Page 36 of Endangered Species
The idea of a bunch of guards hurting Cy hadn’t actually even occurred to him. In all the time he’d been there, he’d stayed out of trouble, kept his nose clean, did his job. Even after they’d tased him to get him off Thor, he really hadn’t worried about himself, only Nicky.
“Don’t worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself,” Cy promised, pressing their foreheads together.
Nicky dropped his gaze, staring pointedly at the cast. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”
“It was just an accident,” Cy lied.
“Liar,” Nicky whispered, nestling deeper into Cy’s arms.
Cy buried his face in Nicky’s wild hair, absorbing the scent of his soap and the warmth of his body. Even after twenty years, Nicky still fit perfectly in Cy’s arms, though his body’s reaction to that fact was a much different one now.
As much as Cy wanted to stand there and just hold Nicky, it really wasn’t safe. Now that it was clear to the powers that be that Cy wouldn’t be killing Nicky, they’d use any excuse to separate them, to get Nicky alone. Cy couldn’t risk that. He just couldn’t.
Cy stepped back, tugging Nicky down to sit beside him on the bottom bunk. Nicky leaned in, letting his tongue trace the shell of Cy’s ear, murmuring, “Fuck, I want you so bad right now.”
“It’ll be lights out in, like, twenty minutes,” Cy reminded him, even as Nicky’s hand groped his cock through the thin layer of fabric, eliciting a reaction fast enough to make Cy a little dizzy.
“But I want you now,” Nicky said in a needy whine.
Cy chuckled. “I want you, too, but you need to relax, or I’m going to end up back in the hole.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of what I’m hoping for,” Nicky whispered, capturing Cy’s mouth in a dirty kiss.
Cy let Nicky have his kiss, couldn’t refuse his soft, pliant lips or the slight whimper Nicky made when Cy gripped the back of his neck, taking control. Nicky instantly went lax against him when it seemed Cy might give him what he was begging for. But something about Nicky’s behavior nagged at Cy. The way he clung to him, the reckless way he pawed at him.
After a moment, Cy pulled Nicky’s hands free, trapping them in his much larger ones. “What’s happening here?”
Nicky just shrugged, face flushing. “I hate being apart from you. I know it’s crazy… I’ve spent twenty years away from you, but now, even one night seems like way too long.”
Cy swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He ran a thumb along Nicky’s cheekbone. “I didn’t like being away from you either.”
Nicky’s gaze dropped to the floor. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”
Cy’s stomach churned, even as his heart lightened at the notion of Nicky being free of this place. “That’s—” Cy struggled to find the words. “That’s amazing,” he finished lamely.
“I’m getting you out of here, too, but it's going to take some time,” Nicky said, looking up at Cy warily.
Cy felt like his heart swelled at the sentiment, but it deflated just as quickly when he realized the gravity of his situation. He was never getting out of there, not after what he did to Thor. He’d known that going in, but he didn’t want Nicky to waste the rest of his life waiting for Cy when it was a useless endeavor. “No. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be lucky if I even get out of here on my original release date. I need you to just let me go.”
Nicky’s expression grew stormy, his words a fierce declaration. “That’s never going to happen. I’m never going to let you go or forget about you or just pretend that you never existed in the first place. I’ve finally gotten you back. You have to just trust me. You’ll be walking out of here in three months or less, or I’ll burn this fucking place to the ground.”
The buzzer sounded, indicating that it was lights out. Inmates made their way to their cells, and another buzzer sounded before the iron doors swung closed, locking them away from the world. Nicky laid down on the bunk and beckoned Cy to join him. Whenever they snuggled, Nicky usually draped himself over Cy like a blanket or happily chose to be little spoon, but, this time, Cy put his head on Nicky’s chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe the sudden emptiness he felt at the idea of never doing this with him again.
Nicky’s fingers traced patterns over Cy’s skin, skimming his ears, his throat, teasing the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, content for the moment just to hold him. He wasn’t sure how long they laid there, long after midnight bed check. They didn’t speak, just held each other.
“I love you,” Nicky finally said.
Cy placed a kiss on Nicky’s chest, even though he couldn’t feel it through the thick hoodie. “I love you, too.”
“This place would have been unbearable without you. I probably wouldn’t have survived.”
“You would have survived. You did survive. I took care of Thorafterhe hurt you. Everything else you managed all on your own,” Cy reminded him, trying not to let the nagging feeling of guilt take over.
Nicky wiggled out from under Cy, who rolled onto his back to watch as Nicky peeled off the layers of his clothing before helping Cy undress, careful of his arm. They had a couple of hours until the next bed check, and Nicky seemed intent on making the most of it. Cy was fully on board with the plan.
When Cy tried to drag Nicky down to the thin mattress, he shook his head, reaching beneath the bunk for the lube, slicking up Cy’s aching cock before straddling his thighs. He usually tried to work Nicky open slowly, even when they were rough, but not tonight. He gave Cy a single rough kiss and then rose up as much as he could, lining up Cy’s erection with his hole, hissing as he breached him.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicky whined as he rose and fell, impaling himself on Cy, taking him deeper with each movement. By the time he was fully seated, a fine sheen of perspiration had broken out over his skin, but he looked satisfied, like riding Cy’s cock on a prison bunk was something he’d aspired to his whole life.
