Page 9 of Butterfly

“He can speak,” Ollie replied. “But only to those who want to listen.”

Jonesy rolled his eyes. “In other words, you don’t know.”

“He speaks to me just fine.”

“Sure, if shoving his dick in your mouth counts as speaking—”

“Hey,” Jack snapped, jabbing a finger in Jonesy’s direction. “No need.”

“We all know it’s true.”

Ollie frowned, glancing at Jack, then Green. “What’s true?”

“You keep the peace by sucking Teddy’s cock. No one blames you.” Jonesy shuddered. “If I was his cellmate, I would do the same.”

Anger flared through Ollie’s chest, and a sense of he’s notyourcellmate, though. Before he could reply, Green got there first.

“I didn’t know you swung that way.”

Jonesy grew even more red. “I don’t. I’m just saying, I’d rather suck a cock than die.”

Jack smirked. “And they’re the only two options, are they?”

“When it comes to Teddy, yes.”

Green grinned. “But what if it was a really ugly cock?”

Jack nodded along. “Hadn’t been washed in years.”

“Kinda like yours, Jonesy,” Green added.

Jonesy’s face turned purple. “Mine is plenty clean.”

“But would you?” Green asked. “Suck your own cock?”

“I…I what?” Jonesy shook his head. “You two are fucking weird.”

“Green can,” Jack said. “He showed me.”

Green grimaced. “It’s not as hot as it sounds.”

Jack shrugged. “I found it pretty hot when I was watching…”

Green burst out laughing, and Jack looked pleased.

Ollie never knew when they were joking or not.

“I can’t believe you both have girlfriends,” Jonesy muttered.

Jack winked. “You’d better believe it.”

“I don’t suck Teddy’s cock,” Ollie interrupted, but his voice came out breathless.

He didn’t, he really didn’t, but the words suck and cock coming from his mouth made him dizzy and his cheeks burn.

Jonesy boomed with laughter. “Well, that convinced no one.”

“I don’t.”

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