Behind Cell Doors.

Frank ignored the bright lights and early time, slipping his now naked form under the plasticky covers as he yawned, his inked hand covering his mouth. He may be a prison but he still had manners, believe it or not. The pint-sized man hadn't even taken the time to wash his face or brush his teeth in the small grubby-looking sink that stood freely on the back wall, helpfully placed by a small toilet that was basically a whole in the ground. The said male was able to block out the light with his arm as he tried to catch some z's but wasn't able to block out the noises that echoed throughout the generally quiet, cell block.

"Fuck. Oh god, yeah." Someone was really going for it as they voiced their every thought without a second thought for any of the other inmates. Though, if being 100% truthful, Frank kind of got off on it too, not touching himself there but running his inked hands across his chest as he tweaked the nub of nerves that were surrounded by different swirls and black lines,

"So good.." The voice continued, barely audible as the tone of the speaker became lower and slightly huskier. Frank knew that whoever it was were close. And he liked it. Turning his hands into fists, he ran his knuckles from his small chest down to the inside of his thighs where things weren't so small, rubbing gently. The skin was alert and sensitive, Frank exhaled slowly, stealing a single glance at his closed, but not locked, cell door. This was it.

"Close." They breathed out and as Frank began to flutter his eyes closed but stopped when his dirt coloured pools locked onto the back of a tanned, slender man, in the cell above/opposite him. He watched in awe, knowing for certain that this was the man getting off, the said boys muscles in his shoulder almost still as his arm worked himself, slow but certain.
At this point Frank didn't try to tease himself anymore and he allowed a splayed hand run across the base of his dick, obscenities slipping from his lips as he turned his face into the pillow. He knew no one would hear him but, then again, that's probably what the man Frank was getting off to thought as well.

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Wiping his uncomfortably sticky fingers on the orange bolt of fabric that lay on the floor next to him, Frank grinned. Having a wank in prison is always so good, so much more exhilarating then trying to keep quiet because your moms next door as you know you could be walked in on at any point. The sleepy boy ran a hand through his matted locks, relaxing back into the inch thick mattress as he heard the foot steps of another person being halted outside his room.

"Can I-" Frank coughed, sitting up on both elbows as he tried again,

"Can I help you?" He continued to much success,

"No. Frank, right?" They asked and just as the said man was about to nod, there was a click, a buzz then a clank, the sound of officers shouting "Right you sons of bitches, to you're cells!" ringing from the floor below. From his stance position, the man pressed his palm against the bars, staring directly at Frank, slightly unsettling him, as the stranger rummaged about his pocket, not looking away until he'd forced an unknown object between the tight metal gap. Then, leaving as soon as he'd entered, the man filtered away into a small crowd of inmates.
Moments past and Frank stayed sat on his arms, not sure for whether or not he should touch the napkin wrapped object; but, before he could make a decision, there was another buzz and suddenly he was swallowed into the darkness, naked body suddenly freezing.

Notes

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