You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Time continued to slowly trudge on; much like my old high school days before it all went to shit. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. My blanket was bunched up at the edge of my bed, slightly hanging off the edge. It was warmer than it usually is in this hall; the AC broke a few days ago. God forbid anyone fix the damn thing, though.

I don’t know how I was going to last three more hours here, much less three years. Prison was really fucking boring. There are no cellphones, no computers or video games to pass the time. You can’t go outside to take walks or to have overnights at a friend’s house. There’s no traveling to a McDonalds or Olive Garden for some food when you’re too lazy to cook for yourself. You just sit in a cell all day with a few people you know nothing about, the only entertainment being your thoughts; or if you're lucky, like me, a deck of cards. Most of the other inmates ‘entertained’ each other, though. Some willingly- others not so much.

I haven’t gotten much sleep the month I’ve been here. I was so used to sleeping in a dead silent setting, but here it was anything but. People would continue to talk after the lights went out, though I’d consider myself lucky if that was the only thing I heard that night. Other inmates found it funny to scream at the top of their lungs in the middle of the night, and sometimes you could hear the stifled groans of guys getting cock rammed up their ass. Those were the worst nights, not only because I got no sleep, but because I could feel the jealousy course through my veins. I could use a good fuck, especially from the black-hair sass-master sleeping across the room.

This was one of those nights. I could feel my semi-hard on through my pants as two older gentleman got very physical in the cell next to us. I knew the older one, Erik, through Bob. He had a nasty temper, and made his cellmate his bitch within the first few nights of his sentence. A lot of cellmates were like that, one person dominating the other. It almost made me hopeful, since obviously Gerard couldn’t dominate his own brother. That would just be sick. As far as I knew, Gerard was straight; but that didn’t stop the very twisted images of Gerard ramming into my prostate from floating through my mind. It also couldn’t stop me from imagining the muffled screams of pleasure as my own.

I heard Mikey groan and slam his pillow over his head, attempting to cover his ears.

“Really, Again.” He muttered under his breath. He turned over on his side, crushing the pillow against his skull. I heard Gerard chuckle from the bunk beside me.

“Don’t worry, he won’t last more than ten minutes, tops.” He leaned his head down and glanced down at a very irritated Mikey.

I rolled my eyes- knowing very well that they would last much longer than Gerard was leading Mikey to believe. I turned my head and looked at the two boys, both of which were aware that I was just as awake as they were. I sat up and rubbed my eyes until my sight wasn’t so blurry anymore, allowing them to adjust to the mostly dark room. Rays from the lights that were still on in the Mess Hall faintly illuminated our cell and our Cell Block, but not enough to cause any discomfort most nights. Gerard poked his head back up, his attention diverting from his younger brother.

“Well, it looks like both Frank and Frank Jr. have risen from the dead.” Gerard smirked, staring directly at my crotch. My cheeks quickly turned fifty shades of red as I snatched my blanket from the edge of my bed and covered myself. I didn’t think it was that noticeable.

He started to chuckle, his laughter progressively getting louder to the point where he was laughing maniacally into his pillow. “Dude I was so joking! You’re seriously enjoying this, though? Frankie Jr. wants in on that action? Ha, didn’t think you rolled that way.” He raised his eyebrows in amusement.

Among other things…

“This? Oh, God no. Erik sounds like a dying crow for one, and his fuck buddy doesn’t utter any sound whatsoever. I don’t know how either of them can enjoy it. I mean- come on, would you fuck your girlfriend if she sounded like a dying whale? Nah, I’ve got other things on my mind.”

“Well if this guy is such a turn off, why are you so desperate to hide the tent in your pants?”

My cock twitched at the truth. You.

“Just got other people on my mind, that’s all.” I let the lie slip through my teeth.

“Guys, come on. You’ve got innocent ears in the room.” Mikey chuckled; you could hear him roll his eyes from a mile away.

“Innocent ears, huh? All right, Mikes. How about we shut up and let you concentrate on all that innocence coming from the next room. Pretty sure whatever ‘innocent’ brain you think you have will be leaking from your ears by the time they’re done.” Gerard sat up, his legs hanging over the edge of his bed.

“Gerard come on! Your feet smell like a dead body.” He uttered in disgust, finally sitting up and moving away from Gerard’s huge feet. He softly tickled the pads of his feet, causing Gerard to yelp slightly as he quickly jolted his feet back on top of his bed.

“Well now that we’re all awake, who’s up for a good old-fashioned game of truth or dare?” Gerard piped up, a little over-enthusiastically.

“Oh come on Gee, every time you wanna play Truth or Dare you always make the game overly-sexual.” Mikey complained.

“Because it’s much more fun that way! Ain’t that right, Frank?”

Even though I was inclined to agree, I bit my tongue and shut my eyes. I just wanted to sleep.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

“You can’t take that as anything!” Mikey retorted sarcastically, slightly annoyed.

“Whatever. All right, I’ll go first. Frank, Truth or Dare?”

“Hm? Oh, uh. Truth.”

“Are you a virgin?” I scoffed at his bluntness.

“Gerard!” Mikey harshly exasperated.

“Mikey, it’s fine. And no, Gerard I am not.” Gerard giggled like a drunken schoolgirl at my answer.

“Ok, I’ll go.” I didn’t even bother asking whether he wanted to do a dare; it was obvious he wasn’t that into the game. “What kind of music do you like, Mikey?”

Gerard uttered an over exaggerated yawn. “Boring! Mikey- you go while Frank thinks of something better to ask.” I shot him a dirty look.

”Fine. Frank, Truth or Dare?” Mikey rolled his eyes, then perked up a bit. His eyes suddenly gleamed with anticipation, like he’d thought of the perfect combination of questions.

“I’ll play it safe and go with truth.”

“Fine. Why were you sent here?”

My breathing hitched, and my body went stiff as my mind processed his question. Painful memories began to surface as my brain tried to dig up the lie I had been ready to tell at a situation like this. I shook myself out of my trance and cleared my throat, my voice shaky as I began to talk.

“So when I was your age, my mother forced me to go to this all boy’s Christian school. They tortured me there, especially once I’d come out as… ” I trailed off, not sure whether to tell him or not. I didn’t want to scare him, or have Gerard not trust me and think I would turn into another Bob.

“Gay? Come on dude, it’s obvious. The way you talk, the way you act. I may be young, but I’m not a dumbass.” Mikey finished for me, talking in a matter-of-fact tone, almost mocking me. I heard Gerard murmur in agreement. Shit, was it that obvious?

“A gay boy at an all-boys Christian school? Did you really think that was a good idea?” Gerard added.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault! First my mom forced me to go there because she thought it was good for me, then it was more of a punishment, an attempt to turn me straight.”

Mikey started laughing with me. “What’d you do, beat up the assholes?”

“I wish. No, actually I took a bunch of spray paint and tagged “God’s not real” across every single locker I could find. And then on the principles desk, most of the classrooms, the outer walls…” I let my voice trail as I waited for a reaction.

“No way!! That’s so awesome!” Mikey doubled over laughing.

“That’s not even the best part. After each note, I would tag ‘Love, the Faggot.’ You should’ve seen their faces!” I couldn’t say anymore, I was laughing too hard at my own imagination.

Gerard sat there, chuckling softly. It was almost like he wasn’t convinced. Oh well, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.

“Wow. I don’t even know what to say, so I won’t say anything. Ok, Gerard, Truth or Dare?”

“I ain’t no pussy. Dare.”

“Fine. Kiss Frank.” Our cell fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop, aside from the two men going at it in the other room.

“Woahwoahwoahwoah no!” Gerard stuttered on his words, his jaw hitting the floor.

“You have too! Don’t forget, you wanted to play in the first place, Gerard. You can’t back out now! Or are you a pussy?” I nodded in agreement with Mikey’s words. Guess the odds are in my favor this time.

Gerard scowled at his brother, hopping off his bed and pushing his brother playfully. His attention turned to me, and before I knew it he was standing at the edge of my bed. He beckoned me closer with his right hand. I could hear an ‘Oh, Fuck!’ coming from the other cell. It was obvious one of them had just finished. Moaning in the background and the anticipation of this extremely sexy man about to plant his lips on mine- it was too much.

Shit. Little Frankie was just starting to leave me alone, too.

I leaned my head closer to Gerard’s, my breathing short and shallow. His pink lips hesitantly touched mine, and I leaned in slightly, deepening the kiss. I was certainly enjoying myself, and Gerard didn’t pull away. That’s a good sign, right?

The kiss lasted about ten seconds before I broke it off. I He turned his head to walk away, so I tangled my fingers through his hair and pulled downward, forcing his head up. I planted a tiny kiss on his forehead before pushing his head forward, sending him stumbling back towards his bunk.

“Damn, guys. I was only expecting a peck or something, but you guys went at it like a bad porno!” I blushed slightly, and I watched in amusement as Gerard smacked Mikey again before jumping back up into his bunk.

“Ok, now shut the fuck up. I’m going back to sleep, since Mr. and Mrs. Grey have finally finished.” Mikey grumbled into his pillow, falling asleep almost as soon as the words slid off his tongue.

I turned towards the wall, snuggling deeper into my pillow as I started to drift off into a semi-pleasant sleep until a strained voice from beside my bed urged me up again.

“Frank. Truth or Dare.” I smirked at his commanding question.

“Fine, last one. Uh… Dare.”

“Kiss me again.”

Notes

Sorry for the late update, but I have a feeling you liked this one :3
and real quick: who's POV should next chapter be in? Should I do another one in Franks or Gerard's? I know what will be included in chapter 10 but the POV can go either way, so I figured I'd ask you. Anyways-

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