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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'syou, this isyou. I need it... slow. I need to know it'syou. I need to knowyouareyou. 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 Jamieneededthis. 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."
