Adam walks faster, quickly snatching Tim's notebook from the man. "What the hell are you doing here snooping into his things?" He says, angrily gritting his teeth. 

The warden, however, was unfazed, still smiling flirtatiously at the angry blonde. "Simple Algebra, huh? He would be learning more if he actually studies instead of doodling your name in his notebook." He laughs mockingly. 

Adam was disgusted by the man and his strange revelation. He turned away momentarily to keep from laughing. "Seriously?" 

"Yes, dear. In fancy fonts with little hearts around it. He's actually quite an artist" Clooney laughs. 

"Your position does not entitle you to meddle with his personal things! Get out!" Adam shouts. Clooney shook his head, moving closer until Adam's back hit the cold concrete wall. 

"I'm worried about you. Come with me, Adam. I'll take you to a safer place." He whispers. Adam flinched as Clooney braced himself between the cell and the door, trapping Adam with his arms. 

"But I'm in a safe place with Tim. He protects me, and fills all my needs, IF you know what I mean." Adam shoots back. Clooney licked his lips, touching Adam's hair. "I can do you so much better. You'll have to see to believe." 

"Hey, Clowney, You remember what happened the last time someone went snooping in Tim's cell, right?" Avi says as he enters his own cell. 

Clooney's face drained of all color as he stared back at Adam's blue eyes. 

"I'm sure my Timmy wouldn't want you snooping through his things, and hitting on his boyfriend." Adam adds.

The older man sighed in defeat. He stepped back, holding his hands up in the air. "Look, I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to help you. If you don't want me to that's okay. I'll find someone else." He says quickly, before leaving as fast as he could. 

Adam rolls his eyes and crashed on Tim's bed. He picks up the notebook and stares at it curiously. 

"Well, is it true?" Avi chuckles from his cell. Adam smiles and shakes his head. "Come on, I won't tell." The bearded man adds. 

Adam carefully opened the notebook. Clooney was right. Tim really doodled his name with little hearts. But that's not all. Flipping the page, on the other side, he saw the most beautiful sketch he has ever seen. It's Adam, on the first time that they met. It's impressive how Tim drew Adam's smiling face using a pen. The details were perfect, from Adam's bright eyes to his shiny long hair. A big smile spread on his lips. He felt something inside him that he never felt before. Is it happiness because he too, might have feelings for Tim, or is it just flattery because his husband never showed him that kind of appreciation? "It is." He says quietly as his cheeks blushed. Avi laughed loudly from the doorway. 

He turned his eyes to him. "Avi, can I ask you something?" "Yeah?" "Uh, when you were talking about Tim, you mentioned something happened the last time? What were you talking about?" Adam asked hesitantly. 

"There was a mean jock with an ego bigger than his dick who thought he can control everyone. It seemed to me that he wanted to make Tim his bitch, but Foust refused. One time this guy snuck inside Tim's cell and stole his mother's picture to make fun of him. Tim was so angry. He beat the guy to death, really. The damage was so severe the guy died of internal bleeding. Tim got his mom's picture back, though. And no other prisoners have bothered him since then." Avi mumbled something else before heading back to his cell. Adam was just too tired to catch it. 

Adam lays back on Tim's bed, hugging Tim's pillow to his chest. Adam kissed the pillow before finally dozing off with a smile. He loves the butterflies in his stomach, the kind that he never had with his husband. Tim is something special, Adam knows that he is falling for him, and vice versa. He may not know it yet because it's all happening in such a short time, but he could already feel it with every kiss, and every touch, and the look into his eyes, beautiful brown eyes. 

Adam woke up the next morning really early. He hurriedly brushed his teeth and showered, putting on a fresh change of clothes. He giggled to himself when he realized that he's acting as if he is preparing for a date. 

"Good morning." He heard Chance's deep voice greet him. He looked over Avi's cell to see the man sleeping soundly. 

"Good morning, Casanova." He smirks. Chance rolled his eyes at him. 

"I see you woke up early." He raises his eyebrow. Adam quickly thought of a good comeback. 

"I slept like a baby because there were no weird noises last night." He shot back. 

The guard blushed a bit, shaking his head. "Why are you up and dressed so early anyway?" Chance asked, trying to change the subject. 

"I promised Tim that I will visit him in the infirmary as early as I can." Adam smiles. They both look around as they heard footsteps approaching. It was a freshly showered Tim, escorted by Dr. Olusola and Rob. Adam's smiles grew even wider. 

"Well, looks like you don't have to." Chance winks as he walks away. 

"Tim!" Adam yells as he ran to meet the man. Tim jogged faster too until they met halfway, embracing each other. "I'm so happy to see that you're okay now." Adam whispers in Tim's ear. "Yeah, but he isn't." Tim chuckles, referring to the warden that's watching them with a sour look. Adam looked up with an evil smile on his face. He cupped Tim's face in his hands and crashed their lips together. Tim hummed approvingly, wrapping his arms around the blonde. 

One by one, the prisoners stood from their bed, moving closer to the steel bars to watch Tim and Adam make out. The kiss didn't take long to get passionate. Adam grabbed a fistful of Tim's hair with a moan as Tim pushed his tongue inside his mouth. The prisoners clapped and whistled at the couple as if they were watching a live porn movie. 

Adam bit Tim's lips as he pulled away from the kiss. Both tried to catch their breaths. "Wow." Tim whispers. "I missed you." Adam pouts. 

"Alright, lovebirds. You proceed inside your cell." Dr. Olusola says with a slight blush. 

Tim nodded, taking Adam by the hand but not before laughing and flipping the bird to Clooney. "You won't believe what happened here last night. Clooney was here." Adam started as they reached their cell. "Really? What did he do?" Tim pulled Adam to his lap. "He was going through your things. He also wanted me to move to a single cell but I refused. Me and Avi sort of threatened him." Anger boiled inside the brown eyed man. 

"CHANCE!" He roared, his angry voice resonating through the corridor. He pushed Adam carefully off of his lap. "Yeah? What do you need?" The guard with swollen lips asked through heavy breathing. "I want to speak to the warden. Now!!" Adam wrapped his arms around Tim from behind. "But you just got here. I missed you." Adam pouts. Tim turns around in Adam's arms and kisses him passionately. "I know. I won't take long." He whispers. Tim saw the disappointment in Adam's eyes. "Aww, come on. I'll be gone for ten minutes, okay?" Adam nodded weakly. 

"What do you want to see him for?" Chance asks as they walked to his office. "Just gotta teach the f*cker a lesson he'll never forget." Tim smirks. When they reached the office, the first thing that they noticed were the drawn curtains on the windows. Chance puts shackles on Tim before going into the office. 

Clooney had his swivel chair turned away from the door, and gagging and gurgling sounds could be heard. 

"Morning, Clowney." Tim says loudly. The warden jumped from his seat, and so did the man, or boy kneeling in front of him. 

"Oh, hi, Mister. You must be the famous Tim Foust around here." The too skinny man with a high pitched voice says. His name says GRASSI01B, indicating that his cell is the closest to the warden's office. 

"You know, I'd really like to give you something, Grassi. " Tim smirks. 

"Really? What? Please call me Mitch." He says flirtatiously. 

"A fracture. Get the hell out of my face." Tim growls. Mitch reached out for Tim's hand but Clooney caught him. 

"Get out, Mitchell!" He yells. The man scampered away. "Don't you know how to knock, you uneducated bastard!" 

"Don't you know how to lock your door when one of your bitches is around? I just came here to warn you. Stop messing with Adam. I mean it." Tim says in a low voice. 

"Really? What if I don't?" He raised his eyebrows. 

Tim charged forward, restricted by his shackles. "Or else I'll phone home and tell Amal Clooney that you won't be around when your baby arrives because you'd be too busy fucking men behind her back. Don't try me, Clooney. I can do that." Tim growls every single word, glaring into the warden's terrified eyes. 

* Yann Trinaydor *

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