Page 29 of Endangered Species
Nicky smiled, his lip splitting where he’d been hit. “Fuck, I want to come inside you. Can I? Can I fill you up?”
Cy wasn’t sure whether it was Nicky’s words or the desperate way he said them, but Cy’s orgasm hit him without warning, shooting his cum across his abs and chest. “Yeah, do it,” he managed. “I want it.”
Nicky’s thrusts grew erratic, his hips falling off rhythm as he emptied himself inside Cy, his whole body shivering as he ground himself against Cy like he didn’t want to waste even a drop when it could be inside him.
Nicky collapsed on top of him, his softening cock slipping free. Cy clenched, wanting to keep Nicky’s seed inside of him for just a bit longer. Nicky didn’t seem interested in cleaning up. He clung to Cy like somebody might break in and drag them apart at any minute. Bed check wasn’t for another half hour, so they had time, even if Cy’s cum was drying between them.
“You okay?” he asked finally.
Nicky folded his hands, resting his chin on them to look up at Cy. “I should be asking you that.”
Cy pushed the sweaty tangle of Nicky’s hair from his face. “I didn’t just get jumped by three guys and then decide to have a sex marathon. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Too late,” he said with a sad smile.
“You know what I mean. You should have gone to the infirmary.”
Nicky shook his head. “For what? Some ibuprofen and a nice shot of potassium into my vein so they can claim the pressure of incarceration gave me a heart attack? So they can pay some coroner to say I had an undiagnosed heart condition? No thanks. If I’m not vomiting blood, I’m fine.”
Cy shook his head. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”
“And bossy. Don’t forget bossy,” Nicky mumbled sleepily against Cy’s chest.
Cy didn’t say anything more. He didn’t want to risk it. Nicky’s day was hard enough. He played with his hair until his breath evened out and then gently deposited him on the bed, not fixing his clothes, covering him with the scratchy brown blanket before cleaning himself up and putting his own clothes back on and climbing into his own bed. He needed some sleep. He had a date with Thor tomorrow.
* * *
Cy spent the first half of the morning doing his job, sliding sheet after sheet through the heavy steel rollers as he watched Thor shove laundry into industrial sized washing machines and pouring detergent into the bays at the top. There were six guards in the facility, one at each bay and two that circled. It wasn’t hard to clock their rotations.
About twenty minutes before lunch, Cy watched the guard round the corner out of view. He grabbed a full bin of sheets and began to move towards the bay where the washers and dryers sat. Nobody paid him any attention. Cy was forced to roll the bins back and forth several times a day. When he approached the bay where Thor was stuffing sheets into the large dryers, he broke from the cart, snatching the liquid detergent from the metal table in the center.
Thor saw him too late. Cy smashed the door of the dryer onto his head, dazing him. He kicked the back of his knee, going down behind him, gripping his jaw and forcing it open, forcing the bottle of detergent to his lips and watching as the bright purple liquid poured into the man’s mouth. He choked and gagged, detergent spewing everywhere, but Thor had no choice but to swallow or choke on it.
“How’s it feel?” Cy growled at him. “How’s it feel to be helpless?” Thor flailed, but he was trapped, their position giving him no traction to help himself. “Did you think I’d really let you touch what was mine without consequence?”
Thor’s helpless gurgling noises caught the interest of other inmates, but nobody sprang into action to help him. In fact, most people didn’t even stop what they were doing. People knew to mind their fucking business in there. There was a good chance this detergent would kill Thor, but Cy didn’t care. If he had to do another twenty years in that place to make sure Nicky was safe then that’s what he’d do.
“Hey!” a guard cried from somewhere in the facility, but Cy didn’t stop. He tossed the bottle of detergent and forced Thor’s head into the metal interior of the dryer, pressing it down until he started to scream. Industrial dryers were much hotter than the average household appliance. He put Thor’s hand in there, too, his screams doing little to appease the now burning rage that had lit within him the moment he’d seen Nicky’s bruises.
It took four guards to drag him off Thor, who fell to the ground clutching his hand. There were blisters forming on his palm and across half of his face, and detergent coated his lips, neck, and clothing as he rolled over, vomiting and wheezing. Cy didn’t go quietly; he tried to break free. He kicked and fought, screaming at Thor, “You touch him again and I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll rip your insides out and feed them to you, you racist fuck!”
“Settle down, inmate. You’re about to get lit up,” Rollins, a burly female guard, warned.
Thor’s eyes rolled back, and white foam began to pour from his mouth. Cy did calm down after that. Maybe he’d killed him. If he was dead, Nicky was safe. That was all that mattered.
Rogers’ snickered beside Cy. “You fucked up now, inmate. You just earned a few days in the hole. The warden’s not going to like this at all. Hope somebody remembers to take care of poor Rosie. Don’t worry about your boy, though. I know lots of people who are waiting to talk to him.”
“If you fucking touch him, I’ll kill you, too!” Cy shouted.
“Let him go,” Rogers yelled.
The moment Cy hit the ground, everything went white, his body jolting as they hit him with their stun baton. By the time he woke up, he was in the SHU. He was still weak from being electrocuted, but what he’d done came back to him in a rush. He wasn’t sorry he’d done it, but he was sorry he was now stuck in there where he could no longer watch out for Nicky.
He punched the stone wall, letting the shockwaves of pain course over him, making his brain more alert. There was no bed, just a plastic mat, a sleeping bag, and a toilet in the corner. “Fuck!” he shouted, his word echoing around the empty room. “Fuck,” he said again, quieter.
He dropped down onto the mat and brought his knees to his chest, digging his palms into his eye sockets.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, somehow hoping Nicky would know that he had only done this to protect him…because he loved him, too.
