Sinn'ous’s mind is a mess of words, and tangled sentences, running over the entire meeting in his head. Mildly lethargic from the new information, and the suppressed memories keeping him awake all night, he stumbles on his feet in his turn to leave. He catches himself, thank fuck, and doesn’t do more than fuck up his flow, nothing that would be to obvious should someone be watching.
Rogers breaks the silence. “You’re . . . whatever he is, was looking for you. Saw him leaving your cell.”
Sinn'ous pauses, throwing a look over his shoulder.
So, lockdown has finally lifted, only took a week.
“Jasper.” It’s a rhetorical question because who else would it be? His head is a mess of fog, more unfocused than he has ever been. Letting the inside thought slip into the outside world.
Rogersgives him a quizzical look. Clearly picking up on Sinn'ous’s uncharacteristic, frazzled state, and he can’t really blame him, he feels every bit as lost as his body is displaying.
“Yeah . . .” Rogers’s word lingers, and when Sinn'ous doesn’t fill in the unasked question of what’s wrong, he continues on. “He was heading to the showers.”
30
SINN'OUS
“Hello, Beautiful.” Sinn'ous places a hand on Izz’s back, warm and wet to the touch.
He stalks around the boy to lean against the tiled wall, just as naked as the boy is. Openly watching. Eyes missing nothing of the bare body on display for him. All that is missing is the crimson drops of blood.
“Ahh—hi.” Soft voice, soft eyes, soft blush.
Sinn'ous drops his eyes, to leisurely drag them back up Izz’s frame. Making a show out of it. Let the boy know what he’s doing.
Taking what he wants is something he has no shame in. And he isn’t about to back down now.
The way the boy stands in the showers embrace, naked and unmoving, indicates he’s either really smart or really stupid. And somehow Sinn'ous doesn’t peg the boy for working an angle to this. He doesn’t strike him as the type to bend over for protection. Too naive to know that’s an option many men take in here. No one is currently bending for Sinn'ous, but there are many doing it for other influential inmates. It reminds him that he hasn’t fucked since Trevor, on the day Izz arrived at Sandstone Correctional.
A shudder rakes through Izz’s slender form. And Sinn'ous would give many things to know what just ran through the boy’s mind. Fear or anticipation? A combination?
“Heard you were looking for me.” Sinn'ous folds his arms over his broad chest. “You enjoy what I gifted you.” It’s not a question foresay. The answer is not important. The only importance rightnow is the way rivulets of crystal liquid are cutting down tailored hips to the curve of a sculpted ass.
Izz’s face flashes in curiosity, written in a million scattered questions he’s trying to piece together. “The cards were a Godsend, I was going stir crazy. But my cellmate’s a terrible cheat, so there was that.” It’s clear it isn’t what he was going to say, but Sinn'ous allows the withholding to slide.
Ignoring the use of a toxic term that should not exist. Needs to be puked from the English language, then forced to eat it so he won’t have to think about it, see it, touch it, smell it. The only deity who exists and should be spoken of is Satan.
Bless, Satan,purge me of that repulsive word.
He does, however, slightly narrow his eyes at Izz’s remark. Biting his cheek to contain the revolt threatening to dive out knives raised.
He addresses only the ending of the boy’s confession. “He didn’t cheat you out of anything—”
A blurted, “no, no, nothing like that,” spits out of Izz’s mouth. “We weren’t gambling with anything, just messing around.”
The deer in headlights look is mildly bemusing, like his mind subconsciously knows Sinn'ous is about to find Reni and kill him. It’s not a far stretch thought, he will be killing Reni, eventually. It’s on his to-do list. But before that he has other things to check off the list.
“Very well,” Sinn'ous relaxes against the wall, rolling out the tension in his muscles. His sleep schedule is for shit, and his body is taking on the results of this.
“You going to shower too? Or just stand there staring at me.”
A devilish smirk splits his lips. And he deliberately runs his dark eyes back down Izz’s body, from those bright doe-eyes to his slender thighs.
The boy turns his face into the spray, an obvious attempt to hide the amusement colouring his features.
“I missed my birthday,” Izz mutters, to redirect the conversation. He does that a lot. It’s a shame, really, that conversation direction had just gotten interesting.
Izz continues, undeterred, eyes cast away from Sinn'ous. “I overheard some guards on my way here. They mentioned it’s the ninth today. I wish I could have seen my sister on my birthday. First one I’ve had since she was born where she hasn’t been with me.”
