting the guards so much that they started using their batons on him simultaneously. Not that it stopped him though; the physical pain was nothing compared to what he was already feeling inside. He was like a madman. The batons came down hard and fast on his back strategically until they forced him down to the ground. "Stop!" came a loud order. The hitting stopped and so did Rhys, heaving on the floor and trying hard to focus. "Oops... Did I forget to mention he's coming along too?" It was the warden and he sounded very amused. "We can't leave Mr High and Mighty out of the show can we?" Rhys stared through the shield of guards at the hateful man, so out of breath he couldn't speak. The warden seemed to think messing with people was a game, he must have known from the start how he would react to Jamie being taken away. But his relief was overwhelming nonetheless; at least he would be with Jamie, whatever it was that was going to happen, he would be with him. He allowed himself be dragged along, ignoring the wary glances of the men that pulled him and the gnawing pain in his back. The warden walked beside him like they were old friends taking a stroll, puffing a fat cigar a guard had just lit for him. "Now," he began, "Mr. Ace wants that pretty little boy of yours for some reason. I personally don't see what you both are so crazy about... but then that's just me. Anyway. I don't usually give people what they want but I discovered that it could be quite entertaining for me. Especially after that night where you both looked like you were enjoying yourselves too damned much. You made me very unhappy that night. And you most definitely need to make up for that, don't you agree?" No answer. "Well, I sure do." The guards laughed heartily and slapped each other's backs with camaraderie. Something was definitely up and it was not good. "What do you want?" Rhys spat, feeling sick inside but managing to look menacing. Not that the warden was even looking his way. "What do I want?" The warden repeated incredulously, his snigger becoming a wicked laugh. "Nothing much really. I want you to watch." "Watch?" Rhys' stomach dropped. No. "Of course." More sniggering. He was afraid to ask. He was so afraid. But he had to. "Watch what?" "What do you think? You will join a few very important friends of mine and watch our friend Ace have some fun with the little Mr. Jamie." "No!" Rhys did not realise he had spoken out loud. Oh God Rhys thought to himself. It was like his blood has been turned to ice. He knew Jamie would not be able to get back after that. Not if Ace was in the mix. Not in front of strangers. This was so messed up. He could not even begin to comprehend having to watch it happen. "Oh yes." Despite the agony and dread boiling within him, Rhys knew he needed to be calm. He needed to think fast. There was no time. Jamie. "Important friends?" he queried tentatively as they walked. "Yes. As a matter of fact, very important pillars of society. All with more money than you could ever dream of so do not even think about offering me crap." Rhys knew he would do anything, realised he would do anything to protect Jamie from this. "What do you want warden. Name it." The warden simply shook his head as they kept walking. "That can't be the only option," Rhys spoke softly, all menace gone. His voice dropped, pleading now. He had to try. "Warden please, I'm ready to pay –" "Don't you fucking say it or I'll have you thrown into solitary for the rest of your term!" the fat man spat viciously. It seemed like the fact that Rhys had so much money only disgusted him now. "Believe me, you don't want to push my buttons anymore than you already have." "Please... I'll do anything." The warden still said nothing. By now they are out of the prisoners' access area and have entered another building. They walked down a long corridor, approaching a large double door where Rhys could see Ace was waiting leisurely with a few guards. Where was Jamie? "Warden give me a minute, please," he tried again, putting all of his heart into his pleas. A smirk covered the warden's face as he revelled in the power. It felt even better than when he controlled Ace. The warden stopped and they faced each other. The fat man's eyebrows rose in question. "You know I'm an actor right?" Eyebrows rose further without a word. Rhys took a deep breath. "They... your important friends... they probably know me." Still silence. "Would it not be more interesting if you had a famous actor entertaining them rather than..." he let it hang in the air, heart pounding painfully in his chest. Even breathing was quite painful at this point. The eyebrows came down this time, forehead furrowing in thought. The warden thought about it. It had crossed his mind that his guests could very well know Rhys or at least may have heard of him but he was young. His guests were two generations ahead easy. But then again Rhys had done a good number of movies and had even won a few grammys. Bringing an actor in could equate to more dough for him. Much more. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. There was always Ace to make things interesting if it went awry. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Rhys went on. "I'll do whatever you want me to do to him. Your friends will see me enjoy doing what they want. Just tell me how you want it to be and I'll do it. Anything." Just not Ace. The warden started walking again, not saying anything still but deep in thought. Rhys followed him, his heart in his mouth. "You want to do this?" Rhys nodded. "You really want to do this?" Another vigorous nod. "We are talking sadomasochistic sex here Mr Rhys, not lovemaking. Not exactly your forte, considering who's involved." "I can do it." "You have to hurt him. Real bad. That's what my friends want. It's that or Ace comes in," the warden stared at him seriously. "I admit I had you in mind initially but Ace seemed a better fit for the scenario. Which I must add, was thanks to you too as you will soon see." He chuckled to himself for a bit. "The only reason I'm even considering this is because I know my guests would possibly recognise you and that is good for me. But if you fuck this up, I will not only let Ace do whatever he wished with him, I will have Jamie moved into Ace's cell. You understand that?" He nearly wept with relief at those words, despite the underlying horrendous threat. He would cross that bridge when he got to it, for now, it was one step at a time. Ace stepped forward when they reached the door, a sly grin on his face. "You up for it Rhys? Think you can watch me be the big bad wolf?" His sneer was victorious as the doors were opened and Rhys was pushed inside at Warden Cutler's instruction. Ace had no idea that plans had changed and Rhys was not about to tell him. Rhys' heart lifted even if for a second with overpowering relief as he saw his Jamie cringing on the steps of the curved stage at the far end of the dimly lit room, his knuckles white as they gripped on the curtains. The room was the size of a small theatre, complete with a stage and heavy burgundy curtains all round. In the centre of the stage was a massive black bondage cage adorned with all manner of contraptions. Rhys did a double take; feeling sickened all over again. This was what Warden Cutler meant when he said the scenario had been thanks to him. He was surprised at the place, but more so the cage. It was the exact scene from one of his movies where he had been a serial killer who raped and tortured his victims before killing them. Good grief, it could be the same cage if that was possible. What the hell was going on? The warden was much sicker than he thought. Rhys was surprised that this theatre existed in here at all. But then he was a prisoner and this was outside their access area. The small man caught sight of him and ran over with a cry, burying his face in Rhys' belly in relief as the big man enveloped him in a fierce hug. The guards let them be this time and they hugged each other tight. Rhys could feel tears stinging his eyes and he forced them back with effort. Jamie was crying as Rhys slid him round him so he was standing behind him. He immediately buried himself in the small of Rhys' back, holding on tight and trying to calm his nerves with Rhys' smell. Ace stayed by the door though, watching intently as Rhys kept Jamie behind him, his only way of shielding him at the moment. The warden had just told him there were to be changes in the general plan. "You know you can't fuck him in front of an audience, you're too good for that, aren't you? Think about it, you might actually know some of the people watching this. They might be filming it. Can you see the headlines rich guy?" Rhys just stared at him. "See that cage there?" Ace taunted, "That's where it's gonna happen. But I'm sure you already know that, don't you. You really think you can do torture? To your little baby? I seriously doubt that." Jamie was whispering in Rhys' back you promised, you promised. The voice was almost inaudible but Rhys heard him. It was never up for question anyway; he didn't need to be reminded. He could never let anyone touch his Jamie. "I'm doing it." Ace's face dropped in disbelief. That was the last thing he expected. The rage he had been holding back in hope that Rhys wouldn't accept pushed forth and he broke into a snarl and stepped forward. Fat fingers snapped and guards grabbed Ace and pulled him back, handcuffs immediately snapped on his wrists. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 04 Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Copyright – Poshbillionaire 2010 CHAPTER FOUR 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..." "But what?" "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." "In writing..." "What?" "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?" "Oh?" "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. "Ready?" 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?" "Nope." "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. Rhys. 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. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 04 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. "R-Rhys." "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. "Rhyssss..." "Who's making love to you?" "You... Goddd..." "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. "Yeah." 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. "Hey." "Sleep well?" "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. "I know." "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." "Good news?" "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?" A nod. "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." The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 04 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?" "Yeah... kinda." 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. "Mmh?" "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. "Why not?" "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?" No answer. 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. "Oh..." 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. God. Those fingers. Like magic. 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. "Oh God!" 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. "Rhy!" 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. "No." 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. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 05 Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. Copyright – Poshbillionaire 2010 A huge heart shaped thank you to Roughboy18 for editing and putting up with my endless delays, you're fab! Here we go... CHAPTER FIVE They were halfway down the corridor, chatting excitedly to the interested glances of the prisoners who could see them from their cells when Jamie suddenly realised what had been nagging at the back of his mind despite his excitement at seeing his best friend. Rhys. Rhys' face when he saw Richard. "We need to go back." He muttered, scratching the back of his head a bit sheepishly. "What? Why?" Richard queried, smile freezing for a minute. "I need to introduce you to someone first." It wasn't a lie, he really wanted to make things clear to Rhys who Richard was just as much as he wanted to introduce them. He couldn't have him thinking something untoward was going on. He didn't think about why he wanted to do this, he just knew he needed to. Now. "Who is it that I need to meet so badly –?" Richie sighed as his friend simply grabbed him by the hand and pivoted in the direction they were coming from. Rhys was lying flat on the cold floor and looking straight up at nothing. His eyes were a blank stare. Jamie didn't like it. "Rhys?" No response. "Rhys, are you okay?" The big man still didn't budge; all Jamie got was a blink. One frigging blink. Well Richard had had enough. He straightened up and went into 'prison officer' mode. "Can you stand up plea – oomph! What?" Richard glared at Jamie as he rubbed his side, which Jamie had just punched. Jamie looked at Richard sternly, and then at the set of keys hanging on his waist belt. "You can open the door right?" "Of course I can. Jamie, what's this all about?" He stopped when Jamie made a fist to remind him. He shook his head in amusement. "Fine." "Open the door." "What do you want Jamie?" Rhys spoke at last, his deep voice rumbling over their argument. Jamie turned to him in relief, small hands gripping the bars so tight his knuckles went white. "Rhys." He said again in a low, soft voice. He was asking the big man to look at him. Something. Rhys took a deep breath and turned his head. His face remained blank, expressionless. But his eyes were filled with turmoil. Jamie's heart wrenched painfully. "I want you to meet someone." No movement. "Please?" Richard looked between his friend and the dangerous looking giant in the cell, wondering what the hell was going on. He looked again at the big man... "Why do you seem familiar? Do we know him from home?" The two men ignored him, but Rhys now pulled himself upright, eyes glued on Jamie who was doing the same. He came to the cell door, fingers slowly circling and gripping the bars over Jamie's fingers, enveloping them completely. It was like electricity was crackling in the air. Jamie gulped at this show of territory, loving but hating the wash of delight he felt at what Rhys was doing. His. Blushing harshly, he finally found his voice, "Rhys, this is Richie – Richard, my best friend since childhood." Rhys' eyes widened slightly then went back to blank. He was obviously fighting his reaction. "Best friend." "Yeah. He just transferred from Feather. I had no idea he was doing that... coming over here I mean. He's been in the prison service since we left uni." He rambled on, trying to explain, to get some understanding from the big man. "Oh." Was all he got back. Jamie sighed. "Richie, this is Rhys." Richie raised an eyebrow at the lack of qualification of the relationship. As far as he knew, his friend was straight but this all looked... somewhat intimate. Intense. The big man looked contained, like he was holding himself back. Jealousy. Definitely jealousy. Suddenly it clicked. "Rhys Foxton? Rhys Foxton!" Richie gasped in growing recognition of the fact that this was the famous actor as well as the person he had heard was involved in a great deal of drama with Jamie in here. "The actor?" "Yeah, the actor." Jamie moaned in mock exasperation. Rhys' lips twitched. Just a little. Jamie saw it and beamed wide. "What? Can't I be surprised to see a famous actor? Just because he's your friend doesn't change the fact that he is famous." Richard spouted indignantly. He turned to Rhys, hand held out for a handshake. Rhys looked at him and then his hand, reluctant to let go of Jamie. He heard a long drawn out sigh from Jamie and shook his head in amusement, pulling his hand away to shake Richard's. "Any friend of Jamie's is a friend of mine." Richard continued agreeably. "Same here," Rhys rumbled. "Nice to meet you." "How polite," Jamie added with a smirk. He stifled a giggle when Rhys' hand squeezed his and he let go of Richie's hand to grab Jamie's other hand as well. He tugged at the hands until Jamie was facing him directly. Then he leaned in close, voice dropping. "You want me to be rude to your best friend?" The small man swallowed visibly, very obviously hypnotised by Rhys' stare. Goosebumps dominoed up his arms and down his back. "I didn't say that." Staring. Hard. "Rhy... stop. I've got to go." Rhys let go immediately and the swiftness of it made Jamie's chest constrict. He had no idea why. He was beginning to regret asking to be taken back to his cell. He really did want to stay with Rhys. He wanted to curl up in those large arms and chat. And make out. And make love. But his courage was somewhat clogged in his throat. The appearance of his best friend, howbeit a good thing, didn't help matters. Rhys walked backward with his hands raised, his face blank again. Jamie made to speak but Rhys' look stopped him. "Go," the big man said before turning away from them. "Nice to meet you Richard." Richie had to practically peel his friend off the bars and drag him away. He definitely had to have his questions answered, now more than ever. * * * * They spent hours in the interview room by the wing office catching up on things. Richard really wanted to know all about Rhys and Jamie kept trying to avoid the subject. "So you're..." "Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say. I'm not whatever you think." Richie stared at him and he looked away in embarrassment. "So there's nothing going on with you and that scary giant?" Jamie couldn't help himself. "He's not scary!" Richie laughed. His friend chose the wrong bit to defend. "Really? He's akin to an extra terrestrial at least. He is built like one, I'll tell you that. Even beside me, much less you. Jesus, the guy is like seven feet tall!" "Yeah, rub it in will you?" Jamie muttered. "Not like that stopped you-" Richie teased, getting a punch for his trouble. "What?" He straightened up as a thought struck him. "Your vehement denial is... Are you sure – " he frowned in contemplation, "should I be insulted by this?" Jamie frowned, drawing invisible circles on the table. "No. Of course not. It's nothing to do with you or the way you are. Honest. It's me. I'm not gay. Simple as. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with gay people, its just not me." Richard's eyes widened as a memory crawled back to him. He kept it to himself. "I don't believe that for even a second. This sounds like some warped sense of 'I've always been the one protecting the gay guy so I can't possibly be gay myself'." Jamie buried his face in his hands with a weak, "No." "Or maybe it's a 'It's my best friend that's the gay one, not me. Never me', huh?" "No Richie. Stop okay?" "Jamie. Remember your own words? "Being gay is not the end of the world. There's nothing wrong with liking or loving a man." Remember?" he got a nod. "Maybe you should think about taking your own advice sometime." "This is completely different, Richie." "What exactly does that mean?" "I'm not gay." Luckily for Jamie, the call came for lights out lockdown and Richard had to leave so he escaped further interrogation from his friend. It was temporary relief though, he knew that but he was glad for it because he had no idea why his situation was any different. He just couldn't deal with this. He honestly didn't know how, other than to run. And he had nowhere to run to, not with Richard one way and Rhys the other. * * * * Richard couldn't get his mind off Jamie and his thing with the actor prisoner. His friend was obviously caught up in it but in denial at the same time. He thought about the words Jamie had used. "I'm not gay..." They had jarred him. Jamie didn't know this, but when he had been attacked that terrible day in the school garden, and Richard had found him and called an ambulance, all he had been saying as he flowed in and out of a consciousness, was, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay." They were about 16 at the time and Richard had just come out as gay in school against Jamie's advice. He regretted it profusely now, for Jamie had begged him to keep quiet about it. They had had many arguments about it that their parents had begun to worry. At the time no one knew but Jamie and he had kept that secret for about 3 years. They were about to graduate and Jamie had hoped to do so in peace. He feared the repercussions of letting people know in their small conservative town, but Richard was not having it. Richard had known he was gay since before he even hit puberty and had just about waited long enough to let it out. He realised how selfish he had been about the situation now but it had been all he could think about. Surprisingly, there hadn't been such a bad reaction to Richard's coming out. Things had happily gone back to normal until five months later when Jamie was cornered at the back of the school by their homophobic football team and mistaken for Richard. It seems he kept trying to tell the guys they had the wrong person and he was not gay but the boys didn't give a shit. They beat Jamie up within an inch of his life. He suffered many injuries; a fractured right femur and right foot, four broken ribs, a dislocated jaw and significant internal bleeding from a ruptured spleen. Not to mention the massive bruises and wounds all across his back from the hard kicks and blows. All for something he was not. Jamie had managed to crawl through the school door and if it was not for Richard, impatient about getting him so they could go see the latest slash movie, rushing from the home economics class and then to the art class and then to the garden to find his friend all but a bleeding pulp. He had called an ambulance and tried to get Jamie to tell him who had attacked him. All the small broken boy could say was, on repeat, "I'm not gay." On and on and on. Jamie never remembered those words when he came to. Even though he had kept saying them through the months he was in and out of the coma. But Richard could never forget. It seemed this could be the root of Jamie's denial of what was happening with Rhys. He was saying those words again. His terror was rearing its ugly head, subconsciously it seemed. Richard could never forgive himself for what had happened to his friend because of his selfishness and stupidity. He had sworn to protect him from then on. That was why he had been trying to transfer to HMP Markham since Jamie had been incarcerated. It had been very difficult and he had had to take a demotion in order to do so. His governor at HMP Feather had thought he was completely crazy. He hadn't bothered to tell Jamie about his plans to transfer because he knew his friend would have tried to stop him. He didn't care. He was going to be there for Jamie for as long as he was able. Now coming here and hearing all the crazy stories, about the warden, about the actor, about the crazy Ace, he knew he had done the right thing. * * * * 2 weeks later The library was another improvement to the prison. It was in the same building it had always been in but had now been vastly enlarged, with the activity rooms on either side of it moved and designated elsewhere to allow for expansion. It was pretty impressive. All the makeshift shelves were gone, replaced with proper shelving and even the odd glass drawers. Very posh. More books had been provided and they filled the shelves nicely, giving more authenticity to the place. It was also very quiet and tranquil, absolute heaven for Rhys. This was why he joined Old Cole working there as soon as there was an opening. As soon as the old man had told him of the plans to expand, he had jumped at the chance to escape the world of the prison as often as he could. Old Cole was grateful for the company. It had been just him in there for too damned long. Now he was sick of it. He was happy to just chat now... and watch Rhys stack the books onto the new stands. The big man loved the place, God knows he was tall enough to do the work without a ladder. He had a couple of others helping as well though. He had made sure to choose quiet, well-behaved prisoners. The library was not a place for drama; for those who wanted to lay low and serve their time, yes, but never for drama. He watched the new officer approach them, gave him a nod, and excused himself. Jamie's officer friend would obviously have more to say to Rhys than to him. He liked to watch it all. It made good entertainment in his old age. "So you and Jamie..." Richard leaned against the wall right by where Rhys was stacking books. All the other prisoners had inched away to give them space. Rhys raised an eyebrow, slowing his pace but not stopping. "Me and Jamie...?" "Yeah." Rhys turned to him, leaning over slightly against the bookshelf but still way too tall and imposing. Jesus, Richard thought. "I don't understand. Did you just ask a question?" "Are you fucking my friend?" Richie asked bluntly. The huge man's nose flared. He had touched a nerve there. Good. "That, sir, is none of your fucking business." Rhys turned and continued to stack the books as if to tell Richard he was done talking. Well, Richard sure wasn't done. "He's my best friend." "Then maybe you should direct that question to him and not me. Wouldn't that be much more appropriate?" "I have. He says there's nothing going on." "So you don't trust your best friend then." It was not a question. "It's not that," Richard stated. "It's the way you act around him. The way he acts around you." "You really need to speak to Jamie." Rhys stopped stacking, looked down, and sighed. "I can't help you. Sorry." "He's never been gay. Are you sure this is not because of you?" "Me?" "Yeah. My colleagues - I heard you were forced to spend the night together in solitary - and you made it so good that the warden hates you for it." "Look, we got into this with the warden and it was either that or die. I did my best in the situation, considering that neither of us wanted to go through with it in the first place. Now you're saying I should've made it bad? You're seriously saying I should have hurt Jamie???" Rhys spat angrily. Richard raised his hands. "Hold up a minute, I'm not saying that at all. It's just... he's had so many opportunities to come out as gay and he has never had or shown any such inclinations. I'm his best friend..." Rhys made a face at that. Richard ignored it. "I've been gay since we were teenagers and he's been there all through! So being gay would not have been an issue for him!" Even as Richard said this, he knew he should have been having this argument with Jamie. But for some reason the small man could not understand or explain... anything. He was at a loss, hence Rhys. "Maybe he's just met the right person..." this was more of a mutter but Richard caught it. "You flatter yourself!" "Do I?" the huge man growled. "I've fallen for him. Gay or not. It's not unthinkable that he should love me back!" Rhys was fuming; this so-called best friend of Jamie's really had some nerve. "Its not like I was gay before I met him either. I'm sure you read the tabloids. You know who I am. It goes without saying." "No need to blow your own trumpet." Richard stared at Rhys. Wow, Richard thought, the huge man did not even realise he had said 'love'. "I'm not. You asked for it." Richard watched him for a moment, deciding to let him know the reality of things. "Something happened to Jamie when we were younger..." He caught the flash of interest in Rhys' eyes, of an almost desperate nature. The giant had it bad. Good thing that, seeing as Jamie was more or less whipped, whether he admitted it or not. Over an hour later, Rhys sat quietly for a good while after Richie had left him. He felt a lot lighter with the knowledge that Jamie's denial was possibly more a mental issue caused by his bad experience rather than plain old rejection. He had told Richard that Jamie needed to know about it. He needed to face what happened and maybe it would help him come to terms with his feelings for Rhys. Thinking of what happened to the little man filled Rhys with rage. He wished he had been there to keep those bastards from touching him. * * * * Taking Rhys' advice, Richard told Jamie everything. After hearing what his friend had to say, Jamie was strangely elated. It kind of made sense now. He had been right to think Richard had become overly protective, long after he had recovered from the attack. Now he understood why. There had been no lasting physical damage and he had made a full recovery. Richard must've felt he was traumatised mentally. He now felt guilty for not agreeing to see the psychiatrist like his parents and Richard had been pushing for then. He recalled their fights and arguments about it, the frustration and anger Richard had expressed over him not wanting to get better with therapy. This must have been why Richie had been so upset at the time. Through the times he had been having the nightmares and everyone had been told by his would be therapist to let him get over it with the passage of time and make no reference to it unless it came from him. Apparently he needed to want the help to be able to benefit from it. Jamie had felt there was nothing wrong with him so he had not bothered with any more doctors or therapists. Served him right for being so stubborn and proud he guessed. Now he could see why he was constantly thinking 'I'm not gay' in his mind without any rationale behind it. It was his mind playing tricks on him after all. If he hadn't been so fucking stubborn, he would've been fine now. Maybe. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. He refused to worry about yet another thing. This was good news. He could sort himself out now. He had no interest in speaking to the prison-designated counsellor though, no one ever did. Who knew what was passed on to the warden? First thing when he got out of here, he would get a psychiatrist or a counsellor to help him deal with things. Definitely. He wondered what the big man would think about all this. For some reason, Jamie couldn't wait to tell him. Maybe... maybe he would understand now. * * * * It was a Saturday. The gym was mostly empty except for Ace and his men. They were all there, using weights of different sizes. When they crowded like this, not a lot of people hung around. Which worked for Ace considering what he had in mind today. "When does Rhys do the library?" he grunted thoughtfully. The boys perked up, always happier when they smelt the promise of trouble. It was in their blood. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 05 "Fridays, I think," Major stated. He was the most outspoken of the group of guys. "Perfect. With him and Old Cole at the library, we'll have free reign," Ace began. "I need you guys to start a little party to keep the guards occupied. Come Friday, I'll need to be somewhere close enough to the laundry that a lockdown wouldn't affect me." He looked around at the men. "Ideas men. What activity won't draw too much attention from the guards?" "I'd say the gym, the small one," Jo murmured in his usual slurred voice. He was the procurer of the group, well the most resourceful anyway. The small gym was hardly used now that there was a larger more equipped one available. It was used mainly by those focusing on weight loss rather than body-building. Save for the storage rooms in between, there was no security door that would shut automatically on a lockdown. There would be nothing to shield little Jamie from Ace when the time was right. "They wouldn't believe you actually want the kitchen. You can say you want to drop some pounds?" "Mmmh, that doesn't sound too bad. The small gym... I can get in the laundry easy." Ace was lost in though for a while. The main thing was ensuring the warden remained unaware of the switch. The rest would be no big deal at all. There were loads of guards that would turn a blind eye. He could fid out the warden's holiday schedule too... It was as if Connor read his mind. "You sure about that though? Would anyone believe you want to actually lose weight?" "So where then?" the huge man asked in exasperation. "I say, cut yourself." Ace stared at Connor with a look that said 'really???' "Listen a minute. Once you do that, you get taken to the infirmary. That way it all happens on the one day before any of the men are the wiser." "Mmmh...." "Just a small cut. It just has to bleed enough to be noticeable..." Connor encouraged. The infirmary was even better, located directly opposite the laundry. Ace wasn't exactly convinced though. "But if there's a party, it wouldn't do good to have a wound. That would be a weak spot." Major said as if he had read Ace's mind. "Yeah, that'll make me vulnerable," Ace agreed. "You, vulnerable?" Connor asked in disbelief. All the men laughed, beginning to talk all at once. "And they would chain you to the bed too..." "Yeah. Damn, that's even worse." "Well..." "Well what?" Ace cut in. He was getting impatient. "You can pretend to have chest pains some days before. You know, act like you can't breathe..." "Get to the point man," Ace growled. "When you see the nurse, talk about your weight like maybe that's the reason. You know weight loss and all... then start talking about using the small gym..." "Ahhh... it would have to be a while before so it all looks legit," Ace added. "Yeah..." "So you're saying I'm fat?" "Err... no. Come on Ace. Y-you're a giant of a man, that's all..." "Don't like it," Ace decided. And that was the end of that. Major breathed a sigh of relief. Better that than face his anger. "Any other ideas that don't focus on my size? Think, you bastards." "What about the warden?" Connor said quietly. It was what they were all thinking. "Shut up Connor. That's my fucking business." The question hung in the air though. The men all knew the deal with the warden. After all, Ace had nearly blown their ears off raving and ranting about the warden keeping Jamie out of his reach. "I'll be in and out of there in a blink. You guys have got to do your part good. I'll need good time to get my shit done. Okay?" They all nodded. "So no little spats. I want a good party. Rile the turbans up or something. Rile everyone up." "But they'll still know its you..." "How?" "Your history with the little..." "Don't worry about that," Ace cut him off. "There's no way he'll be able to say a thing. I'll make him forget who the fuck he is, let alone who I am." "Maybe wear a mask?" Jo offered. "I could make you one?" "Fuck. All right. Do that." The huge man groaned impatiently. "Just make sure it's done properly, don't want no makeshift piece of crap. If I decide to wear it." He actually had no interest in wearing a mask at all. He had wet dreams imagining Jamie's face when he took him. It would be momentous. Jamie would be his at last and there was no way he was denying himself the satisfaction of the little man knowing it was him without a doubt for anything in the world. He already had a long sentence, there was nothing else they could do to him that would make a difference. Jo looked offended. "You know me better than that Ace," he said. "I'll do it right." "You do that." They were at it for days on end. Ace wore them out before finally deciding on a course of action. Friday the 13th. He thought it would be symbolic. * * * * Movement was almost over. Rhys and Old Cole were making their way through the numerous paths and hallways to the Wings with two of the other guys. They usually waited for the loud and unruly crowd returning from the activity compounds to dissipate into their respective Wings. Rhys had taught Jamie to do the same. It limited any chances of getting caught in fights or waylaid by anyone. There were three guards at every gate, to watch as they went through. Most of the time they simply stood to one side and chatted as the prisoners went past, only paying attention if there was an altercation after it had started. Typical. As they were the last to walk through the main gate that led only to the Wings, the guards locked the gate when they had gone through and walked up behind them. Rhys overheard Officer Morgan being offered sympathy by another officer. He seemed to be talking about his daughter. Her terrible accident. His partner had died too it appeared. Hit by a drunk driver. That jarred Rhys. "She's struggling a lot still. Won't let anyone but my Mom and me see her. Feels she looks horrendous. The NHS won't do any more surgeries even though they know this is what would make the most difference. Costs too much they say and the margins are not enough for it to be worthwhile expense. Can you imagine that? So my baby has to go through life unable to hear, paralysed and on top of that, afraid to be seen and the bastard driver had to go and die on us. Thirty thousand pounds? Where am I supposed to get that from?" The officer sounded close to tears. "I really wish that fucker had lived you know, so I'd at least have someone to blame... other than myself." The other officers rallied round him as he rambled disjointedly, comforting him with reminders that it was not his fault that his daughter had snuck out so late at night to go drinking with her mates and his partner had had to go pick her up alone because he was busy here at work. He had chatted with Officer Morgan quite a few times every now and then and had had no idea the trauma the officer had gone through. They had hit it off when someone said they looked alike, Rhys couldn't remember who now, one of the officers maybe. He was just about an inch shorter than Rhys but a great deal slimmer, though with quite broad shoulders as well. Aside from their significant heights, Rhys didn't think they looked anything alike. "Drunk driver..." Rhys murmured quietly to himself, his mind working. Old Cole looked over at him. "That was not you Rhys." "But it could've been. I came so close you know." The old man shrugged. Rhys was plagued by his offence constantly. He knew talking to him was not going to help, he had tried a lot in the past. It always came back to this. He guessed everyone had to deal with their demons. "Then you should be thankful that it wasn't. You can't do any more than that, otherwise you'd go crazy." "Maybe I can help?" "You mean Morgan?" "Yeah. He said the NHS wouldn't do any more surgeries for her. What do you think?" "Good idea, especially if it'd make you feel better." Rhys just smiled. It definitely would, he thought. He nodded to the old man and they split up, the big man slowing his stride considerably. He fell in step with the guards soon enough. "Officer Morgan? Can I have a word please?" The officer agreed as good naturedly as he could manage and they stepped away from the others. They kept walking to his Wing so he would not miss the roll call. "Sorry about your daughter..." Rhys began. Officer Morgan raised his eyebrows tiredly but nodded his thanks. "I can help?" "I don't need help." The other man frowned. "And why would you want to help anyway. What's it to you?" "You do know what I'm in here for? Right?" "Who doesn't?" "Then you know why..." "I don't want your charity Foxton. I know you're filthy rich or whatever, but that's your concern. I-" "But this is not about you, is it? It's about a child who needs surgery to be able to function normally and lead a normal life. You said it would make a lot of difference to her life. Do you not want that for her?" "Look, this is none of your business. I can deal with my own problems." "Really. How? Where are you going to get thirty thousand pounds?" Rhys queried. "I'll still give the money away. I just have to find someone who needs it. Wouldn't you rather that it was your daughter who benefited? This is not about your pride, man. Its about your daughter." The officer looked conflicted as he thought about it. It took a while. Roll call came over to them, ticked him off and Rhys resumed waiting for an answer. "Really? Thirty thousand? You'd do that?" "Yes, really." Rhys laughed, relaxing as he watched the man give in. "If you're sure you're happy to do this." "We will keep this confidential if that's what you're worried about." "Oh God..." the guard fought back tears. The reality of his daughter being able to get the help needed suddenly overwhelming him. He was so elated. "Thank you so much." Rhys smiled, "I'll ring my solicitor later today. He'll need bank details and stuff. If you aren't comfortable giving them to me, give them to him." There was shock written all over Officer Morgan's face. He hadn't thought the big guy would work that fast. He couldn't believe it, he was going to have the money to help his daughter! At last! He struggled visibly to keep calm. "No that's no problem. There's nothing in it anyway." Officer Morgan pulled out a small notebook from pocket and scribbled onto it. His hands shook as he wrote. He tore it out and handed it to Rhys. They shook hands. "I won't forget this man." "That's not what this is about. Just get your daughter well as best you can." "As best I can..." the guard agreed solemnly. "Thank you. Thank you so much for this." Rhys knew giving out money this way did not change what he had done. It felt good to do it and that was enough for him. * * * * When Jamie started to tell Rhys the news, the big man was unsure whether to act like he knew or not. He decided to keep mum and let Jamie speak. Rhys still had a bit of a headache after staying out in the sun all day long so he had taken a table at the far end of the hall, away from the noisemakers. He was quite shocked when Jamie came over to join him of his own accord. He refused to think there was anything to it. There was some disturbance when Ace came in as usual, pushing around some new guys until the guards stepped in. Rhys knew he would be looking out for them next. They were his favourite past time. He found himself shifting closer to the small man to reassure him. And surely enough Jamie was all tense. "You okay?" he asked quietly. "Yeah I guess." Jamie murmured, trying not to jump at the sound of Ace's barking laughter. Obviously trying to get their attention, Rhys thought. "Relax okay. Just ignore him." Jamie nodded, shifting closer as well so not just their thighs touched but their arms and shoulders too. "I-" Rhys started to speak at the same time, "How ha-" They chuckled. "You go." Rhys suggested. He would be happy to watch those lips work. "I need to tell you something." The small man began nervously. He was blushing but determination was all over his face. Rhys listened. Jamie lowered his voice further, "I was attacked by a group of homophobic guys when I was 16. I was in a coma for a while. Richie just told me there was more to it... I think I might have had some mental... I don't know, psychological damage...?" Something caught in his throat and he suddenly couldn't get more words out. "I know, Tiny." It was out before Rhys could stop himself. So much for not telling Jamie he knew. Silver eyes stared up at him. So fucking beautiful. "Richard?" "Yeah." He wanted to put an arm around Jamie's shoulder, he wanted to kiss his worrying forehead. He wanted all of him so fucking bad. He wished... Jamie looked away, blushing at the intensity he had seen. "Big mouth." "Don't be mad at him. He's trying to deal with this too." "I guess..." "So..." Rhys began, feeling his nerve wilt just a little and divert. "Are you going to get therapy then?" Jamie nodded. "That's good. Dr Windrake?" "No way." That was the prison counsellor. "A proper counsellor. When I get out." "That's really good." There was still something hanging in the air. They both knew it. Rhys felt himself press against Jamie's warmth, almost gasping when the small man leaned right back. Oh God. Breathe. He kept his head down so no one could see his turmoil. They ate quietly, very aware of each other. He couldn't help himself. "So... what does that mean for us?" Jamie gulped visibly, blinking at his plate. He tossed the remains of his food back and forth. They were both focused on the movement. "What do you mean?" "Are you really asking me that?" "I don't understand what you mean?" "What did you just tell me all this for? Surely you had a reason." "I wanted you to..." Jamie took a deep breath. "So... so you'd understand where I'm coming from..." "That's all?" the pain in Rhys voice was evident and it somehow radiated into Jamie's chest. "Rhys..." he began hesitantly. "Let's just eat okay. I don't want to get worked up right now in front of all these bastards." His eyes shut tightly as he fought to keep from doing just that. "Rhys-" "Just leave it okay!" Rhys hissed. He had been so right to think there was nothing to it but all of a sudden it seemed to hurt so much more. Maybe it was the headache. Fuck. Who was he fooling? A small hand slunk underneath Rhys' arm and wrapped over his trembling fist that was pressing into the table. This pressed them even closer together as the small man's shoulder slipped snugly into Rhys' underarm. Jamie's face burrowed into his bicep and inhaled his scent breathlessly. Warmth filled Rhys. It annoyingly began to calm him down. How could this small man have so much power over him? "Jamie..." Jamie had never seen the big man like this. Usually frustration and anger was foremost in their arguments, but now... it was different. The blatant emotions scared and elated him equally and his heart felt like it would overflow and combust. Knowing he was the one hurting Rhys like this was too much. He still needed help, he knew that now even more than ever. Much as being so close to Rhys gave him some intrinsic unexplainable joy... he still needed time. And in that time, he was too afraid to get deeper than he could manage right now. It was too much already. He squeezed tighter as the big man heaved a deep breath, bringing his other hand to wrap around Rhys' arm as well. He didn't even realise that he was doing. Soothing Rhys was like the most natural thing to do now he wasn't over thinking it. There were quite a few eyes on them, not that they cared. Hostile and friendly alike. Roger looked ecstatic and Old Cole cautious. The old man wagged a finger at Roger in amusement. Ace however looked murderous, spitting vilely into his plate with food still in it. His mates knew not to say a word and just acted like they had seen nothing at all. Rhys kept his eyes shut, thoroughly ashamed as desperate hope enveloped him along with the tightness of Jamie's arms. He didn't want to hope, really, but it hurt too much not to. * * * * One week later. Jamie was in a good mood. He had received a call first thing that morning from his lawyer, telling him that there was a lead on a bank account that would possibly connect someone else in his firm to the missing money. It was just a matter of time. In addition to the information from Richard, things were generally looking up. He hummed to himself amidst the drone of the huge washing machines and tumble dryers as he did the last batch of laundry he was assigned to. Happy to have finished early so he could now relax the rest of the day, he loaded the large trolley with the laundry and pushed it to the laundry storage room. He needed a break badly after the long steamy day filled with the whiff of cleaning chemicals. Thoughts of Rhys crept into his head as they did every hour of every day but he blinked them back. He got into the large room, parked the trolley by the side of the door with other trolleys, and began stacking the sheets neatly so that they could be counted and itemised. The towels were last and were stored way down at the end of the room. He heaved the large pile up in one go because he didn't want to have to go twice and struggled over. He rounded the corner. The sight before him stopped him in his tracks. Rhys was standing against the shelves with another man in front of him. All over him. Practically on top of him. The man was small and somewhat stocky. Not as small as Jamie, but small enough though with a good amount of bulk and muscle. Certainly not like Jamie. He also had a scarf round his head so you could make no mistake as to what he was. A queen. And his hands were reaching up and touching Rhys' head with a bit too much familiarity. Jamie stood there in shock, conflicting emotions and questions tearing at him. Tears stung his eyes and he fought to push them back, willing his legs to move and get him out of there. He had pushed Rhys away since, only being civil. Now Rhys was finding happiness somewhere else. What business was it of his? The towels toppled from his shaking hands and the two men turned at the sound just as Jamie's legs finally heeded him. Rhys' eyes pleaded with Jamie in that instant and he pushed the stocky man away from him. "Jamie! Wait! Please!" But Jamie turned and ran. Blindly, just wanting to get away and hide. He felt sick, like he was going to throw up. He kept running, ignoring Rhys' voice calling his name as he thundered after him. Rhys caught up with Jamie in no time and grabbed him, holding the small man's back against his chest. He turned him around slowly and met the wild, confused, hurt and accusing silver eyes. "Jamie..." he began but Jamie stopped him with his hands in the air, shaking his head in some kind of denial. "You don't need to explain anything to me... there's nothing between us. Is there? Nothing at all... I just overreacted... I am fine, really... let go..." He slapped Rhys' hands away from his shoulders as the big man attempted to calm him. "I'm alright... go back to your business... argh." He groaned suddenly, keeling over. Before Rhys could bend over him he had stood upright again, gasping as he stepped backwards, his hand holding his belly in surprise "I feel sick... why do I feel sick... arghhh... why do I feel si...?" He slapped at Rhys' hands again, his eyes dancing crazily in confusion, his face wincing and then struggling to smile widely in turn, tears brimming. "Don't you dare explain; I am fine... I am fine..." He began to hyperventilate, gasping for air in a state of shock. "It hurts... its not supposed to hurt... why does it hurt...?" He choked on his words as the tears poured out at last, all his strength lost. The Discovery: Prison Inmates Ch. 05 Rhys lifted him into his arms, taking all the blows the small hands rained on him, dying inside at the thought that one stupid act of an idiot could have caused this pain. He was so totally overwhelmed by his feelings for the man in his arms and the pain he felt for hurting him. He stood that way till all the fight went out of Jamie and he crumpled into his shoulder crying. He saw Old Cole and Roger start to step forward but the hard look he gave them kept them away. He ignored the inmates watching and headed back into the laundry storage room to where he had told the cause of his problems not to move an inch or else. He glared at the apologetic looking man who was waiting nervously. He came up close to him, still carrying a shaking Jamie. "You explain what was going on when he came in. Right now!" he said grimly through clenched teeth. "But he's crying..." "You better make sure he hears you then." The effeminate man, Lady as he called himself, began to explain himself as loudly as he could, stammering in growing fright as he realised he could be in big trouble. He said he had heard that Rhys and Jamie had been made to do it down in solitary and had seen them in the field that day and thought it had been so hot between them. He had wanted to try his luck and see if Rhys would give him a go. He had been teasing him and touching his hair in his bid to seduce him but that hadn't worked. He said that Rhys had simply been amused and had been telling him he was not interested when Jamie had come in. All the while Jamie's head remained buried in Rhys' shoulder. Rhys nodded to Lady that he could go because Jamie's heaving was subsiding a little. The femme scrambled off in relief, apologising profusely and saying it would never happen again. Rhys sat down nervously on one of the large chairs and lifted Jamie's head up to his. As their eyes met, Jamie began to heave again as the tears started. "I wasn't cheating on you Jamie," he whispered, feeling the small man stiffen at his words, his face wincing in denial of their escalating relationship. Well he was going to change that right now. "I was not cheating on you," he repeated clearly again and again, holding those beautiful crying eyes with his and following each statement with a soothing kiss. When Jamie tried to move the bigger man's hands from his face, he deepened the kiss, till he had dissolved the last of the fight left in him. Rhys held him like that for what seemed like hours, staring into his eyes and kissing him, not letting him look away. "Look in my eyes," he whispered. "See that you're not alone in the way you're feeling. I feel the same way, Tiny. I'm trying to deal with new feelings just like you are. The fact that we're men doesn't change that. You're driving yourself crazy trying to fight it so hard." "I'm sc... scared..." "I know, Tiny." "I don't understand how I can feel like this..." "There's nothing wrong with how you feel. It's there now and you can't change that. You just need to relax and let it happen. Remember the last time I got you to relax? Didn't that turn out to be better than you'd thought?" Jamie blushed at his words and hid his face in the broad chest. "I guess..." "Look at me..." Jamie's head tilted back up at Rhys' coaxing. "It has never been that good for me before in my entire life. I would never have thought that was possible. And since then..." Tears stung Rhys' eyes. "Give us a chance Tiny. Stop fighting it and give it a chance. Give me a chance to show you..." Jamie's fingers came over his lips to stop his words, but Rhys nipped at them till Jamie pulled them back. "To show you that we can be good together." "Oh Rhy..." Rhys nuzzled into him, into that soft long neck. "God I love the way you say my name. I could take you right this minute." He chuckled at Jamie's shiver cupping the small face up for more slow kisses. "I've never felt like this before... with... with women." Jamie whispered in wonder. "Neither have I. Don't you see? That's why it's so special. That's why we need to give it a chance." "I feel like I'm falling so hard and so fast. It's like you're all over me all the time. All over, inside me, inside my head, my body, under my skin... I can't think straight anymore." To say Rhys was overwhelmed by this declaration would not be enough. It was like something possessed him in that minute and filled his every pore with a warm fire. This was exactly the same effect Jamie had on him; it was like he was listening to his own mind. It was unreal. He crushed Jamie to him, wishing in his longing that they could melt into one being. Tears filled his eyes and he choked on them, overcome by this for he never cried. Ever. Jamie's eyes flew up as a tear hit his cheek and he stared, frowning intermittently in slow comprehension. "Rhy...?" More tears trickled and hit the tilted face. "If you're falling hard, Tiny, I think I hit the ground a long time ago. And I'm still waiting for you to meet me." Rhys tried to laugh but it ended up a groan as he was also internally fighting the urge to all out weep. He had never felt so bare, so open, so defenceless. This time Jamie took charge. This time it was his small hands that cupped Rhys' face. He tenderly kissed away the pouring tears even as his own were flowing. His breath came in short hitches as he soothed his love. "Oh Rhy... I thought it was just me, having these crazy feelings, afraid of so many things, at first that you thought it was just sex; that you'd think I was a sicko for screaming like a woman. So afraid of falling for you at all. Just so... too damned afraid." Rhys smiled through his tears at this, remembering that he had thought it was just sex initially too. But it was so not, not for him, not for his Jamie. Not by a million miles. His strength built back up and he calmed down, eyes on Jamie's, blatant in his love and ravenous desire through the haze of tears. Jamie gulped, entranced by this gaze. "I think I've hit the ground now Rhys. Will... will you still have me?" Rhys pressed their foreheads together, his eyes mesmerising Jamie. He did not answer immediately. Jamie knew why soon. "Rhy... not here," Jamie protested as Rhys slipped his hand into his track downs and pulled him out. Just the touch of his warm hand and Jamie was hard in seconds. Rhys ignored Jamie's weak protests. "Yes. My Jamie. Yes. Of course I'll have you." Slow knowing strokes. "Make no mistake, Tiny. You are mine now. Every. Inch of you." Jamie was gasping and beginning to buck involuntarily. "Shhh," Rhys coaxed, continuing to emphasise each word with a slow teasing stroke of Jamie's cock. He was well aware that the workday was about to end and they had very little time to mess about. He kissed away Jamie's tears and then faced his mouth as he stroked him, his other arm keeping the smaller man hard against his chest and slanting down into Jamie's tracks so he could lift his bum a bit to bring him higher up. Jamie was holding on for dear life, his hands clenching and unclenching against Rhys' neck and shoulders, drinking in Rhys' soothing whispers, which promised to help him through any fears and insecurities. Promised that they were in this together. All the way. Rhys increased the speed of his strokes and then just as the line up bell began to build up from a distance he slid a finger, just the tip mind, from behind into that tight pulsing rosebud, making his baby come violently in unison with the boom of the bell, the full force of Jamie's orgasm matching the deafening screech of the bell and blocking out his throaty screams from all ears but Rhys'. * * * * They made their way towards the laundry door some minutes later with smiles on their faces. As they reached the door and Jamie started to open it, Rhys grabbed him unexpectedly and lifted him into his arms. Jamie giggled in delighted surprise and wrapped his legs round the firm waist, nuzzling contentedly in the crook of Rhys' neck. "I could get used to this you know," he whispered, after a quiet minute, "You're spoiling me, carrying me all the time..." "I can carry you all day Tiny, so you better get used to it fast because that's gonna be happening all the time. This is your new way of life. Right here in my arms. I'm thinking your legs are going to be made redundant pretty soon," Rhys answered back softly, kissing Jamie's nose as the smaller man looked up at him and giggled at his words. "You know I could prove that to you and take you right here without your feet touching the ground for even a second." Jamie went bright pink and his eyes widened before he hid shyly in Rhys' neck again. Rhys chuckled at the little man's actions but choked a bit as he felt the hardened heat begin to press into his belly. Oh God. "Don't tease Rhy... you shouldn't say things like that," Jamie muttered, embarrassed for he knew the big man could feel his erection pressing between them. Heaven help him, the effect this big man had on him was frightening. Rhys pressed his hand against the small of Jamie's back and flattened him against his body, effectively squeezing Jamie's already aching cock between them. He bent his head to better hear the shy gasps as he kept on with the pressure. "Now that's why I say things like that," he whispered, sending a shudder down Jamie's spine. "I love driving you... absolutely... crazy." Another stronger shudder and a stifled gasp of his name in that small choked voice, so soft and delicious. "Rhy..." Hands grabbed at his underarms and dragged Jamie higher, closer until he was forced to lift his head, facing Rhys directly now with heavy lidded eyes full of overwhelming need. The veins in his slender neck bulged as his body tried to deal with the electricity coursing through it. Rhys returned his gaze, the desire pouring out of him sending more shivers through his small frame and making him whimper. Rhys suddenly bent over, crushing him down against his own throbbing erection making Jamie gasp, first at the shock of the movement and then more desperately at the contact with the heated flesh grinding between his cheeks. The big man straightened back up, crushing Jamie flush against him with large hands almost covering the small torso completely as he enveloped his mouth in a hungry kiss. The small man practically melted in his arms, wondering what he had been thinking all the while to deprive himself of this glorious madness. "Jesus." Rhys gasped, pulling away with difficulty, "We need to get out of here or I'm not going to be able to control myself." * * * * TO BE CONTINUED The Discovery: Prison Inmates No luck. Rhys just held him tighter and covered his mouth with his, plunging his tongue into the gasping mouth without a second thought. He was determined to do this and do it right. It didn't matter to him (was just sex after all) but it seemed a big deal for Jamie. He planned to make it good for Jamie but as he deepened the kiss, he realised he really was going to enjoy this a lot more than he had thought. Rhys tried to pull together memories of his gay friends Aiden and Jon and anything they may have said pertaining to their sex life. Nothing major came to mind; he already knew about anal sex and had done it with a few girls before so he knew about the need for lubricant. That was out of the question obviously in this place. He would have to improvise. And for the rest, he'll simply go with the flow. He could feel Jamie slowly melting into the kiss, his tongue beginning to move around his exploring one. He loosened his grip on Jamie's body and began to stroke the small smooth back, digging into the groves of his spine from his long slender neck to his small bum and feeling and thoroughly enjoying the shivers he was causing. He continued to kiss him deep, tilting his head so he could delve deeper into that surprisingly delicious mouth. Jamie's erection grew against his and soon as he felt its heated length, Rhys began to grind Jamie against him. Soon they were both moaning and grunting at the friction. Rhys' hands and fingers were all over Jamie's body, he couldn't think straight, they were in his hair, on his neck, tweaking his nipples, teasing his belly, dipping into his navel...while his just held on for dear life. He couldn't believe he was beginning to enjoy this, he was losing his mind. So much that he didn't realise where Rhys' hand had gone next till he felt his now engorged cock being pulled out of the waist band of his track downs. Rhys began to stroke his length, slowly familiarising himself with the veined solid slimness, surprised that he was already imagining taking the sweet piece of Jamie in his mouth. "Aww fuck...No...no..." Jamie cried out in between the kisses, trying to jump away but unable to get away, shock reverberating through his mind. Rhys let him push at his chest, his stricken face looking down repeatedly at what Rhys was doing to him in disbelief, trying to fight the building pleasure in his loins. When he started to lift his hips involuntarily to meet the movement of Rhys' stroking hand, Rhys stood up again. This time he pulled both their prison order track downs down to their feet at the same time without much effort, sitting back down immediately and resuming his stroking, the tempo increasing a little. He caught Jamie's whimpering mouth again and began to trace every corner inside of it with his tongue. Jamie's responsiveness excited him beyond words, it had never felt so good to make love to someone before. He was so fucking hard. Jamie's body tensed and then began to buck as his orgasm exploded into Rhys' welcoming hand. The hand kept going till he was milked completely and he slumped against Rhys' broad chest. Rhys stood up slightly to lay him gently on the bed on his back while he slid lower to the smaller man's parted legs. He stroked himself, coating the entire length of his cock with Jamie's come and then shifted his attentions to the rosebud before him. He circled the spasming entrance for a while and then after a momentary thought, started to lick at it. Not even having a chance to recover from his recent orgasm, Jamie became incoherent now, this new sensation blocking all other senses completely. His cock was up again in minutes and it welcomed Rhys' immediate licking with renewed vigour. Rhys slid one wet finger into that channel at the same time as he took the throbbing cock in his mouth. Jamie was about 6 inches hard and Rhys found he could literally swallow him whole. Which he did. "God...awww yes...." Jamie was thrashing on the bed, keening with ecstasy and a growing yet unknown need. He took in another gentle probing finger to the hilt, torn between two mind blowing sensations. Rhys cupped Jamie's small bum in his large hand and lifted him up, not stopping any of his ministrations but positioning himself and adding a third finger, gently stretching. He stayed that way till he felt Jamie stiffen dangerously on the threshold of coming. Then he pulled out his fingers. "No...please Rhy...please I need to..." Jamie didn't wail at the emptiness for long, because the bulbous head began to find its way in. His heightened mind struggled to register the pressure of the coming invasion as Rhys gathered him into his arms and pushed in at the pace of a baby snail. His back arched in confused pain as Rhys popped through the tightened entrance. As the scorching length filled him inch by slow inch his legs began to shake. "Nnnngh....oh God...fucccckkk" "God...." Rhys gasped at the same time at the heat and tightness he was becoming engulfed in. He never thought it would be this good. Already he was becoming unsure at how long he would last in this fire for he could already feel himself bubbling inside. The shock of the fullness cleared Jamie's fuzzy head a bit and he raised weak hands to push Rhys off. Rhys simply wrapped the small hands high and tight around his neck and began to soothe the panicking man with kisses as he waited for him to relax to their joining. He knew he couldn't move till Jamie relaxed, he was big and long. At almost 9 inches long he could not, would not take chances. He began with small short winding thrusts, pressing the weight of his lower body on Jamie so that their crushed bodies could give Jamie's cock some attention too. Slowly their kisses worked their magic and Jamie began to undulate with him, the thrusts increased and found the right spot. Then Jamie went crazy, moaning and begging without inhibition. Begging for more. "Please...Rhy...more...fuck...oh fuck...more...please gawddddd" Oh he got more. Long deep thrusts targeted to that right spot each and every time, the lean hips pulling out till just the head was in and then driving back in with a smooth curve, grinding hard into Jamie's groin before repeating the move so fluidly the small man practically started convulsing as his silver eyes disappeared into his head. Rhys gave him more painstakingly but he made sure to cover the screaming mouth with his to keep his screams to himself as they built up high and agitated with the first orgasm erupting from his small body. Rhys did not stop, exhilarated at the discovery of how to drive this beautiful man berserk, making him harder than ever even through Jamie's clamping orgasm. Revelling in the smooth steaming grip Jamie had on him, the longdicking blowing both their minds as he kept on. By the time they came together, Jamie for the second time and the contracting heat finally forcibly dragging Rhys' out of him with manic ferocity, Rhys knew it was not only Jamie's screams he was muffling but his as well. They shuddered against each other as their orgasms spewed on and in each other. Rhys collapsed on Jamie for a minute then leaned to the side, drawing a low groan of protest from the boneless body as he slid out. He chuckled weakly and gathered the small man to him in a tight squishy spoon. They slept. Rhys woke up feeling the small man bumping against him. It was pitch dark as it was way past lights out. At first he thought Jamie was crying and he leaned over to see. He felt himself become rock hard as he realised that Jamie was wanking as quietly as he could, small sounds escaping his lips. Oh God. His hand slowly snaked to the base of Jamie's turgid length and took hold. Jamie gasped in shock that Rhys was awake but his thoughts jumbled up again as the large hand flicked his away and took over the stroking. He didn't realise he was pushing his bum back against Rhys' hardness with each stroke. Rhys struggled to control himself but as he kept on pushing he couldn't resist his hand snaking between those slick cheeks. He wet his fingers and one slid in easily, Jamie shuddered around it, grinding back even more. Another finger joined in and was welcomed with the same ease. Rhys couldn't take it anymore, he took out his fingers and slid his thigh between Jamie's legs and lifted his thigh up. He slid gently into that still wet heat with one smooth stroke and Jamie cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by this double assault he had never known before. "Yes......fuck....Rhy ohh..." His cries increased as Rhys began to move, whimpering and mewling into the darkness. "Shh tiny...fuck..., this is for us, ahh...us alone..." His fingers slid into Jamie's mouth after a few minutes for the small man couldn't stop the cries. He sucked at the fingers like they were lollipops, moaning as he went. The sucking was so intense that sent a sizzling sensation through Rhys' hand and straight down to his groin. "Fuck Jamie...oh God oh fuck" his thrusts increased and their sweaty thighs slapped deliciously together. He bit into the slender neck in front of him and Jamie bucked against him. He knew they were close and he slammed harder and harder, crying out as Jamie's tightness constricted around him like a gasping vice, feeling his pounding hand enveloped in hot liquid as Jamie came, feeling himself explode and fill the bucking man with his essence. "Oh God...oh God....oh God..." Rhys came so hard and so long he couldn't believe himself. He found he was still grinding against that little body like his body wanted more. He bit into the small man's neck again till the last bit of his come was drained from him. They were both overwhelmed by the intensity of their joining and once Rhys turned Jamie over to face him, they were kissing like full fledged lovers, wanting to melt into each other, legs intertwined and tangled, hands all over each other getting them both hard again, Rhys stroking Jamie who is no longer holding back but is giving as he was getting so that Rhys found himself losing control and the cries becoming twofold. "Rhy..." Jamie pleaded softly as they kissed and stroked, "Please I ...want... I need... want....more...I...need...you inside" "Yes...me too tiny...yes...God I want to be inside too" They made love thrice more that night. It took all of Rhys' strength to get up afterward and pick up their trousers. Jamie had practically blacked out and couldn't move even if he wanted to. He smiled to himself in wonder as he dressed him quietly and then himself. Then he curled up around him and fell asleep once his head touched the pillow. They were woken up violently by a bucket of icy water turned on them by one of the guards. Typical. They were both surprised that the warden did not show up with them. Rhys was sure he was sulking that they had not fought too hard, he knew he would still be out to get them again, if only for that alone. He squeezed Jamie's hand as they were led back into the main prison area towards the cells. Rhys wasn't surprised that the smaller man wouldn't meet his eye, he had already guessed he was the shy type. He took a deep breath to compose his thoughts and not think of the beauty of the night before. Something to remember about this place, even if nothing came out of it. He shook his head, if nothing came out of it? Of course nothing was going to come out of it. What was wrong with him? Rhys Foxton was not gay, simple and short. They walked by Jamie's cell first and Jamie scrambled in without saying a word to him. They guards moved and he followed, wondering why he felt bad. He looked back to absorb the location and number of Jamie's cell and saw him by the bars looking at him. Their eyes met and Jamie looked so wide eyed and lost, Rhys wished he could go to him and tell him he was as confused as he was so there was nothing to worry about but he was dragged off to his own cell on a different wing. He went to work with his messages once he hit his cell, there were a number of things he needed, that Jamie needed too.