Scott was feeling impatient. ‘Lights out’ couldn’t come fast enough for him tonight so of course the evening seemed to be dragging on. And it didn’t help that Antonio seemed completely unaffected; he was sitting at the tiny table reading a book, the picture of calm. Made Scott want to scream and smack him. How could the man NOT be in a lather?! He hadn’t had sex for who knew how long; maybe since Cameron had been attacked. He had to be a roiling mass of hormones and lust by now, yet you couldn’t tell by looking at him.
Frustrated, Scott got up and began to pace the cell. He tried to work off some of his nervous energy, as anticipation made him a little crazy. His fingers fiddled with the fabric of the orange jumpsuit, and played with strands of his soft, light-brown hair. He really was going to scream if something didn’t happen soon!
“Scott,” Antonio said, making him jump.
He whirled around, seeing the other man looking up at him. “What’s the matter, Scott?” Antonio asked him.
“Are you kidding me?!” he nearly shrieked, throwing his hands up in the air.
Antonio lifted a single dark brow. “Of course I’m not,” he replied.
Scott gave him an indignant look. “Are you even human?” he demanded incredulously. “Don’t tell me that you don’t want…with me…as much as I want to,” he said in frustration, waving a hand at himself.
“Ah, yes. Indeed, I’m very much looking forward to…with you,” Antonio teased him gently, his lips lifting in a slight smile.
“Then how can you just sit there so calmly?” Scott asked, his hands waving around again.
“What would you like me to do?” Antonio questioned him. “There really isn’t room for both of us to pace this cell, you know.”
He snorted and turned away. “I hate waiting,” he muttered, knowing he sounded petulant and not caring.
A soft chuckle. “Waiting for what we want is never easy, Scott,” Antonio remarked. “But getting all worked up about it will not make the time pass any faster. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll read aloud to you? That might help, and something tells me that you couldn’t concentrate well enough to read a book by yourself right now.”
He turned back around. Antonio held up a book enticingly. “Come now. The time will pass faster if you can turn your attention to something else,” he coaxed.
Scott finally came and plopped down in the other chair, folding his arms over his chest. “Okay,” he said mutinously.
Antonio grinned whitely at his childish pouting. “Very well. I think that you’ll like this book,” he said, before he opened it and began to read in his mellifluous voice.
Scott found that he was getting into the story in spite of himself. Antonio was a very good narrator, and the story was a fascinating romance set in the 1800s. He forgot about everything else as he got into it, and when the warning sound that meant ‘lights out’ in five minutes sounded he just about jumped out of his skin. He looked up at Antonio, who smiled at him. “See? I told you that the time would pass quickly if you found something to take your mind off of it,” he purred.
Scott felt the muscles in his stomach tighten treacherously. His mouth went dry. “We should take our jumpsuits off,” Antonio continued, setting the book down with a bookmark in it to keep his place. “Don’t you think, Scott?”
He nodded silently, his fingers trembling a little as he stood up and reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit. Antonio sat and watched him, the dark eyes lidded and full of a dark hunger. That look made his belly churn and his cock twitch eagerly. He pulled the zipper down slowly, inadvertently giving his cellmate a show. He wriggled out of it, leaving himself clad only in the boxer shorts and white t-shirt.
Antonio now stood up and began to pull his own zipper down, his fingers drawing it out until poor Scott was breathless and panting. Just as he laid his jumpsuit neatly over the back of his chair, the lights in the corridor went out(all except for a few dim ones at intervals), as did the one in their cell. Suddenly they were in shadow, and Scott felt his breath catch as the dark figure standing nearby stepped toward him.
“Scott,” Antonio’s voice said, and the sensual tone made him shiver.
Hands reached out and found him, pulling him forward. Antonio’s head bent, and their mouths found each other. Scott moaned and wrapped his arms around Antonio’s neck as a tongue slid into his mouth and took him by storm. Hands slid down his back and found the edge of the t-shirt, rucking it up. Even as Antonio continued to plunder his mouth, he caressed the bare skin of Scott’s back and wormed their way under the waistband of the boxer shorts.
He spread his legs instinctively as Antonio’s hands cupped and squeezed the cheeks of his ass. He gasped into the kiss as a long finger slid into the crack and found his asshole, rubbing lightly over it under his legs were trembling and threatening to buckle under him. He moaned in protest when Antonio lifted his head, although he had to acknowledge dimly that it was a breathless moan because he had no air left in his lungs. Antonio turned them so that he could press Scott down on his bunk, and his hands slid down Scott’s thighs to take a hold of the fabric at the front of the boxer shorts. “Lift your hips, Scott,” he said commandingly.
He did as he was told quickly, wanting nothing more than to be out of his clothes. Antonio’s hands stripped him of the boxers, and then carelessly tossed them away. The long-fingered hands slid back up his now bare thighs, and he gasped and spread his legs to give the man as much access as he wanted. “Your skin is so soft,” Antonio mused, making caressing circles near his groin to drive him crazy. He whimpered, a begging sound, asking for more of that wonderful touch.
A soft laugh. Then Antonio’s right hand found his rigid cock, closing over it. “Someone’s excited,” he noted, his thumb flicking over the tip of it lightly.
He moaned. “I can’t….help it,” he gasped, lifting his hips to push more of himself into Antonio’s hand.
“I wasn’t complaining,” Antonio replied, sounding amused. “I like that you’re this excited over my touch.” he ran a finger the length of Scott’s shaft, drawing another moan from his throat.
The fingers of his other hand found Scott’s balls and cupped them gently. He fell back on his bunk, arching his back and panting. “Feels sooo good,” he groaned.
“I’m glad,” Antonio remarked. “Apparently I haven’t lost my touch,” he added as he used his hand to spread precum along the entire shaft so that he could stroke more easily.
“Noo, you haven’t,” Scott agreed readily.
Scott felt himself being drawn up to orgasm already but he didn’t want to come so fast! He sat up abruptly, surprising Antonio. “Take your clothes off,” he said. “I want to touch you too.”
“Your wish is my command, Scott,” Antonio said, straightening up and stripping out of his boxer shorts and t-shirt.
Scott leaned forward and kissed the lower part of Antonio’s chest, his lips sketching the skin. Antonio made a low sound as he kissed and licked his way down the man’s torso and stomach, his tongue tracing the black hair of Antonio’s treasure trail downward. It didn’t take him long to find what he really wanted, the hard length rising up between Antonio’s thighs. He was fascinated and eager to finally touch and lick and suck on a cock that wasn’t circumcised. His fingers moved the foreskin around curiously, until Antonio groaned and tugged lightly at the hair on top of his head. “Please, Scott,” he gasped, sounding strained.
Realizing how sensitive that fascinating skin must be, Scott decided to put him out of his misery. He opened his mouth and sank down on that lovely cock, taking it in. It felt softer on his tongue than a circumcised cock did, he noted. He liked that. He moved his tongue in caressing circles as he took in more of Antonio’s cock, pushing down and opening his throat. His hands settled on the other man’s thighs to hold him in place as Scott began to bob his head. He breathed through his nose as Antonio moaned above his head, and fingers threaded in his hair to help him move.
He diverted away for a moment to begin licking Antonio’s balls, before he returned to his blow job with a vengeance. Antonio groaned, tugging at his hair. “Scott,” he ground out. “I’m going to…come…”
He wanted that. He was sure that Antonio was backed up enough after going without for so long that he didn’t have to worry about him not being able to get it up again after coming once. He pursed his lips even more tightly around the cock in his mouth, and began to suck like a vacuum. Antonio’s fingers tightened to the point of pain, and he pushed forward sharply. He made a low sound as his cock sank down Scott’s throat, and he bucked sharply as he began to come. Scott happily swallowed the warm, salty stuff running down his throat, feeling it pool in his belly. He drank it down to the last drop, finally lifting his head when Antonio stopped spurting.
He licked at his lips as Antonio husked: “That was wonderful, Scott. You are very skilled.”
“Thanks,” he croaked. His throat was a little stretched and sore at the moment, but that had definitely been worth it.
Antonio pulled him to his feet and tugged his t-shirt off over his head. “Turn around, Scott, and bend over. Place your hands flat on the bunk,” Antonio ordered him.
He turned eagerly, happy to position himself in such a lewd manner. Hands spread his legs, putting him exactly where Antonio wanted him. Then they stroked the cheeks of his ass, caressing them. Scott made an excited sound as fingers parted his buttocks, and something warm and wet began to trace over the skin of his ass in teasing circles.
Antonio took his own sweet time, tormenting Scott. He bit lightly at one of the cheeks of his buttocks, then nuzzled his way down to Scott’s thighs without coming near his twitching asshole. Scott moaned demandingly, thrusting backward, making it clear that he wasn’t going to take any more of this. Antonio laughed darkly, then pulled his cheeks apart and nosed his way in between them. Scott cried out as that firm, rather prehensile tongue darted over the sensitive ring, then began to lap at it expertly. His legs shook as Antonio began to eat him out, and his fingers dug into the blanket on top of his bunk.
Once the muscles were relaxed and the entrance was wet and loose, Antonio slid a finger into him easily. Scott welcomed it, loving the feel as it burrowed deeper into his body. Antonio’s other hand moved between his legs and lightly stroked his cock, not giving him enough stimulation to come but bringing him just to the edge. He felt rather wild as this continued, and by the time that three of Antonio’s fingers had glided into him(aided by the lube that Antonio had had smuggled into the prison), Scott was losing it. He moved his hips in circles, he pushed backward, he made small sounds of need and eagerness, communicating his wish to be fucked…
The fingers were abruptly yanked out, and he heard the tearing sound of a condom wrapper. He whined in the back of his throat, by now just a bundle of quivering need. Then something butted up against the entrance into his body, and he lifted his hips. Antonio’s hands settled on his hips, and Scott moaned as that lovely cock began to sink into him relentlessly. Yes, this was what he wanted! Antonio spread him open, filling him up. He heard a grunt as the other man bottomed out, his pubic hair pressing against Scott’s ass.
“Ah, Scott, you’re so tight. You feel so good around me,” Antonio husked, and his words made Scott shudder and whimper.
He jinked his hips. “Move!” he demanded, not willing to wait any longer.
A low laugh. “Of course,” Antonio said, and then he was pulling back. Scott cried out as he sank back in again, and then began a long series of thrust that threatened to steal the last of his breath away. Antonio’s hands held him in place as the man began to fuck him relentlessly, and his own fingers closed tightly on the blanket in front of him.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” he moaned in a low voice, his head hanging as Antonio continued to drive into him. His hips slapped against Scott’s ass, the sound loud in the small cell.
The hands left his ass and slid up to find his nipples instead. He cried out wildly as fingertips pinched and twisted them, even as Antonio drove into him as hard as he could. Scott’s head moved back-and-forth, and his mouth hung open as he struggled to breathe at all. He was going blind and deaf, everything going, all of his muscles seizing up…
“Uhhhh!” he wailed, not caring who might hear him at the moment as his semen began to jet out of the end of his cock in long bursts. He shuddered and twitched as his orgasm went on and on, and somewhere in the middle he felt Antonio still and growl out an animal sound as he began to come inside of Scott.
He’d fallen face forward onto his bunk, and Antonio had nearly collapsed on top of him. Scott moved a little, feebly, not liking the fact that his cheek was pressed into a small pool of come on his blanket. “Ugh,” he moaned, trying to pull back.
Antonio moved as well, pulling him backward and into his embrace. He rested his head on Scott’s shoulder. “Was it worth the wait, Scott?” he asked, nuzzling at the side of Scott’s neck with his nose.
“Yeah,” he husked, meaning it. That had definitely been worth the wait.
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