Darren smiled, wondering if he should say something.Probably?But Aiden seemed focused on whatever report or email he was handling, so he stayed quiet and simply observed the other man until his hand bumpedinto a box of tissues left next to him that hadn’t been there before.
He must’ve been so out of it not to notice when that fox had placed the tissues there.
Once he’d cleaned himself up and zipped his jumpsuit, he couldn’t take the tense silence anymore. He cleared his throat to get the warden’s attention.
“You may go, Mr. Howe. I don’t require any more help,” Aiden said matter-of-factly, as if he hadn’t just watched Darren masturbate in front of him.
‘Help’. Darren snorted under his nose, a grin tugging at his lips. “Should I come by in the morning?” he asked, trying not to sound too eager.
Aiden lifted his eyes from the screen and propped his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. A knowing glint in his gaze told Darren he’d failed to hide his post-orgasmic bliss. “No. Have a good night,” he said, effectively dismissing Darren.
Seeing no point in overstaying his welcome, Darren wished Aiden good night and left the office, returning to his cell. He slinked inside quietly and leaned back against the door, crossing his arms as he watched Matt’s right shoulder move up and down.
“What you up to?” he asked over a snort, startling his friend.
“Jesus, Darren!” Matt sprang up from his chair and held his crotch with one hand, throwing the crumpled porn mag he’d been jerking off to at Darren. “Ya scared the shit outta me, man.”
Darren wiggled his eyebrows, grinning like an idiot because he couldn’t hide his own good mood.
“Oh,oh?” Matt caught on immediately. He slid back into the chair and smirked, zipping his pants while hisbulge still tented his underwear. “Looks like ya got to do more than office work, hmm? Do tell.”
Darren unbuttoned the upper portion of his jumpsuit and let it hang over his ass before tossing himself on the lower bunk. He crossed his hands behind his head and stared at the metal support boards.
Matt snorted, kicking him in the leg. “Well? Ya gonna spill or do I have to make ya?”
The lingering tendrils of his orgasm made Darren smile. “You are awfully nosy tonight.”
“Ya see yer expression in the mirror and ya would be too.”
Chuckling, Darren turned his head to the side and faced his cellmate. “I might’ve violated his fingers with my mouth.” He let his tongue dart out, making a show of licking his lips.
“Pfft, ya for real? I thought I told ya to be careful with the warden.” Matt shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “So, he kicked ya out or something?”
“He made me masturbate in front of him.”
Matt’s eyes went wide and he let out a wolf’s whistle. “He didwhat?” He settled into the chair and threw Darren a scrutinizing look. “Really now?”
“Mmhm…” Remembering the stern tone with which Aiden had said—no,orderedit had Darren slide his hand inside his jumpsuit and adjust himself. His dick was already semi-hard again, making his underwear feel tighter around him.
“That the only thing he made ya do?” Matt smirked, gaze dipping to acknowledge Darren’s hard-on before returning to his face.
Darren rolled to his side and propped his head on one hand while the other busied itself by pulling outstray threads from the blanket. “Unfortunately.” He smiled wickedly. “And the smartass just stood there watching me and pretending it didn’t turn him on.”
Like watching Darren jerk off and liking it was beneath Aiden. Like it meant nothing when it so clearly did.
But the tension in Aiden’s jaw, the flicker of hunger in his piercing hazel eyes, the undeniable want making his features taut had been there, if fleeting. Betraying the truth he’d tried so hard to mask.
“Sounds like he really stirred ya up, man.” Matt cocked his head toward Darren’s crotch, where a full erection was already bulging his pants. “In more ways than one. Ya sure he’s not just messin’ with ya?”
In truth, Darren had no idea what to think. Aiden’s behavior was confounding. Not in a bad way necessarily, if he didn’t count that budding need to understand a man he likely wasn’t going to see ever again after his term as temporary warden ended. But he kind of liked it. Because as much as Aiden was still a mystery, there was something in him that called out to Darren, some familiarity he couldn’t quite grasp yet but could feel with his entire being.
Besides, now that he wasn’t thinking just with his dick, he could come up with numerous perks fucking the warden could get him. And it was no one’s business if he wanted to pretend it was the only reason behind his interest in Aiden.
“Nah, just playing hard to get,” Darren offered a half-truth.
“If ya say so. I’m not the expert here.”
Aiden Kesley was just as interested as he was, Darren was sure of it. But he couldn’t deny that it felt like the warden was trying to deny that to himself. To rein his reactions in. Which was… strange, given he didn’t strike Darren as aman who wasn’t versed in the pleasures of the body. Or as one who was against pursuing them.
