Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

Gerard comes and sits outside my door again after lock up. We sit for a little while, me just listening to his gentle breathing as I sit on the other side of the door in my cold cell.
"I've been thinking..." He's a little unsure, adorably so, and I hear him shift uncomfortably. Sweet baby.
"Yeah?" I ask, shuffling a little closer and resting my head on the bars, aching with the need to hold him properly.
"This... this getting you out." His voice is a whisper, knowing how much of a risk it is to discuss this out here, the other inmates in their cells surrounding mine.
"You got a plan, baby boy?" I smile a little, moving my arm in between the heavy bars in anticipation to lay my hand on his small waist. Fuck. I could be out of here, not alone this time. This time, I will be accompanied by my baby boy and ain't nothing gunna get between me and that sunlight anymore. That's the thing about prison. Sure, there's the yard when the weathers good enough for the guards to not complain about standing in the cold, but it's not the same as being out in the open. Despite all that, when you're in here, you feel trapped. It can be the depths of summer outside, but it still feels dark and grey, dreary and filled with misery. Maybe it's the knowing that you're in here with a bunch of people who've ended lives for fun, who've taken living, breathing humans away from the world way too soon before their time and for no apparent reason. Maybe it's the bars covering the windows, obscuring those little bits of sunlight, or the fear that hangs over everyone. Any day someone can lose it. It's happened whilst I've been here. Heads bashed in, arms snapped, stomachs falling out through the incisions made by some bacteria ridden object found in the yard. I don't need that anymore. I can't handle that anymore; not for life without it taking mine
I might be able to actually feel the suns rays on my skin, eat decent food that won't make me sick or leave me malnourished and weak. I can sleep in a fucking bed for christs sake and if that's not motivation, I don't know what is.
"I-I dunno if it'll work... I dunno how you feel about it." Fuck, he's nervous. He'd seemed so confident about it before.
"I can't be that bad, baby." I soothe, trying to encourage him as I stick both my arms through the bars and wrap them round him. Fuck, I'm starting to get too skinny.
"what if... what if you just pretend to... lose it a little? Like I told you in the yard last week."
"You want me to pretend I've gone insane?"
Fuck, that was too harsh.
"y-you don't have to, it was only an-an idea, I'm S-sorry-"
I can practically hear the tears in his voice.
"No no, baby boy, shhh, you're still my good boy." I coo, finally getting him to turn. I lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and then his nose.
"It'll work. What will happen after?"
"They'll call a car to take you to the institution. If they don't let me drive it then, I-I'll get guns... kill the driver if I have to, an any officers."
"Will I have to go solitary...?" I ask quietly, already knowing the answer.
"I'll get you out, I promise!" His bottom lips wobbles. "I promise I will."
I sigh, lifting my hands off his waist as he moves to kneel in front of me. I lay my hands on his snowy white cheeks, using my thumbs to gently brush his onyx hair out of his face.
"We'll be fine." I whisper, placing another reassuring kiss on his forehead. Then again, I don't know if I'm reassuring him or myself.
"Love you, Frank." He mumbles, looking up at my shyly through those eyelashes. Fuck me.
"Love you too, baby boy." I breathe against his ear, pushing his hair behind it and managing to get a kiss on his neck through the bars. He shivers, thighs pushing together a little.
"'Am I turning you on, baby?" I smile, God he's adorable. I kiss him this time, pulling away the minute he starts returning it, lips colliding sloppily. My hand drops to the noticeable bulge in his uniform pants, squeezing gently before I peck his cheek and sit back, smirking. His cheeks are flushed heavily, hazel eyes darkened slightly and lips red and slicked with a coat of saliva. He grumbles unappreciatively, knowing he'll have to sort himself out.
"D-D-Daddy, please...?"
Should I?
God, I fucking hope we can hide this well enough from the camera down the hall.
"C'mere, baby boy."
He mewls softly as I pull him closer by the plump curve of his ass, my hands coming to fumble clumsily with the buckle on his belt. Fucking thing. I glance over his shoulder, noting that the kid across the hall is fast asleep or at least snug under his covers and can't see what's happening. I finally get the damn thing open, shoving my hand in Gerard's boxers and wrapping my hand roughly around him. He whimpers, hips bucking to meet my hand as he gets impatient.
"Shhh shh I've got you." I encourage, kissing him to silence him before bringing my other hand up and over his mouth. That's better. I slip my calloused thumb over his tip, collecting pre cum at the slit. He purrs against my palm, head tilting back a little in pleasure as his hands grip the bars. I use the pre cum as lube, sliding my fist down his hard cock and then back up again. The fabric of his shirt adds extra friction, and I let the material bump against his head on each downstroke. He's whining constantly now, hot breath blowing across my knuckles from his nose.
"Shh, that's it baby boy, so pretty for me, my good boy." I croon, working him harder and then slowing down to bring the edge off.
"There's my good boy, shh, there we go, so hot for me, so pretty for daddy, Baby boy."
His hips stutter, letting me know how close he is. His forehead rests on the bars, hair falling in his eyes as he pants. I take my hand off his mouth, squeezing his ass instead as his knees buckle.
"Tell me want you want?" I command.
"Let me- let me cum, Daddy." Fucking hell.
I stop squeezing his cock, allowing him to climax over my hand. I wipe it on my pants before leaning up to kiss him on the nose.
"Fuck."
I pull away, my own legs shaking. He doesn't need to know I fucking came in my own pants like a teenager from just watching him. I buckle his belt up for him, giving him one final kiss.
"Goodnight, baby boy." I stroke back his sweaty hair, feeling his soft lips on mine and releshing in it.
"Goodnight, Frank." He says before walking off down the hall and out of the heavy doors.

God, I can't wait to finally escape with him.

Notes

Hey loves! First chapter for today! JackoffJill got the smut going and now I don't think we're gunna be able to stop. She's gunna do a few more chapters tonight then I'll update tomorrow evening. This is probably the one I've spent the most time on so lemme know what you think!

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