You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual with a soft throbbing pain circling my neck, reminding me of all the fun I had last night. I grasped my neck softly, applying support to the left side as I sat up in my bunk. I was kind of scared to venture out for breakfast in a few hours. My neck probably looks like I’d gotten a hickey from a T-Rex. Shit, I hope they don’t think Gerard’s trying to kill me- I mean, even if he is, I don’t want them to do anything drastic.

I think it’s been maybe a week since I last saw even a slight ray of sunshine anywhere in this disgusting dump. We haven’t been outside in forever- I never thought I’d actually miss the cold wind on my face, or breathing in the sticky exhaust fumes from the thousands of trucks that deliver countless items –and then some- to this place. But I was wrong.

Now I’m stuck here- a shitty fold out table with Gerard on my left, and Kellin sitting on the other side. I was right about getting stares by the other inmates, but most of them let it be. Only Kellin tried to question it, but Gerard and I brushed it off as a small scuffle and nothing more. After a few weird looks, he left it alone.

We’ve been taking turns playing Slapjack for about fifteen minutes, and already Gerard has shows how quick he can be with his hands. He’s won maybe ninety percent of the games we’d played, and I’ve won a grand total of zero. Yay me.

It was my turn to deal out the cards, so I hastily shuffled them before flipping them face down once more. I absent-mindedly began flipping them over one by one, already bored of this charade. It was only two cards when the jack of hearts showed its face, prompting a quick response from Kellin as he slammed his palm on top of the semi-crumpled paper. I watched curiously as he tilted his head forward and pursed his lips slightly, like he was sticking out his tongue. His face quickly fell though, as he went for the more straightforward victory gesture and flipped him off, prompting a wave of dismissal from Gerard. He looked at me and I smiled weakly, unsure of what to say. Kellin returned my fake smile, his foot shaking with anxiety.

The next crash came from Gerard, accidently slapping his hand on the queen of spades. He muttered a quick ‘Fuck.’ before collecting the ten or so cards underneath. I’d begun to continue the game when Kellin lightly tapped my shoulder and gently took the cards from my hand.

“What, quitting already Kel’s? Ready to admit defeat?” Gerard smirked, ready to accept the obvious win. Kellin rolled his eyes before grabbing his notepad and writing two simple words on the yellow paper.

‘Tell him.’

I shifted my gaze to Gerard, who looked at the paper- then back to Kellin with a confused look on his face. His face grew soft, though, when he realized what the silent boy was asking.

“Shit, K. You sure?” Kellin nodded slowly, looking to me as he shrugged his shoulders. Tell me what?

“Pshh, okay. If you say so.” He fixed his position my way, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “Alright, Frank. Listen up ‘cuz I’m probably only gonna say this once. Shit, where do I even start..?”

“Um… The beginning?” I said innocently, earning an annoyed look from Gerard. Kellin stifled a laugh as Gerard probed his thoughts.

“A few years ago, Kellin and myself both has girlfriends-“

“Shocker.” I interrupted, both sarcastically and not so much- given the circumstances of a last nights brawl.

“Can you not? Anyways, both of our girls would shoot up together and get high, fucked up, whatever- on anything they could. I would join in on the fun and get shitfaced on that day’s candy but Kellin here- he was a good boy, and watch over to make sure none of us killed ourselves. Damn sure saved my ass more than once.

“Well one day, his girl Katelynne got into some deep shit with their dealer, and they took her away. Kellin followed them, and was forced to watch as they murdered her.” Oh, shit. I bit my lip as sorrow and pity filled my chest. I saw Gerard flicker his eyes towards Kellin, as if to ask permission once again. He may be a dominant one, but this really isn’t his story to tell. Why can’t Kellin just say it himself?

“Well, to make sure that Kel here didn’t rat them out to the cops…” He nodded towards the quiet one, so I brought my attention there. Kellin looked me dead in the eyes as he cupped his hands around his mouth like a tunnel and separated his lips widely, showing the vast emptiness of it all. But upon a closer look, there rested a pink and white nub. Scar tissue covered every inch of the soft flesh, making it look almost like thick ocean foam were settled there instead of the remains of his tongue. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Kellin tells me they did it with pliers right then and there.” Gerard added, his voice growing thick and heavy with pity.

“Oh my-Fuck Kellin, I’m so sorry.” I whispered. He waived off my apology with a flick of his wrist, not wanting my sympathy.

“I mean can you imagine? He had to give up everything. His band was just starting to get popular too, and then that happened.”

“Really? What did you play?” Kellin shot me an ‘are you fucking kidding me’ look that shut me up quick.

“He woke up in the hospital the days later, with both doctors and cops breaking him the horrible news. The cops questioned him relentlessly about the murder of his girlfriend- they looked at him as a suspect and not a victim. While he was still recovering from an infection, they got a warrant and searched his house. They found the drugs and everything we’d been doing before the people had come and taken Katelynne. That was all they needed to arrest him. They weren’t able to prove he killed her, obviously. But they arrested him for possession and now… here he is.” He finished his story with a sympathetic look and his lips pursed in a flat line.

I opened my mouth to comment but was quickly interrupted by familiar faces shooing us back to our cells. I caught a quick glance of Bob and his little group of underdeveloped twats shooting daggers at me, but I didn’t give them any of the attention they so desperately desired.

The rest of the day was filled with pranks and little boys looking over their shoulders every three seconds in fear. Some of the tougher inmates had taken it upon themselves to scare some of the newbies that thankfully didn’t include me. One of the ‘pranks’ ended up in a brawl where three people were stabbed with makeshift shiv’s in a matter of seconds. Of course the alarms started firing off and we were all dragged back to our cells like traumatized terrorists to prevent further damage.

So now I’m back on my bed, counting every single crack and blemish in the ceiling like my life depends on it. I get to about fifty-six when Gerard starts to mutter obscenities at his artwork once again, forcing me to lose count and start over. Joy.

Gerard is back to doodling in his second bunk. Why wouldn’t he be? It’s not like there’s anything better to do. Although the quick glances and stares are making me uncomfortable, it’s not like he’s shooting poison daggers at me. His looks are more like he’s intrigued.

I’m back at twenty-seven when I hear the quiet rattle of our cell gate. I perked my head up to see Officer Parker looking at me with a soft smile tied to her face. She held a small orb in her hands: a messy tinfoil wrapped base with an orange smeared topcoat, and a black spiral candle -unlit of course- poking out from the top.

“I would’ve been here earlier but Ray accidently crushed the first one.” She laughed softly as her arm passed through the semi-rusted bars. I smiled as I hopped from my bed and retrieved the cupcake. “Happy Birthday, Frank.”

“Thank you- really. Tell Ray too.” I spun around as she quickly made her way back up the corridor. To my surprise, Gerard was actually able to unglue his eyes from his sketchbook for five seconds to acknowledge me.

I took a seat at the unoccupied bunk below and peeled away at the tinfoil and small, cautious bite. Once I determined that this cupcake wasn’t full of cyanide, or spiders, or anything else that could possibly kill me, I took a hearty bite into it. I practically moaned at the taste, the fluffy cupcake made my stomach and taste buds beg for more. Considering what I’ve eaten these past few months, I don’t blame it.

I broke off a small piece and held it up, offering it to Gerard: He’d been eyeing me ever since I’d accepted the small parcel.

“Come on, you know you want some.” I teasingly offered in a singsong tone. “Besides, I’m yours. So what’s mine is yours too, right? I have, like, no rights now, is that how it works?”

“Damn it, Frank.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically as he cracked a smile, jumping off the bed to receive the piece of the gift. “This isn’t some Sub/Dom kinky relationship.”

“Oh shut up, I know. Just be grateful and take the damn thing.” I shrugged my shoulders playfully; my mind actually taking into consideration what a life like that would be like. I popped another piece into my mouth as he accepted my offer and sat down next to me.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He stated with a laugh.

“I know, right?” I chuckled, offering him one more piece before I finished the thing. He greedily shoved it in his mouth and leaned back against the wall.

We both sat awkwardly, our stomachs bubbling regularly as if awaiting more treats. I definitely wasn’t excited about the fact that tomorrows meals would more than likely be filled with more soggy meats. I should’ve savored that cupcake, made it last longer. Damn.

“So, your birthday huh?” Gerard broke me from my thoughts with his simple question. I nodded slightly, relaxing back into the concrete with a sigh.

“Nineteen.”

“Oh, cool. Well- uh..” His voice trailed, like he was unsure of how to carry on the conversation.

“I get it- what a way to spend a birthday, right?”

“Well, yeah. But it’s fucking Halloween dude. I bet when you were little you got tons of extra candy going house to house, you must have been a fat little-“

“Lights out!” A voice boomed from down the hall, shortly before everything went pitch black. I rolled my eyes and blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the sudden lack of light rather quickly.

“Well, sorry I couldn’t get you anything. I mean even Ray got you something, you Ass Kisser.” I chuckled at his comment.

“Eh, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I mean, there’s still time if you want something..” His voice dropped and I could feel things getting awkward, so I tried a more practical response.

“Well if you want to take that broken little pencil of yours and draw me a happy birthday card-“

He scoffed, and I could hear the smirk forming on his lips. “I was thinking more adult terms. When’s the last time you got off?” Oh. He placed his hand high up on my thigh, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb dangerously close to my crotch. I sucked in a sharp breath and tightened my muscles; it didn’t take long for my body to start showing off. It’d been months since I’d had any sort of contact with anyone- including myself. There’s no privacy in here, not even in the showers. Well, the showers are the most unattractive places in here. A bunch of sweaty, naked guys that haven’t shaven their junk in years; it’s not a pretty sight.

“Wow, I haven’t even started. It has been a while now, hasn’t it Frankie boy?” I didn’t have time to respond before he grabbed my crotch roughly.

“Jesus, Fuck.” I choked out huskily, my voice already practically dripping with lust. He cupped his hand around me, rubbing me through the thin orange material. I grew harder with every stroke, trying to swallow every moan that threatened to spill from my lips. An orgasm is one hell of a birthday present.

He slipped his fingers past my waistband, tugging down the wrinkled material. I pushed my body off the bed slightly as he tore them off my legs. I felt them pool around my ankles as a tent threatened to pitch itself in the tight white briefs they gave me.

“Oh, F-“ I bit my lip, trying hopelessly to silence myself as I slapped his hand away and pulled down my boxer briefs. I couldn’t help but groan when the cool air hit my dick, starting tight feeling in my gut. Jesus, Frank. Have some self-control.

A bead or two of pre-cum escaped from the tip of my cock, which had started leaking in anticipation. Gerard wasted no time in using it as a lubricant, toying with my slit teasingly while I writhed under his touch. My hand immediately rushed to cover my mouth, stifling a groan as he wrapped his hand around the base of my dick, pulling upward so tightly I feel everything could spill out and I wouldn’t even notice.

My hands grabbed at the sheets as he switched hands, quickening his pace whilst being rewarded with more lubricant dribbling from my head.

"Fuck, Gee. Faster." I grunted, trying to keep myself in check. I didn't need any childish commentary from the others, nor did I want to hear anyone else get off to my own pleasure.

"Using nicknames, are we Frank?" I heard him chuckle from below, throwing my own words back in my face. I guess I was too wrapped up in my 'present' to notice he'd slipped off the bed, and now rested between my legs.

My dick pulsated between his fingers in anticipation once I realized where he was, and I sighed in pleasure. He moved his hand to the head of my cock, running his thumb across my slit over and over as I felt his tongue trail the underside of my dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. My hand quickly nestled itself in his hair, my fingers grabbing and pulling at the greasy strands. Gerard emitted a quiet groan, the vibrations traveling along my throbbing length. My gut tightened, my orgasm threatening to surface.

"Ohh, fuck. Gee. N-Not gonna last. Ahh!" I struggled to speak; The urge to moan almost overtaking my want to stay quiet. My hips bucked up involuntarily, desperate for more friction.

"Surprised you lasted this long, to be honest." He removed his tongue, and I whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. His hand quickly returned to pumping my shaft, holding a bit more firm and flicking his wrist faster than before. I opened my eyes slightly as his bright hazel eyes reflected what little light illuminated in from the hall, gazing lustily into mine. Something told me this wasn't just a birthday present.

"Come for me, Frankie." He whispered, his tongue dipping into my slit again and again, his other hand moving under my ballsack and fondling it lightly.

"Fuck, Gera-ah, Ah! Ah, F-Oh!" All it took was those words and I was gone. I pulled at my bottom lip with my teeth and clenched my eyes shut, completely failing in my attempt to stay silent. He quickly pulled his tongue away, his hand slowing to a pace that let me ride out my high for seconds on seconds on seconds. I could feel the multiple ropes spurt from my length, where they were going, I had no clue. I could only imagine it landing all over his face and the floor- a thought that caused my cock to twitch and pulsate once more.

I was practically panting by the time I was finally able to open my eyes. Gerard looked back at me, his gaze meeting mine as I caught my breath, a smile forming on my lips.

"Damn, you're good at that." I looked around the room, my eyes finally settling on a bulge showing in his own jeans. "Should I-" I asked wearily, but he cut me off before I could finish.

"No, it's okay. I'll finish myself off later." I frowned slightly, disappointed with his response. I could already see his semi hard-on shrinking with each passing second. Damn, he has a hell of a lot more self control than I do.

I reached down, still slightly shaking from my post-orgasm, and pulled my briefs and jumper pants up from my ankles and around my waist. I heard a quiet tearing sound, but before I could think about what it was, the lights burst back on, blinding me and pissing off everyone else. Gerard stood there, toilet paper in hand as he bent down to wipe up the mess I'd made on the floor.

"Gimme a piece." I stated, grabbing what he offered and wiping a droplet of sperm from his forehead. He thanked me before carrying on with his floor work.

A few pairs of footsteps echoed through the hall, leaving me to wonder what could be so important that it couldn't wait until morning. They were wasting precious minutes of my post-orgasm nap, and especially after one that powerful I felt like I could sleep for weeks.

Two figures came into view, and I could've sworn I broke my chin against the floor.

"Mik-Michael." I gasped, jumping from the bottom bunk and wrapping my tatted fingers around the cold metal bars. I could heard Gerard's head whip around in our direction, his neck cracking twice.

Maddy walked at Mikey's heels as the tight handcuffs nipped at his wrists. She unlocked the cell door and he walked inside, immediately turning to face her with his wrists sticking out from the space the size of a mail slot so she could un-cuff him. Maddy looked at me and nodded before strutting away.

Mikey was immediately embraced by a worried Gerard, his arms wrapped around the small sixteen year old. Mikey slowly returned the gesture, before squeezing him tightly and letting out a few sobs. I didn't have the guts to say anything.

I decided to hop back up into my bunk before the lights went back off, swinging my legs over just in time for everything to go pitch black again. The last glimpse I got to see was both of them on the bottom bunk, Mikey's head lying comfortably on his brothers thigh with their fingers interlocked. Mikey's wide eyed stare at the opposite wall told me he wasn't going to sleep any time soon.

Notes

Sorry if there's some mistakes, I wrote half of this on a plane.
I promised you smut, so here it is. I had to post it before I left.
So bad news: I'm visiting friends and family in another state and have no access to a working laptop. I'm uploading from a friends tablet. So I won't be writing/uploading for three weeks. Then probably two weeks after I get back the next chapter will be uploaded, maybe. If I have time maybe I'll start working on a new chapter, but I can't upload until I go home. I'm not abandoning you all, I promise :*
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