“Say it.” Lawyer’s voice was thick with lust but he didn’t try to hide it, and as he stalked him, his body went rigid. His cock was bone hard. “I want you to say it, Forrest.” He also wanted to take another kiss and then another. He wanted Forrest down on his knees, sucking his cock, nuzzling him with his cheek, and staring up at him like he wouldn’t barter or trade for any other position.
“You weren’t seeing anyone else,” Forrest deadpanned, putting some distance between them by turning his back to him and gripping the bars.
“Matter of opinion.” Lawyer glanced down at Forrest’s ass. One thing about those prison pants, they showcased a fine male tail.
He immediately became on guard. If he’d noticed Forrest’s tight butt looked good in orange, others would, too. Shaking off the weird possessiveness he found quite disturbing, he asked, “See anyone out there yet?”
“That’s comforting. With your lungs and no one showed up? That should tell us something.” Lawyer turned his attention to the security camera. He wondered who was watching them. Was someone on the inside reporting back to Big David? Would David receive insider intelligence about what happened in their cell or was he behind the camera watching them now?
“It tells me we’re all alone down here.” Forrest stepped in the corner and untied his pants to take a leak. As he stood there relieving himself, his back stiffened. His breath grew ragged. He hurriedly yanked up his pants, flushed the toilet, and haphazardly washed his hands.
“Don’t worry. I won’t come on to you while you’re standing at the pisser.”
“That’s good to know.” Forrest shook his wet hands.
Seemingly aware of every transparent drop of water falling to the floor, Lawyer swallowed back any limited fear and admitted, “Carmen accused me of having a thing for you.”
Forrest smirked. “She tried to convince Michelle of the same thing. Michelle asked me about it.”
“How come you never said anything?”
Forrest climbed up to his bunk and grabbed a sports magazine. He rolled on his stomach and flipped through the pages. “It didn’t seem important at the time.”
“It’s important now.”
“Maybe it can wait.” Forrest took a deep breath, mouthed a few words, turned a couple of pages, and added, “Besides, I’m talking to Big David on the worksite. We’re working out a—”
Lawyer slapped his hand against the magazine, crumpled the pages, and tossed it aside. His belly was in his throat. His heart was in his hand. “What are you saying? What do you mean you’re working out a deal? When did you discuss a deal?”
“While you were talking to other prisoners in the chow line.”
“What kind of deal did you work out, Forrest?”
“I’m not sure yet. We’re discussing it on the site.”
“So you already knew you’d have job detail with this monster?”
“Suspected, yes.” Forrest was too calm.
Lawyer narrowed his eyes. “You’re not telling me something.”
“I’m telling you what I know.”
“And pretending you’re just a-okay with this?”
Forrest came to an upright position and swung his legs over the bunk. “I am a-okay with this, Lawyer. When I walked in here, I didn’t come here with the same pretenses you mentioned. We’re in a maximum security penitentiary. I’ve been told what to expect. I know what can happen. My father spent most of his life in one of these five-bar establishments.
“On the bus you talked about tests and trials. My first one is today at twelve. You asked how far I’m willing to go to stay alive. Well at the moment, I don’t know. I can’t answer that, and maybe I’ll never
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