Page 50 of Butterfly

Green nudged Ollie with his elbow. “And in answer to the question you’ve been asking Seinfeld for the past four days…tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Teddy’s coming back to the wing.”

Ollie’s chest flushed with warmth. “What? How do you know?”

“Ian heard the officers talking when he got the post. They’re bringing Teddy back to the wing tonight at lock-up.”

Ollie backed away from the table. The smile on his face began to ache.

“You’re not so good at playing it cool.” Green laughed.

“I…I’d better get ready.”

“Get ready?” Jack quirked an eyebrow.

“The cell’s a mess,” Ollie blurted. “I’d better tidy it up.”

“Ah,” Green said. “Makes sense.”

Ollie darted into his cell, then rushed out again with a towel in his hand.

Jack’s finger followed him across the wing. “Good idea, start with washing your towel.”

Green hung off Jack’s shoulder with a smirk. “That’s the most important thing when one is cleaning one’s cell.”

Ollie flashed his middle finger up at them as he passed to get to the shower, and they both dissolved into laughter.

Ollie tried to keep his nervous chuckles under control. He was as excited as he was apprehensive, waiting for Teddy to return to their cell. He’d stripped off his clothes after a thorough shower, got himself ready for the night’s activities and waited naked in Teddy’s bed. It was the kind of cheesy welcome back that worked on the silver screen, but the practicality of it left much to be desired.

Thirty minutes had passed with Ollie wrapped up in Teddy’s duvet, trying to look appealing, on his side with his head propped up with his hand, while praying an officer didn’t open the door and demand him out for a cell search.

That would be humiliating.

When he finally heard the beat of footsteps heading across the wing, he resisted the urge to pull the duvet over his face to hide.

The lock opened with a clunk. Teddy grumbled over his shoulder as he came inside, then the door was shut behind him.

Teddy’s gaze snapped to the top bunk, absent of Ollie, before dropping down to his own bed.

“Hi.” Ollie smiled. “I missed you.”

Teddy’s jaw looked dislocated as he gawped. He swayed back and forth like he might pass out, and Ollie had no idea if he was playing along, or if he really was that dumbstruck at Ollie in his bed. Either way, fire surged into Ollie’s face, and he fought every instinct to yank the covers up and giggle beneath them.

Fuckinggiggle.

It only took four days of withdrawal for Ollie to revert to a childish teenager, red-faced at the thought of sex again.

Teddy swaggered closer, a coy expression on his face, and lifted the duvet to see for himself Ollie really was completely naked in his bed. He lifted his eyebrow, groaning as he zeroed in on Ollie’s hard cock resting against the bed, and the wet patch on the sheet.

The sight of him like that seemed to knock the wind from Teddy’s chest. He deflated, licking his lips, then in a mad scramble, he pulled and tugged at his clothes until he, too, was naked. Ollie shifted as far back in the bed as he could until he hissed as his spine pressed against the brick wall.

Teddy lifted the duvet, sliding beneath, groaning as he smothered Ollie with his body. He pulled Ollie away from the wall, laid Ollie down on his back, then got on top of him.

“Did you miss me too?” Ollie whispered.

Teddy nodded before leaning down to kiss Ollie breathless. It was slow, and sensual, and Ollie melted into it, brushing his tongue against Teddy’s. He chased the kiss when Teddy leaned back but gave up at the stern look he was given.

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