Page 178 of Fragments
But because I’m in stupidprison, I don’t have the luxury of seeing my fuck-buddy—the only label I’m comfortable with right now—whenever I want. And I’m pouting about it just a little.
I’m not even a big masturbator, but I’ve been jerking it left and right to nothing but the memories in my head. The way Ren’s tight body squeezed mine, that first push that felt like breaking through the pearly gates of heaven. Sinking as deep as possible and just swimming in the passion and pleasure and raw sexual appetite.
God, it was fantastic.
And now I’m basically a boner with legs.
It’s a little embarrassing, because I feel like it’s more socially acceptable to be this way in your teens. At twenty-three, you’re supposed to have reined it in a little. But not me. I have sex on the brain, which is making me just as squirmy and petulant as the rest of the dudes in here.
This entire prison is one big pair of blue balls.
Glancing around the caf, I can see it in everyone. At least I’m not alone… The whole place is on edge, prisoners and guards alike. There have already been three fights today alone.
The only difference is that Ren and I can’t stop making googly eyes at one another, whereas everyone else is looking like they actively want to gouge each other’s eyesout.
I know, it’s pretty stupid of me to be falling back into Ren’s web, like a fly who narrowly escaped being eaten then decided to flutter right back in the deadly spider’s direction. But I can’t help it. I just want to bask in this a little while longer, before it inevitably turns to yet another emotional castration.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask, right? Can’t I just have a few more weeks of boning my friend before we have to start rehashing all our old trauma??
Speaking of, the friend in question is sitting across from me at our table, his foot casually running up and down my leg. And eventhatis winding me up like a matchbox car.
I mean, it’s afoot. On myleg.
Not exactly scandalous.
But my balls are aching, and my dick is screaming, andholy fucking shit, I’m using all my strength not to lunge over this table and hump his sexy brains out.
I can only distract myself with stale bread and bland chicken noodle soup for so long until I’m biting the inside of my cheek so hard, I’m sure I’m bleeding.
“Goddammit, Ren!” I bark, kicking him in the shin.
“Ow.” He pouts, reaching under the table to rub his leg. “Jeez, what crawled up your butt??”
“Nothing,” I grumble, acting like a stubborn, horny brat. “Nothing is up my butt. Oranyone’sbutt, for that matter. All butts are just sitting there, looking all pretty and sweet… And freshly showered so they probably smell really nice…” My voice trails, eyes set on his plump lips while I release a shivering breath. “Never mind. Just stop… stoptouchingme.”
He tugs his bottom one between his teeth, and my dickthrobs. “The butt misses you too, baby. Real bad.”
I hear a scoff from my right, and I glance at Kang, who’s rolling his eyes.
Leaning in, Ren whispers to me, “How much trouble do you think I’d get in if I slid under this table right now and gave your perfect cock a few kisses?”
I whimper, rubbing my eyes. “A lot.”
“Might be worth it to ease some of the burn my gorgeous former virgin is feeling, hm?” he purrs, tracing my fingers from across the table.
“Will you come sit next to me?” I plead quietly, free hand running up and down my thigh because I’mliterallyabout to combust, and now I’m wondering if there’s any possibility I could sit him on my lap real quick for an inconspicuous public display ofaffection.
Ren looks positively elated by the thought of coming closer to me, which takes away some of the discomfort.At least he’s happy.
He’s about to stand when Joy stomps over to us.
“Everybody, fuck off. Luth, I need to borrow you for a sec,” she grunts, grabbing me by the arm.
“Wait, what??” I mumble, staring helplessly at Ren and Kang as Joy literally pulls me up out of my seat and drags me across the room.
My first assumption is that they need me in one of the control rooms again, which has me on high alert. But instead, she just brings me into the corner of the caf and shoves me up against the wall.
“What the hell, man?!” I grumble. “I swear, I wasn’t really gonna do it—”
