A few moments passed before I spoke, feeling the need to explain a few things.
“I’m not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I also have nothing against you straight folks, just to put it out there. I’m asexual, or I thought I was, but here and there… that happens.”
“A boner, you mean?” Adam said, sounding amused.
“Yeah, um… I can’t control it.”
“That’s how boners usually work,” he mocked me. “But as I said, don’t worry about it. No big deal. Pun intended.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I said with a sigh. “Can you promise me you will never mention it again?”
Adam burst into laughter. “Absolutely not.”
Like I said. Asshole.
Chapter 5
Day Two: The Daily Grind
Jordan
As expected, routine was a significant part of prison life, so after I fell asleep feeling annoyed, I woke up feeling the same way. I was angry at Adam. At Chief Bibb. At myself. I had a beef with everyone, but sadly, I was in no position to do anything about it.
Adam was sleeping on the mattress on the floor, and since we lived in a matchbox, we were close enough to touch. During the night, my hand shifted into a position I never approved of, and now my fingers rested on his bare chest. I could feel his smooth skin under my fingertips, and the heat radiating from his body. I could feel his chest hair and the subtle movements every time he drew a breath. I considered removing my hand, but I feared he would wake up and accuse me of groping him, so I did nothing. Instead, I just lay there and watched him, wondering why he attracted me so much. It certainly wasn’t his personality. He was handsome, sure, but there were lots of handsome men in the world. What did he have that those other men, or women for that matter, didn’t have?
Also, while ogling his half-naked body, I noticed he had morning wood. The anaconda between his legs wasn’t flaccid anymore, not by a long shot. I almost exclaimed,"See? It can happen to anyone”, but it was hardly a valid point. When the tip of his dick peeked out of his boxers, all shiny and purple with arousal, my mouth watered. It was when I forced myself to look away because I wasn’t a masochist, although Luz accused me of being one. Why?“Because you’re stuck on that arrogant bastard, as if he’s the last drop of water in the desert.”
At that point, Adam woke up because I could hear him yawning.
“I thought you were an insomniac,” I mumbled into a pillow.
“Yeah, well, I might have found a cure,” Adam replied quizzically, standing up.
When I saw him rearranging himself with a painful grimace, I felt slightly better. God might have given him an anaconda between his legs, but at least it made him uncomfortable on occasion.
“Problems?” I said, against my better judgment.
Adam blinked. “Are you trying to provoke me, or is it just my imagination?”
“Do you have one?” I muttered.
“Jeez. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
So, yeah, Adam and I kept bickering over the years like two three-year-olds. Luz swore it was sexual chemistry, but I wasn’t convinced. Scarshit showed no emotion towards me except animosity and, well… over-protectiveness.
After they brought us breakfast, we ate in silence for a while before Adam spoke.
“If they send me to that farm and I don’t show up for lunch, don’t freak out again.”
“I hope they won’t. You smelled like manure.”
“Yeah, well, you smelled like potatoes.”
“No wonder, since I peeled a few tons of that revolting vegetable,” I grumbled. “I have cuts on every single finger, and I can’t feel my thumbs. Even my nails hurt.”
“Let me see.”
When he took my hand in his and turned my palm up, I froze on the spot. I couldn’t move or speak, but my dick twitched, fully mobile.
