Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

I feel as if all this pent up energy is just flowing out of me. You don’t realise how shitty this place actually is until you have something that makes out smile. I don’t think even this dump could ruin it. I’m sat on my bed writing some crappy song when I hear footsteps walking up the corridor. It can’t be another meathead because we’ve already been locked in for the night. My curiosity dissipates as I see baby boy walking up to my cell. Everyone else is asleep so there’s little chance of us being caught.
I pull him in close and give him a short kiss, already feeling any presence of anxiety leaving me. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” I sigh, resting against his forehead. He giggles under his breath,
“You only saw me this morning.” He smiles, looking at me with his golden eyes.
“It hurts so bad not being able to touch you when I want, to do anything I want to you whenever I want to.” I kiss him deeply, pulling him close. “God, can still taste myself on you.” I whisper against his ear, flicking my tongue out to lick and nibble at the skin just under his ear and watch him shiver under my touch. I groan deeply and let go of the front of his uniform. He pulls up a chair and sits opposite me while I sit on the floor just in front of him.
“Gates was asking me where I went today. Y’know.. while we were in the greenhouse..” He mumbles, picking at the seams on his sleeve.
“And what did you tell him?” I ask him as I reach out to brush my fingers along his leg; needing to feel some part of him. Not in any way sexual; I guess it’s just comforting to feel someone under your fingers after being alone for so long. Getting some sort of relief from feeling the way their skin feels under your fingertips.
“Told him I broke up a fight in the bathrooms.” He smiles, looking at me as we laugh together.
“What a fucking idiot.” I laugh. Just thinking about my baby boy trying to break up a fight made me smile.
“Can I ask you something?” I look up and see him back fiddling with his sleeve.
“ What’s up baby boy?” He smiles at this, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks as he continues.
“Don’t you find it kinda funny how I sucked your cock today but you’ve never asked me what my name was?” He asks. I think about it for a moment before coming to the realisation that he’s right. I’d never asked him for his fucking name. I mean, as soon as I saw him the only name I ever thought of calling him was Mine but even then. God, I can be a dick.
“You’re right. Go on baby boy, what’s your name?”
“Gerard.” He laughs, “Gerard Way.”
“Gerard Way” I whisper, trying the name out. It suits him, in an odd way.
“B-b-but… I really like it when you c-call me b-baby boy..” He mumbles, making me giggle softly.
“You do, huh?” I tease, “Well, you’re my baby boy. You got that? Mine. Say it.” I sit up on my knees, pressed right up against the bars, wanting to hear him say every single letter.
He slides down off his chair to meet me before saying, “I’m y-y-yours, sir.”
Fuck. He’s so hot.
“If only we weren’t in here, for fucks sake why? Why does God hate me so much that he’d dangle you in front of me when I can’t have you? Sometimes, I swear whoever God is, real or not, they’re a sick, twisted fuck.” I yell. It pisses me off to no end. What’s most odd though, is that Gerard just kinda sits there as if he’s thinking about something real hard. He opens his mouth as if to say something, before pressing a quick kiss to my lips and standing up,
“I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you in the morning?” He says and then walks off down the corridor, leaving me even more frustrated than when he’d arrived.

Notes

This one's kinda short but I'm on a roll and the next one if all goes to plan will be a long one to write. Love you all!