Behind Cell Doors.

The object had been removed by the time Frank woke up, his usual sleeping pattern broken as he crawled out of bed nearly an hour after everyone else, pulling his jumpsuit on instinctively. He wondered why no guards had called on him, shaking him and murmuring things about food or drinks until the now dressed male pulled himself from bed. But as he made his way from the cave they called a room, he glanced around himself to see many wet haired inmates, the usually bright orange of their collars a darker colour from the water droplets that had seeped in.
Shower day, his mind whispered and nodded to himself, a tight knot forming in his stomach as he was quickly cuffed and filed out of the main hall and into yet another corridor, followed by fellow prisoners. It wasn't that dark haired male didn't enjoy getting clean, it was just that he preferred to not do it under the watchful eye of other grown men who were kept from women at all costs and were distinctively taller than his own petite self, his cell black forced to mingle with other blocks as they were ushered into a steamy room.

"Dirty clothes on y' right, clean on y' left." An officer in blue commanded as be made his way to all four men, unlocking their cuff as, Frank included, grumbled to themselves as they began to undo the train of buttons that trailed from their necks to their crotch. Frank was last to peel the bolt of orange from his body, pausing at he waist before being shouted at to hurry up.
His toes curled against the cold floor tiles as he slipped off the white canvas pumps he was forced to wear, chucking them to his right. The room, despite its sleek white walls and floor tiles, was rather grimy, the head of the shower stuttering and shaking as the water tried to ram its way past the lime scale.

"Fucking piece of sh-" Frank was cut off by a pulse of cold icy water, the fluids ramming themselves up his nose and down his throat causing him to create the most unattractive sounds as he spat onto the floor, nostrils burning.
He groaned and the shower head made the same sound before buzzing into an even fall of water, the streams hitting Frank in an icy cascade. After fiddling with the temperature dial for a moment, the soaking male settled on what he classified as a comfortable temperature, his muscles relaxing as he tried to block out the people around him.
It's just you, his mind mused softly, the words wrapping the males body in a subtle shiver,
Just you and your mind. Your body. It continued as the small boy began to lather soap into his sopping wet hair, massaging his scalp softly as he relaxed even more. The warm water hit his tanned, inked torso as he leant to grab his towel, the clear fluids creating webs on his chest as it filtered down his stomach, hips, legs, ankles, feet into the drain.
Pulling the fluffy but grubby white material to his waist, Frank shook his hair out causing a small rainstorm to coat a fellow inmate in water droplets,

"Oi." They grunted, throwing an annoyed glance at the topless male as they tugged on their unlaced shoes. Frank ignored his reaction, heading to the mirrors, guard in tow, as he took the assigned safety razor from the tray.
Frank wasn't one for stubble so when they had wash days he took careful consideration to remember to shave, removing all traces of his naturally dark hairs. He wished he could the same for down there, but no, they could only use the razors under supervision and no way was he having another grown man watch him shave off his pubes. Ew.
The blade ran down Franks cheek easily, the foam being removed and replaced with a trail tanned of skin. He breathed heavily through his nose, concentrating on not nicking his skin and drawing blood like he used to as a teenager.

"Done Iero?" The uniformed officer asked as Frank had now been at his own reflection for way over a minute, his dirt coloured eyes glassy as his breaths became shallower.

"Come on." Before the petite male could react, his hands were cuffed, the razor taken from his tight grip, and he was tugged unapologetically out of the room.

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Lunch rolled sound soon enough and skipping breakfast had really taken a toll on Frank, his slightly pudgy stomach grumbling in protest to the many cups of water he'd drank. He took his usual, giving the cook his cell number as he grabbed a lumpy looking mushroom soup and a polystyrene cup of what looked like apple juice but could've easily been mistaken as urine. He found his usual table also, sliding into the bench that made his back face the rest of civilisation, silence swallowing him as he redirected his attention to the bowl he cupped for warmth.
Shit. He'd forgotten cutlery. The now dry haired male span around, hopping from his seat as he headed back to the food counter, leaning over the tarnished metal as he grasped a small sterling spoon between his fingers. Rapping it on his inked knuckles, he padded quietly back to his table, dodging the convicted as the bench came into view. The now not-so empty bench.
A bleach blonde came into view, then a curly haired man who may have been a cross dresser at some point judging by his pumped up lips. Frank paused, wanting to eat but not wanting to confront the two stronger, older looking men. Instead, he turned on his heel, heading back to the drinks fridge as he grabbed a bottle of water and went to grab yet another bowl of soup, but only to be stopped by a cafeteria monitor,

"Y' fault y' skipped brekkie. No extras." The stocky male held a hand to the hungry mans chest, the look on his face almost daring Frank to go against his commands. As usual though, Frank nodded quickly, sheepishly shrugging as he turned to walk out the Mess Hall, bottle held in the dip of his ribs where the palm of the officers hand had been.
He reached his cell and flopped down on the bed, pouting as he exhaled slowly, vision blackening,

"Y'all good?" A soft voice broke into Franks mind causing him to incoherently grunt in response,

"Sorry I want 'ere yesterday, said they'd moved me in but kept me in some room on the other side of the fence." Franks eyes cracked open at this comment, his stomach cramping a little as he brought his legs up to his abdomen.

"You've been to that side of the fence?" He grinned as the other male grinned back,

"Yeah. Nutters the lot of 'em." Both party's smirked for a moment before Franks stomach growled for attention causing the said males cheeks to flush,

"Hungry?" The older looking male asked and Frank nodded with a sigh,

"I missed breakfast and lunch. Fucking well done Frankie." He mumbled the last part but his supposed cell mate grinned, hands moving to cup his elbows as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Frankie, eh?" A smirk slid onto the taller males pale lips as he moved to lean against the bars of the cell door, an amused look flaking from his stance as Frank moved to sit up, back against the cold wall. The petite boy nodded, an inked hand sliding up to the lid of the water bottle as he cracked the deal open, his lips attaching themselves to the entrance as he tilted his neck back, swallowing heavily.
The fluids were lukewarm and soothing, drowning the grumbles that were Franks stomach for only a few minutes, enough time to talk. Doing up the bottle halfheartedly, the Jersey born boy sighed through his nose,

"So, m' guessing this is you're cell too?" He asked with a tilt of the head. The older looking male flinched, smile dissipating momentarily before forming yet again.

"Mm." He hummed and Frank nodded at the bed opposite himself,

"Make yourself at home." He offered just and the inmate shuffled awkwardly forwards, taking a familiar position to Franks in a mirrored place. The more the smaller boy stared, the more he noticed. The similar dark eyes, the sunken frame that still stored former muscle and fat, naturally dark hair coating his head and then the hand in a thin dusting. He couldn't pin point the accent but it was authorised, almost intrusive with its starkness.
Both men fiddled with the cuffs of their outfits, Franks pulling into his palms as the baggy, clean material hung loosely on his small frame. His new "friends", however, fitting more snug, the bolt of orange undone a little at the collar to show pale skin and a not very prominent collar bone.
The man was clearly older than him, four, five years maybe? And his dark eyes, framed by even darker lashes, curved to fit perfectly on his round cheeks, the upper lashes nearly hitting his sparse eyebrow hair every time he blinked. He looked innocent. To innocent for prison, to troubled for reality though.
Franks stomach groaned again, interrupting his thought louder than it had yet and the un-proportioned male made an equally unattractive sound, quickly unsealing his drink again as he pressed it to his chapped lips, sipping desperately.

"Eat." The older man commanded and Frank clutched the water bottle so hard it crackled. He wasn't even that hungry his body just wouldn't. Shut. Up.

"Too much, too late." Frank shrugged as he rearranged himself, shoving his arms outwards as the sleeves slid up his wrists revealing inked skin and a pair of hands.

"And just not enough food in you." Franks new cell mate mimicked the motion, sitting himself up straighter as he gnawing on his bottom lip.

"It'll be dinner soon, I'll live." Frank smiled gratefully and flicked his fringe from his eyes, huffing as he looked out the cell door and onto the empty balcony.

Notes

A.N ~

again, apologies for the lack of updates, I had a sickness bug and am now covered in weird cuts and bruises. I'm special xD

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