Scott tried to stifle his moans as Antonio buried himself inside of his body fro behind over and over again. He bit at his own fingers to try to be quiet; he hated knowing that the other prisoners in the cell block knew what he and Antonio were doing at night, even though he knew that they all assumed that Antonio was fucking him anyway. He didn’t want them to be able to hear the sounds of ecstasy that he made as Antonio plowed him from behind. This was too personal and private an act to want those animals to be able to hear it.
“Scott, you feel so good,” Antonio breathed into his ear, just before he licked the rim insouciantly. “I could do this forever.”
Scott moaned behind his muffling fingers, saying without words that Antonio could do just that if he wanted. A breathy chuckle, then teeth nipped at his earlobe. He shuddered, his body bucking. His cock was so hard that it almost hurt. He stroked it in time with Antonio’s thrusts, feeling himself rising toward orgasm slowly but inevitably.
He cried out, clamping his fingers tightly over his lips as he began to come. His semen spilled out over his fingers as Antonio lazily continued to thrust into him. He rode out Scott’s orgasm, enjoying the feel of the tight muscles convulsing around his dick. Only after Scott was finally still, panting and wrung-out, did Antonio shove in hard and fast and bring himself to his own inevitable conclusion. He buried his face in the back of Scott’s neck to muffle his own sounds as he came into the condom in a rush, his body shuddering at the pleasure of it all.
He curled around Scott’s sweaty, limp form, burying his face in the fine, silky, dark-blonde hair. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the feel of Scott in his arms. Soon they’d uncouple, and he’d clean Scott up before they went to sleep together on the narrow bunk. But for now, he simply reveled in the aftermath of their passion, loving the feel of the soft bare skin pressed to his.
He felt a streak of melancholy flash through him. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the last month-and-a-half with his new cellmate. Scott was not only great in bed, he was a genuinely wonderful companion. Antonio suspected that he was already in love, and that those feelings would only deepen over time. But unfortunately, he wouldn’t have that time…because his lawyer had called him today and told him that Scott’s former ‘friend’ had been located, and that a judicious application of threats had made the boy turn himself in and confess that it had been HIS cocaine in the tires of Scott’s car. Within the next few days, Scott would be released from prison when all the charges against him were dropped. He wouldn’t even have to serve probation; his record would be purged of all criminal charges. He would be free.
While Antonio was delighted at this news, at the same time he felt a weary depression over knowing that he was going to lose Scott. He’d return to the endless, empty grey days as he waited for his sentence to be over, with no companion or bedmate to keep him company. He very much doubted that the Feds would try again with another prisoner, since they had to suspect that Antonio was aware of what they’d done and would be expecting it if they tried again. And since the warden was kind enough to see that he didn’t have to share his cell with someone he didn’t like, he’d be alone again. So very alone…
He sighed, his breath stirring Scott’s hair. He would let him go, and gladly; Scott needed to be free and way from this horrible place. But he’d miss him so terribly that the rest of his slightly-less-than-a-year sentence was bound to be slow and awful to the extreme.
“Scott,” he murmured.
“Yeah?” his lover’s voice was slightly hoarse, which made him smile faintly.
“I have something that I need to tell you,” Antonio said resignedly.
“What is it?” there was concern in Scott’s voice now, as he picked up on the undertones in Antonio’s.
“You’re going to be released soon, Scott. My lawyer called me today. Your supposed ‘friend’ has confessed to the police that the drugs in your tires were his, not yours. Her will be tried for possession of them, and you will be freed as soon as the charges against you are thrown out. You get to leave this place.”
Scott gasped. He turned over, his eyes staring at Antonio’s face in the dim light. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Antonio lightly touched his face with his long fingers. “Yes. Soon you’ll be free, and this place will become a distant nightmare for you.”
“But…what about you?” Scott blurted out, his face twisting with anxiety.
Antonio smiled wryly. “What about me? I have to serve out the rest of my sentence, Scott. I’m not like you. I actually committed the crime for which I was imprisoned. It’s only another year; I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, man,” Scott muttered, burying his face in Antonio’s chest. “I’m really happy that I’m going to get to leave, but I don’t want to leave without you!”
Antonio ran his hand down Scott’s bare back reassuringly. “You have to, Scott,” he replied firmly. “While I am pleased that you don’t wish to leave me, you must. You should walk away from this place and never look back.”
“No!” Scott said mutinously. He pulled away so that he could scowl at Antonio. “I’m not going to forget you!”
He felt a wash of pleasure at these words, his fingers stroking Scott’s cheek. “Would you wait for me, then, Scott? It will be less than a year before I, too, walk away from this place a free man. I will have to serve some probationary time after that, but at least I will be out of this hell hole. And I could not think of a better person to be with for that time than you.”
“Of course I’ll wait for you,” Scott said stoutly. He hugged Antonio, setting his head under his chin. “I’d wait for you for ten years, let alone less than one. God, Antonio, I love you.”
He smiled then, a relieved and happy expression that lightened his face and made him look rather boyish. “Good. Because I have given my heart to you as well, Scott. It will please me to think of you out in the world and free, while I am waiting for my time here to be up. Especially if I know that you’ll be waiting for me when I get out. You have made me very happy.”
He kissed Scott then, sealing the deal. The smaller man clung to him as their lips merged, as though he were trying to hold onto Antonio for just a little while longer. Soon they’d have to part, but for now they had the night and each other. And that was definitely enough…
Scott stood in the middle of the cell that he’d called home for almost two months and looked down at his lover. Antonio was sitting in his chair, his face grave. “It’s almost time, Scott,” he said.
Scott bit at his lip. “I know,” he said. Soon a guard would come for him and escort him to a room where he’d dress in civilian clothes, and then he’d be given back his belongings and taken out of the prison. Never to return, if he had his way. His days of being a ‘criminal’ were definitely over! He was never even going to jaywalk again after this.
“I shall miss you, Scott,” Antonio continued.
He felt tears spring to his eyes. “And I’m going to miss you,” he replied. “Antonio…”
Hands reached out and pulled him close, and he bent his head so that his lover could kiss him one last time. “Take care of yourself, Scott,” he murmured as their lips parted.
“You too, Antonio. Be safe in here,” Scott said, looking around anxiously.
A small, rather wicked smile slid over Antonio’s lips. “I assure you that I shall,” he said. “You do not have to worry about me, Scott.”
“But I’m still going to,” his lover replied sharply.
A chuckle. “Very well, then. It will be nice to know that you’re thinking of me.”
“All the time” Scott assured him.
“The time will pass very quickly, you’ll see. Then we’ll be together again. Come now; buck up,” Antonio said, lightly chucking him under the chin.
Scott sniffled, but tried to pull himself together. He didn’t want to act like a baby. Just then, they heard approaching footsteps. Scott stiffened as a guard came to the boor of their cell. “Are you ready, Mr. Dresdell?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Scott husked, never looking away from Antonio’s black eyes. “Antonio…”
“Go, Scott. I’ll see you later,” Antonio told him quietly.
He tried hard to conjure up a smile as the guard opened the door of the cell. He lifted a hand, and Antonio lifted his fingers to his lips and kissed them as Scott left the cell with a backward glance over his shoulder. Then the guard was escorting him away, and Antonio sighed and lowered his head. Silence descended on the cell, a grim and heavy silence that felt like it would never be broken again…
Scott took the wallet, car keys, belt, and shoes that the guard handed him at the check point. He bent to put his shoes on, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He blinked them away, trying hard not to think of Antonio stuck in this awful place for almost a year by himself. After all, Antonio had been doing fine before he’d come. Surely he’d be okay without Scott here for the rest of his sentence? But no matter how much he told himself that, one part of his mind couldn’t help but worry. He felt like he was abandoning Antonio, and his heart ached in his chest as he put on his belt and stuck his wallet in his pocket.
Still, he also felt an upsurge of joy and relief when the guard escorted him out to the main gate of the prison. He was free! And he had no criminal record! Also, that wretched bastard Randy would be doing time in his place, rightfully deserved time. That couldn’t help but make him feel a little better.
Outsides the gate, the guard pointed to a payphone nearby. “You can call somebody to come and get you,” he told Scott.
“Thank you,” he replied gratefully.
He started to walk toward the payphone, but just as he did a sleek black car slid to a halt in front of the gate and the back door opened. A sleek-looking man wearing a tailored(and clearly expensive) suit stepped out, carrying a briefcase. “Mr. Dresdell?” he said, looking at Scott.
“Yes?” he said in astonishment, coming to a stop.
“I’m Randall Kane, your lawyer. Well, actually I’m Antonio Mazinar’s lawyer, but since he retained me to clear up your case I also represent you. Mr. Mazinar sent me to come and collect you today and to take you to your apartment.”
“My apartment?” Scott said in bewilderment. “I don’t think that it’s my apartment anymore, not after so long…”
Randall Kane shook his glossy head. “No, not that apartment, Mr. Dresdell,” he replied. “I’m talking about the apartment that Mr. Mazinar had me lease for you. He wanted a place for you to live while you’re waiting for his prison term to be done, as well as someplace that you could live together after he gets out.”
“Oh,” Scott felt a burning in the backs of his eyes again. Antonio was still taking care of him. He wanted to sit down and bawl like a baby.
“Will you come with me?” the lawyer asked politely.
“Yes,” he replied, walking toward the car. “Yes, I will.”
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