door. He didn’t recognize either of them. “Let’s go, inmate.”
“Where we going, boss?” Cy questioned from the bottom bunk he now occupied.
“You gotta date,” the taller guard said, loosely cuffing Cy’s hands in front of him when he stood.
Cy followed them, pulse throbbing as he tried not to panic. They didn’t lead him to the admin building but out a back exit with five trailers in the back. They reminded him of the overflow classrooms from his childhood, beige siding, rickety steps, a thin door with an almost metallic white paint.
They marched him up the steps of the third trailer and removed his cuffs before opening the door and all but shoving him inside with nothing more than a barked, “Twenty-four hours.”
“What?” he asked, confused, but the guard was already gone, the lock on the outside clicking into place, caging him inside.
Cy had just enough time to turn before Nicky was jumping into his arms, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against his jaw, his throat, anywhere he could reach. “What’s happening?” Cy managed, doing his best to untangle Nicky’s limbs from around his neck while he attempted to process his new surroundings.
Nicky was like an octopus, his hands returning each time Cy untangled himself. The trailer had a twin bed, an oversized maroon couch, and a small refrigerator. Cy hadn’t even known these existed. He finally gave up trying to get Nicky to release him. He really didn’t want him to let go anyway.
Nicky’s mouth found Cy’s, explaining in-between kisses. “I demanded conjugal visits, and I don’t think we should waste it. I want you to bang me like a drum in the marching band, like a screen door in a hurricane. Fuck me until every person in a fifty mile radius knows I’m getting railed by your huge cock and the guards are too embarrassed to come in here. Fuck, I missed you so much.”
Cy chuckled at Nicky’s stream of consciousness rant, holding him still so he could kiss him deeply before pulling back to look at him. He looked so healthy. He wore dark denim jeans that hugged his ass and thighs and a blue sweater the same color as his eyes. He was clean shaven, allowing Cy to truly appreciate the planes and angles of his face. His wavy blond hair had now been tamed into an expensive cut, short on the sides but longer on top. His square black framed glasses were replaced with expensive frames more suited to his bone structure. “You’re so…” He trailed off, not sure what word was suitable for what he wanted to say.
Nicky gave him a smile. “Clean shaven? Nerdy? Hot?” The last word was said hopefully, like somehow Cy would decide this version of Nicky was somehow inferior to the one from two weeks ago.
It was laughable.
If anything, with Cy in his prison uniform and Nicky in his expensive street clothes, their differences couldn’t have been more obvious. Part of him thought maybe it was a sign—the universe telling him Nicky would always be too good for him—but then he looked at Nicky’s eyes, all but broadcasting his excitement at seeing Cy, and something loosened within him. He just pulled Nicky close, hugging him.
“I’m getting mixed signals here, babe,” Nicky said, voice muffled against Cy’s chest. “Is this a brush off?”
Cy shook his head, dropping a kiss on the top of Nicky’s hair. “Shut up and let me just hold you for a minute. I missed this.”
Nicky melted against him. “Okay.”
Cy rubbed Nicky’s back with his good hand while Nicky’s hands made the slow descent to cup Cy’s ass with both hands, making his intentions clear. Cy let him off the hook. “Okay, enough cuddling. You clearly have other ideas.”
“Oh, thank fuck. I need you inside me, like, now,” Nicky said, dragging Cy down for a filthy kiss before leading him to the small twin bed.
A bottle of lube sat conspicuously on the mattress. Cy wanted to question where it came from, but Nicky was already dragging his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, looking back over his shoulder at Cy expectantly. He almost would have laughed if his dick wasn’t already throbbing from looking at Nicky’s bare ass.
Cy dropped down to his knees behind Nicky, spreading him open, burying his face in the furrow of his ass, groaning at the scent, teasing his tongue against his hole. Nicky moaned long and low, pushing back against Cy, like he was trying to get any part of Cy in him that