Page 92 of Fragments
“Did it feel good…?” I ask him, my voice barely there. “When I kissed you?”
The pinkish hue in his cheeks darkens, his gaze purposely avoiding mine.
There’s my answer.
Unfortunately, Josh fucking Peters chooses this moment to whip open the bars and growl, “Alright, 48. You had your fun. Let’s go.”
Lex peeks up at me, our eyes melting together. I lean in a bit, and he gulps again. But hestilldoesn’t move away.
“Sleep tight, beautiful,” I whisper, pausing. “Can I have just one more?”
To my surprise and immense satisfaction, he nods quickly. I can feel him shaking as I drop one last kiss on his perfect mouth. Slower this time, lips barely parted, but still so warm and sweet. The fucking innocence of it has my dick aching in my pants.
God, kissing him feels like a first. A timid, trembling, greedy first kiss.
A hum leaves me as I pull back, using every ounce of strength I have to release his hand and stand up. My cock is sorta full. I’m sure he can see it, but I don’t even care. I want him to see.
I want him to know this is what he does to me.
Wandering away, I feel him watching me go. And I stop at the bars, turning to him one last time. “I’ll dream about you, baby… like fireworks over the ocean.”
I’m in a fucking cloud of cotton candy and rainbows as Peters walks me back to my cell. He puts me inside and rumbles, “I’ll be back in a few hours,” before stomping off.
Oh, right. I’m supposed to suck his dick later.
But my thoughts are stuck on Lexington, sitting alone in that cell at the end of the row. What I wouldn’t give to go back there and just lay with him. We wouldn’t even need to hook up. I just want to touch him, and smell him, feel his warmth coiling around me.
I can’t believe I got to kiss him. I can’t believe heletme. Even just those little ones were the best kisses of mylife. And I know he liked it… Iknowhe did.
His head is tripping him up, but that might not be the hardest thing to overcome.
I wonder what he might let me do to him next time…
Sighing, I wander over to my bed, slumping onto it while Parker peers at me over the side. “How’d it go?”
I grin, brushing my thumb over my lips where they touched his. “I think we’re more than just friends…”
Parker doesn’t say anything, but a few moments of silence later, I hear a sniffle. My forehead creases and I sit up. “Hey, you alright up there?”
“Yea… I’m fine,” he whimpers, not sounding fine at all.
“That’s it. I’m coming up.” I get up and climb onto the top bunk, crashing in at his feet. “What’s wrong, babe?”
He doesn’t look well, the dark circles under his eyes getting worse, redness around his nose from constant sinus issues.
His fingers twist in his lap as he mumbles, “I’m happy for you and Luthor. That you guys might be able to have something. I swear, I am, but… and I hate myself for feeling like this, but I’m also… kinda jealous.”
I nod along, fully understanding what he’s saying without him needing to elaborate.
“I’ll never get that chance again,” he croaks. “I’ll never get to fall in love and be with someone…”
“Yes, you can,” I tell him, taking his hand. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. Not that there are many great choices in here…” He snorts a tiny laugh, and I feel great for making it happen. “You’re a ten, so you need to hold out for at least a seven.”
“I hate you.” He chuckles, but it fades fast. “Ren, I’m serious. Even outside of here, it was damn near impossible.”
“The stigma’s a bitch,” I grumble, angry on his behalf. “But people are just idiots, and it doesn’t matter. I love you, and Luthor loves you. Youareloved, Parker. You’re not defined by your condition.”
His bottom lip trembles, and he bites it. I hate seeing him so upset. The kid has become like the brother I’ve always wanted. “I haven’t been feeling well…”
