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“You smell like sweat.”

Rory looked down at himself. “Sorry, I’ll go shower.”

“I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.”

Rory grabbed his towel and rushed out of the cell. He needed a shower. An ice-cold one.

Rory rested his head against the tiles and let the shower spray down his back. He rubbed his thumb along his scar with the same gentle pressure Sebastian had used. It didn’t feel the same, though. His fingertip wasn’t as rough as Sebastian’s thumb.

Sebastian was a monster.

He’d murdered and done other horrendous things. Things he’d gotten away with.

“Hey?”

He jumped at the voice and looked over at Sebastian. He hooked his towel on the railing and walked towards the showers. He didn’t use the one next to Rory but left a gap between them. He thumped the button on the wall, then hissed as the water hit him. It ran down his muscles, through his grey hair, past his cheeks, over his lips.

Rory couldn’t breathe.

His heart began drumming, and his skin tingled under the spray. He felt too hot and adjusted the temperature on the wall.

For almost twelve weeks, he’d managed to avoid having a shower at the same time as Sebastian, but it was just the two of them now, and the officer watching on the other side of the glass.

Sebastian started soaping up his chest, and the smoky, dark scent of his body wash travelled to Rory’s nose. His mouth watered, and he turned the shower temperature down another notch.

He’d seen Sebastian’s cock, it was unavoidable when they shared a cell, but this was different. Sebastian stood in all his glory, under bright light, soaping up his body.

Rory didn’t know what to do with himself.

Bubbles clung to the hair at the top of Sebastian’s cock and ran down his legs.

Rory knew he should leave the shower room, but he couldn’t.

“You okay over there?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, fine.”

Rory forced himself to look away, but three seconds later, he was flashing looks Sebastian’s way again. Sebastian soaped up his cock, and it was hard in his hands. Hard, and thick, and red with arousal. Rory’s eyes fluttered, and he panted at the tiles.

“Jesus…” he breathed.

“What was that?”

“N…nothing.”

Sebastian looked down at his cock. “Sorry, I can’t help it. I said it before, you’re my type.”

Rory swallowed hard, unable to say anything back.

“Looks like I’m your type too.”

Rory hadn’t looked down at his cock once, tried to pretend he couldn’t feel the pressure, and the ache. He was hard, and adjusting the shower had done nothing to dampen his arousal.

He slammed his fist on the button, cutting the water, then hurried to get his towel. He wrapped it around his waist, turned away from Sebastian, took ten deep breaths, then left the shower room.

Rory dreaded lock-up that night, but Sebastian didn’t mention the shower incident. He went through his nighttime routine, then Rory slipped down from the top bunk and went through his. After Rory had finished, they didn’t speak but lay in silence until the lights cut out.

“Was that the first time you’ve got hard looking at a man?” Sebastian asked after a few minutes.

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