Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

Things were beginning to look a little more positive around here. Sure, I’m still surrounded by the same shitty people and it’s hardly like I’ve got any friends around here. Nor would I want any in all honesty.
Baby boy comes to check on me every night now. It’s cute that he thinks he has to, but I’m not gonna complain. Tonight was no different. Gates has started letting baby do the night rounds on his own now and I gotta say, the kid’s really getting the hang of it. He stays at least three feet away from the bars at all times except when he’s gotta actually lock them.
There was an incident last week where it looked like one of the guys across from me was gonna try and bust out while baby was locking him in and the poor kid had put his taser in his belt wrong so he couldn’t get it out.
The look of panic on his face brought up something in me that I don’t even wanna try and think about right now. But I stayed put. Regardless of whether it’s bad for my health or not, busting out is a solid week straight into solitary. There’s no way in shit I’m risking that right now.

We’ve become friends of sorts now. He comes and talks to me most nights. Not about anything in particular really. Just what sorts of things have been happening in his day. Apparently they found a wad of cocaine stuffed in the toilet bend.
They’re still looking into it but security has tightened since it happened, which although it doesn’t really affect me that much, it’s pissing Bob off. He makes his way in this place by selling drugs, so the frustration is pretty evident.

I do consider acting up sometimes. I used to be real bad. I guess I just figured that well, I’m in here for life and there’s no question about that. So metaphorically, why not just throw my tv out the hotel window and get on with it? I’m not gonna get shorter time for good behaviour and all that shit. So fuck it.
But lately I’ve noticed that I’ve almost become soft… It could be the arrival of baby boy. Maybe it’s thrown me off a lil bit or something. I mean, he is real cute and I do find myself staring at him a lot. There’s not much else I can do in this place anyway to pass the time, so I welcome anything with open arms.

I’m sat on my crappy piece of cardboard bed, man I really detest that thing, when baby walks up to my cell as usual to lock me in for the night. This time however, he pulls up a chair and sits outside my cell facing me.
“Ain’t you got rounds to do, sugar?” I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him as he just leans back and sighs.
“I’m finished. Left yours til last.” Huh? Okay, now I’m interested.
“As much as I’d like to ask why, you do realise you still haven’t locked me in?” I question him. What is he doing? Fine, I’ll bite. I stand up, ignoring the sounds of my bones cracking as they adjust, and walk over to the bars of my cell, running my fingers along the cold metal as he looks up at me.
“I know..Sir..” He whispers, looking at his feet and biting his lip; his hair falling in front of his eyes.
He finally stands up to meet me, only an inch or two between us. I can feel his warmth; hear the sound of each and every breath he takes. Fuck. I’ve missed this. It’s like listening to an old song you find buried in amongst a collection. Basking in the sound, the beat; feeling every single melody, just like the way you used to love.
“Y’know, I could just open this gate and do whatever the hell I want. It’d be so easy.” I whisper to him. Our faces are so close. He looks up at me through his long eyelashes. God he’s so pretty.
“I w-want you t-to.” He mumbles. Shit, I really wanna touch him. I run my fingers up the metal bars, watching them move until they reach his hands. I slide my hands over his as I look at him. His hands are so warm. I can feel his breathing speed up. Fuck it. I lean across, closing the small gap between us, crashing our lips together.
I let out sigh into the kiss that I’d been holding for so long as our lips move; his gliding almost nervously over mine. His warmth spreads through he as we hold onto each other so tightly. I’m in this shit too deep. It takes everything I have to pull away. Our foreheads resting against each other, our noses touching. He looks down at the floor. He does that an awful lot. I wish he wouldn’t doubt himself. “You should go. Before Gates comes looking for you.” I plant a chaste kiss on his lips. His fingers run out from under mine and he’s gone. I let out a deep breath and run my hands through my hair. What the fuck am I doing?

Notes

Hey beans! This was kinda short but I'm still trying to feel about for what's gonna happen next. There's only so many places you can go in a prison XD. But hey, we're getting somewhere! There's gonna be a lot more frerard mixed in here which I'm pretty stoked about. Me and candycxnt have worked out a whole lotta shit which is gonna happen and we're pretty excited about it so we hope you guys like it! We're super open to feedback and suggestions. What're you guys' opinions on this? We wanna know! Anyway, as usual, spread love not hate!

Songs While Writing:
Wrong Side Of Heaven- Five Finger Death Punch
Girls Love Shoes- Benji Hughes
Firestarter- The Progidy
Ripe- Screaming Females
505- Arctic Monkeys
Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen