to hold onto this feeling of normalcy for just another minute. Trying to pretend they weren’t in that place. “Wish I could have helped with that.”
Cy captured his mouth in another kiss before untangling Webster’s fingers from his shirt. “Me too. But this is going to have to wait until after hours or one of us is going to end up in the hole.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Webster asked, giving Cy a heated look.
Cy bit his plump lower lip, dragging his teeth over it, giving Webster a look that made him breathless. “You better stop before I forget where we are.”
All Webster wanted to do was forget where he was, just for a little while. But he knew Cy was right. “Fine, but only until lights out.”
Cy nodded, his gaze raking over Webster like a caress. “For sure.”
Cy didn’t remember dozing off, but Nicky’s pained cry had him up on his feet before he could even let his eyes adjust to the yellowed fluorescent lighting always beating down on them. Nicky was over the sink holding his cheek, blood seeping between his fingers. Cy’s heart slammed into his chest as his sleep-soaked brain tried to process the scene before him.
“Nicky? What happened?” he asked, voice raspy.
Nicky winced, looking up at him with the eye not hidden behind his hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Wake me? Seriously?” Cy pushed Nicky’s hand out of the way, frowning at the laceration across his cheekbone. It was already starting to swell.
“What happened?” Cy asked again, tilting Nicky’s head to get a better look in the light.
“Gotta keep up appearances,” Nicky said with a shrug. “If you’re not assaulting me, somebody else will. I didn’t think you’d want to hit me again.”
Cy’s nostrils flared, his frustration a living thing inside him. “You did this to yourself on purpose?” Cy asked, turning away to prop his hands on the metal frame of the top bunk. “You could have really hurt yourself. Your eye could swell shut. You can’t defend yourself if you can’t see, Nicky.”
Nicky hit him in the shoulder. “Do you want to do it? Do you want to be the one to hurt me? Because if you don’t, they will. If you don’t want me to hurt myself, then you have to do it. You have to hurt me or I’m a sitting duck out there.”
Cy punched the metal bed frame with a snarl, the pain shooting through his knuckles doing nothing to quell the frustration rapidly turning to anger. None of this was right. What the fuck was he supposed to do? What did Nicky want him to do? Punch him? Hit him? Jesus.
Cy spun around, advancing on Nicky, shoving him against the wall, and kissing him with all the fury pulsing through him, his tongue invading Nicky’s mouth making him whimper in a way that went straight to Cy’s cock. He captured Nicky’s hands and forced them over his head, biting over his stubbled jaw to nip at his ear, bending his knees just enough to let Nicky feel how hard he was.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicky whispered, his head falling back against the bricks, his lips parted, his erection pressing against Cy’s hip as he sank his teeth into Nicky’s shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.
“Is this hard enough?” Cy growled, dragging his tongue along the indentations.
“No.”
Cy squeezed Nicky’s wrists harder, his tongue swiping over the blood on his bruised cheek. “No?”
“No,” Nicky said, voice raw. At Cy’s growl, Nicky said, “Come on, Cy. You’ve been locked in this cell for twenty years. Tell me there haven’t been times where you’ve fantasized about having somebody who you could just…use for your own sick, twisted desires. Somebody who was just yours to play with? Use me, Cy. I want you to.”
“Jesus, Nicky. Your mouth…” Cy said, cock throbbing at Nicky’s words.
He released Nicky’s hands, shocked when he dropped to his knees before him. “Yeah, okay,” Nicky said, dragging Cy’s pants and underwear to his thighs and burying his face against his groin.
“That’s not what I…” Cy started, but then Nicky’s lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking greedily. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, okay.”
When he looked down, Nicky was gazing up at him with those huge blue eyes. Was this some reward for good behavior? In what world was Nicky on his knees in a jail cell while Cy’s cock pumped between his plush lips? It seemed as inconceivable as the throaty moans falling from Nicky’s lips or the wanton way his