Page 40 of Endangered Species
Webster nodded, heading back towards his room. He was all for getting in front of things, but that always left the possibility of the thing running them over. All of them.
Cy laid on his bunk, an old book in his hand, reading. Or trying to, anyway. Nicky was never far from his thoughts, and despite their nightly five minute phone calls, it was never enough. Nicky kept begging him for patience, telling him they’d be together soon, but there was a sudden loneliness Cy could no longer shake. Life inside had been far easier when he didn’t know what he was missing, when he’d never kissed somebody or held somebody or just had somebody who understood what it was like in there.
Nicky’s absence was drastic, a big gaping hole in his life, a missing limb still causing phantom pain. Cy had never truly missed somebody before, not as an adult, but he missed Nicky. Cy missed his laugh and his touch and the way he fussed over Cy, like he wasn’t twice Nicky’s size. He missed the way Nicky loved him, the way he wanted Cy to take care of him. Nobody had ever needed Cy but Nicky. Now, Cy needed him, too.
Nicky was right, though. Things in the prison were different now. He no longer had a work assignment. At first, he’d believed it was due to his hand injury, but when they returned him to the canine program, Cy realized Nicky really had convinced the warden to give in to his demands. Cy no longer had a cellmate despite the extra bed. He was given extra privileges, like daily showers and access to the library. There had been no talk of Thor returning or Cy receiving additional time for his assault, but his crew still stalked Cy almost daily, though none had made any moves to enact any plots of vengeance. It was as if Cy now had a protective bubble around him. Even Kemp and Rogers had disappeared.
But, despite everything, he refused to hope for freedom. He refused to believe that, after all this time, anything would just come easy for him. He also wasn’t sure he wanted freedom on the backs of hundreds of others who hadn’t been so lucky. He had to trust that Nicky had a plan to make it alright somehow, but being free of this place wasn’t something he could allow himself to dream of. Not yet.
The sound of footsteps falling outside his door and the jangling of keys rattling on a chain had him sitting up. Two guards stood at his door. He didn’t recognize either of them. “Let’s go, inmate.”
“Where we going, boss?” Cy questioned from the bottom bunk he now occupied.
“You gotta date,” the taller guard said, loosely cuffing Cy’s hands in front of him when he stood.
Cy followed them, pulse throbbing as he tried not to panic. They didn’t lead him to the admin building but out a back exit with five trailers in the back. They reminded him of the overflow classrooms from his childhood, beige siding, rickety steps, a thin door with an almost metallic white paint.
They marched him up the steps of the third trailer and removed his cuffs before opening the door and all but shoving him inside with nothing more than a barked, “Twenty-four hours.”
“What?” he asked, confused, but the guard was already gone, the lock on the outside clicking into place, caging him inside.
Cy had just enough time to turn before Nicky was jumping into his arms, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against his jaw, his throat, anywhere he could reach. “What’s happening?” Cy managed, doing his best to untangle Nicky’s limbs from around his neck while he attempted to process his new surroundings.
Nicky was like an octopus, his hands returning each time Cy untangled himself. The trailer had a twin bed, an oversized maroon couch, and a small refrigerator. Cy hadn’t even known these existed. He finally gave up trying to get Nicky to release him. He really didn’t want him to let go anyway.
Nicky’s mouth found Cy’s, explaining in-between kisses. “I demanded conjugal visits, and I don’t think we should waste it. I want you to bang me like a drum in the marching band, like a screen door in a hurricane. Fuck me until every person in a fifty mile radius knows I’m getting railed by your huge cock and the guards are too embarrassed to come in here. Fuck, I missed you so much.”
Cy chuckled at Nicky’s stream of consciousness rant, holding him still so he could kiss him deeply before pulling back to look at him. He looked so healthy. He wore dark denim jeans that hugged his ass and thighs and a blue sweater the same color as his eyes. He was clean shaven, allowing Cy to truly appreciate the planes and angles of his face. His wavy blond hair had now been tamed into an expensive cut, short on the sides but longer on top. His square black framed glasses were replaced with expensive frames more suited to his bone structure. “You’re so…” He trailed off, not sure what word was suitable for what he wanted to say.
Nicky gave him a smile. “Clean shaven? Nerdy? Hot?” The last word was said hopefully, like somehow Cy would decide this version of Nicky was somehow inferior to the one from two weeks ago.
It was laughable.
If anything, with Cy in his prison uniform and Nicky in his expensive street clothes, their differences couldn’t have been more obvious. Part of him thought maybe it was a sign—the universe telling him Nicky would always be too good for him—but then he looked at Nicky’s eyes, all but broadcasting his excitement at seeing Cy, and something loosened within him. He just pulled Nicky close, hugging him.
“I’m getting mixed signals here, babe,” Nicky said, voice muffled against Cy’s chest. “Is this a brush off?”
Cy shook his head, dropping a kiss on the top of Nicky’s hair. “Shut up and let me just hold you for a minute. I missed this.”
Nicky melted against him. “Okay.”
Cy rubbed Nicky’s back with his good hand while Nicky’s hands made the slow descent to cup Cy’s ass with both hands, making his intentions clear. Cy let him off the hook. “Okay, enough cuddling. You clearly have other ideas.”
“Oh, thank fuck. I need you inside me, like, now,” Nicky said, dragging Cy down for a filthy kiss before leading him to the small twin bed.
A bottle of lube sat conspicuously on the mattress. Cy wanted to question where it came from, but Nicky was already dragging his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, looking back over his shoulder at Cy expectantly. He almost would have laughed if his dick wasn’t already throbbing from looking at Nicky’s bare ass.
Cy dropped down to his knees behind Nicky, spreading him open, burying his face in the furrow of his ass, groaning at the scent, teasing his tongue against his hole. Nicky moaned long and low, pushing back against Cy, like he was trying to get any part of Cy in him that he could. He pulled back, biting Nicky’s cheeks hard enough to leave teeth marks, his gasping whines going straight to Cy’s cock. “Fuck, you like that, baby? Did you miss me?”
Nicky all but hurled the lube at Cy. “Yes. Fuck me. I want you inside me now.”
Cy stood, yanking Nicky back up against him, tugging his head back to bite along his neck. “You need to learn patience, Nicky,” Cy murmured against his ear in a low rumble. “I could make you wait. We have twenty-four hours together. I could easily spend at least twenty of them slowly opening you up, fucking you nice and slow, bringing you to the brink over and over but never letting you come. What do you think?”
“Please, Cy. It’s been almost two weeks. I’ve missed you so much. Just fuck me. Once you’re out, I promise I’ll work on being patient, but I just need you. Please?”
Cy kissed him, spearing his tongue in his mouth before saying, “Did you miss me or did you miss my dick?”
“Can’t I miss both? ‘Cause I missed you both. So much. Did you miss me?” Nicky asked against his lips.
