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"Yet, here you are."
"Yeah, but luckily with you." Dyson laid back on the bed. "So how are you hearing all this gossip about me? We're locked in here twenty-three hours a day. We get an hour for showers or phone calls. You never talk to anyone."
"Ah, that's where you're wrong. You might head straight for the shower, and never talk to anyone, but me, I linger, listen at the other cell doors, and they always let two of us out at a time. Everyone wants to know about my cellmate. Why do you think everyone stops to say hi when they walk by our cell? They are hoping to see you, gain some information on who you are and what you're like."
Dyson rolled his eyes. "What do you tell them?"
"That you’re a fucking hero, who saved a bunch of kids. The rest, they don't need to know, though John in cell five keeps asking me for more personal details. I'd watch your ass if you end up getting your hour out at the same time he does."
Dyson laughed. "I might let him have my ass if he's any good. The worst part about being in here is the lack of sex. I used to get laid almost nightly before I got caught. If I'm detoxing from anything in here, it's sex."
"Yeah, I admit I'm taking longer showers. Out of all the things I'm going to miss being in here, it's sex. I may hook-up with someone once I get to prison, but here, nah, I need to know someone before I fuck them."
Dyson would have taken pretty much anything at the moment. He had a few limits, but his cock was craving attention desperately. Sex took the edge off, and without it, he was stressed and worked up with everything going on. "Did you have anyone on the outside?"
Patrick shrugged. "No one serious. I was working at Dave's Tires when all this shit went down, and there was a guy there I thought might be something more serious, but our first date was scheduled for the day after I killed my sister's husband."
He wasn't shocked to hear his cellmate was gay. He'd gotten that impression from day one. While there wasn't really any attraction to Patrick, his cock still tried to let him know that anyone would do. He ignored the need, not about to ruin a good friendship and risk ending up with a cellmate he couldn't stand if things went bad between him and Patrick. "That sucks. Has he got hold of you here?"
"Nah, I didn't expect him to. What guy wants to hook-up with a murderer? What about you? Did you leave anyone behind?"
Other than his whole team? "No, there was no one serious. I'm more into the hook-ups. I'd use dating apps or pick a guy up at the club if I could get there early enough. Seldom ever saw them again afterward. I'm not sure I'm the type to ever settle down." The thought of only having one person for the rest of his life didn't work for him. He needed the variety. He wanted a taste of everything depending on his mood. Sex with one person would get boring.
"I thought I'd be the only gay man here." Patrick laughed.
"Nah, I bet there are a few of us. I'm not one to make it public around here. I don't want to do any harder time than I have to, but you know, if I'm here for fifty years, ya gotta do something. Half the guys around here who end up at the prison will experiment. Probably more than half. You gotta do what ya gotta do to get off."
Patrick made a disgusted face. "Yeah, looking around at most of the men here, I'll stick to the solo showers."
"Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing. Hopefully, our options improve once we get to prison." He really prayed that never happened. He needed more than that to satisfy him. God, he prayed the team got him out of jail before he had to make those choices.
"When's your next court date?" Patrick asked.
"Next week. It's just a preliminary hearing. I have no doubt this is going to drag on for months. I have no expectation of a speedy trial with my case. I've hardly had time to talk to my attorney yet. We've only covered the basics." Dyson honestly wasn't even sure who had called the lawyer for him. One just suddenly walked in saying he was being paid to represent him, and Dyson didn't argue. If the team got him out of jail soon, he wouldn't need the man to do much anyway. "How about you?"
"Nothing for another two weeks. They keep delaying my case. I guess there was some case in Baltimore where my sister's husband had been arrested for raping and beating a woman. He's looking into that before we go on. The more we can show how violent he was, the better it is for me." Patrick shrugged. "My gut tells me it won't matter. Murder is murder in many people's eyes, and a jury could go either way on this."
"The not knowing sucks." Dyson sighed.
"It does, but at least we don't have to go through it alone." Patrick held up a deck of cards. "You up for a game?"
"Sure, why not?" Dyson moved so Patrick could sit at the other end of his bunk and deal the cards between them.
This was his life now, card games, horrible meals, long hours of nothingness, and worry that something might go wrong and the team wouldn't get him out. He had to be ready for anything. His luck had run out the night he got arrested, and he wasn't sure that it had ever returned.
