“Yeah?”
“This is going to sound defeatist, but are we going to die here?”
“No. Stop asking stupid questions.”
“Okay. Good night, Adam.”
“I doubt it. Now shut up, weirdo, and go to sleep.”
Chapter 4
Day One: Prison Life
Jordan
I woke up at dawn, not knowing where I was at first. I certainly wasn’t in my bed because my bed didn’t have a ceiling like the one that I found myself in. I also lived alone, so no wonder the manly arm hanging from above added to my confusion. Reality caught up with me soon enough when I became aware of the sounds in the distance. Snoring, yelling, farting, and other noises cleared it all up. Jesus Christ. So, it wasn’t a dream, despite Adam Markland’s arm so close to my face.
Speaking of Adam, was he still asleep? Or was he awake, thinking about the cruel twist of fate that made us end up here? Was he still dressed only in his boxers? It was, stupidly enough, my main takeaway from last night—the sight of Adam Markland in his boxers. First, I never expected to find myself in a situation where I would see him in his underwear. Second, he was manly as fuck. Big as a mountain, built like a tank, and hairy. Not too hairy, but… perfectly hairy. His biceps were ridiculous, and his chest looked as if it were made of solid rock. I was a sucker for a big, muscular chest, so no wonder I couldn’t stop staring. His abs were a work of art, his thighs were thick like tree trunks, and he was… well, he was packing. The way his bulge was sticking out said a lot, but it also brought me to my third point—anger boners. Since I didn’t hate him today as much as yesterday, but my dick was equally hard, it would be fair to say that I was attracted to Adam Markland. With that out of the way, I felt… worse.
First, he was a colleague. Second, we were in prison on an undercover assignment. Third, he hated me since he laid eyes on me. Fourth, he was rude to me as a rule, aside from yesterday, which could be an anomaly. Fifth, he was straight. Sixth, even if he wasn’t straight and if he didn’t hate me, he didn’t strike me as a person who would ride a dick. It meant I would be the one riding it, which was something I couldn’t imagine, to be honest.
So, yeah, I was in trouble, and not just because I spent half the night awake thanks to my boner. I was supposed to live with him in this matchbox-sized room for an indefinite period of time. It meant embarrassing hard-ons, aching balls, and sleepless nights in the days to come. Also, it was time for me to throw that asexuality theory out of the window because I was a lot of things, but not a hypocrite.
“Morning, princess.”
The low voice above me both startled me and made me laugh. Those certainly weren’t the words I expected to hear this morning.
“Morning, pumpkin,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I didn’t sleep at all. I’m an insomniac.”
“No shit? I didn’t know that about you.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. Did you get some sleep?”
Not really, because I had a boner thanks to you.
No! Jesus.
“A bit,” I replied, feeling warm in the face. “I doubt anyone sleeps on their first night in jail.”
“That’s a scientific fact, actually,” Adam said, climbing off the bed.
Yup, still in his boxers. Still manly as fuck. I tried not to look at him while he was dressing, which proved to be a serious challenge. Shit, how could I be attracted to Adam, of all people?
“Now what?” I asked him, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
“Breakfast, I presume, so you’d better get dressed. That is, unless you want to face the guards in your cute little briefs.”
Cute? I looked down at my crotch, whining internally. Why did I think that neon blue briefs were suitable for prison? Oh, right, I wasn’t thinking straight because I was crushing on my colleague. No, not crushing. Lusting. Yeah, that sounded marginally better.
We’d barely finished getting ready when the guard stopped by our cell.
“Rise and shine, new fishes,” he said flatly. “This is something we call inmate count, and it will happen a lot. Stand in line, please.”
We did what he said, mumbling a “good morning” as he gave us a once-over.
“Mr. Mayhew and Mr. Smith,” he said, smirking. “Welcome to the Grangetown Correctional Facility. Try not to party too hard.”
