Page 80 of Freshman

Alfie kept his hips hovering above the sofa and moaned loud enough to vibrate his chest. He shuddered through the waves, with his cock jerking in his hands.

Alfie tightened his grip to feel the throb, and he twitched his fingers in the warm stickiness of his cum. He wanted Nate to be there, wanted to open his eyes and see his smug smile, but all that faced him was the blank ceiling. He used his cleanest hand to grip the phone and held it in front of his face. Nate hadn’t disconnected the call. The numbers were counting up, but Nate wasn’t speaking.

“Nate?” he whispered.

There was a harsh breath, and then Nate’s wrecked voice. “You’re something else, Freshman. Drive me so fucking crazy.”

Alfie rubbed his messy fingers together, shame and guilt surging in his body. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Nate shushed him gently. “It’s okay—”

“It’s not okay,” he whined. “I’m letting this happen, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“Don’t stop it. You don’t need to stop it. I’ve got you.”

Alfie pulled the phone away from his ear and disconnected the call. The whisky, it was the whisky’s fault, had to be.

He trudged up to his bed and after a quick clean-up, fell face-first on the mattress.

He hated whisky, and he hated Nate.

Alfie walked into work on Monday with his head bowed. Looks of concern shot his way, and he was tempted to turn and run.

It might not have been the line he’d drawn over the threshold of Nate’s cell, but he’d broken a new line by inviting Nate into his home and letting Nate hear him come apart over the phone.

Marie tapped his shoulder. “You’re looking better.”

“I feel like shit.”

“Tell Ryan. He might give you a few days off to recover.”

Alfie frowned, and Marie gestured to the bruises under his eyes. The strange looks from the staff suddenly made sense, but he didn’t feel relieved.

“The nose is fine.”

“Then why do you feel like shit?”

He doubted saying he had phone sex with a prisoner would’ve got him sympathy, so he just shrugged as an answer instead.

When Ryan reported the day’s events, Alfie tried not to react when he mentioned the new prisoner on G-wing had been assaulted. Gary Austin’s nose had been broken, the only injury on his body. Alfie knew Nate must have sent a message across to G-wing, but Ryan blamed the assault on Gary being new and rubbing the prisoners up the wrong way.

Ryan finished his droning talk by pointing at Alfie’s black eyes. “Welcome to the club. It still hurt?”

Alfie shrugged. “More numb than anything.”

Ryan clapped. “Good, be thankful it was some arsehole from G-wing and not Nate.” He strolled from the office with the rest of day shift following.

Henry nudged Alfie with his shoulder. “Hey, Alfie, he’s right. Nate would’ve headbutted you, then bit off your nose.”

“I doubt that.”

“Don’t doubt it. He did far worse.”

Alfie swallowed uncomfortably and lowered his gaze.

“Us and them,” Henry mumbled. “And Karma chooses us, sometimes via them.”

He flicked his chin out, and Alfie turned to follow his gaze. Gary was being escorted past them into G-wing. There was a nose splint on his face, and his eyes were black and puffy. He flashed a look toward the office, then cowered and hunched his shoulders.

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