Adam did walk away, but not before looking over his shoulder to watch Tim "take care" of his problem. He smirked, turning away immediately as he felt himself react to what he saw. He walked back to their cell with a smile on his face, passing a few inmates heading to the shower. He shook his head a few times to get the image of Tim pumping himself out of his mind, but failed miserably. Adam was never fond of watching people in action but for some obvious reasons, Tim turned him on so much that he power-walked to their cell, eager to relieve himself too.

 ~~ 

"Hey, Avi." Chance whispers as he entered Avi's cell. The bearded man is asleep, hugging his pillow as he snored softly like a baby. Chance sat on the foot of his bed and gently shook him. "Hey, Honeybunch." Chance giggled. Avi stirred, scrunching his nose before finally opening his eyes. "Wanna see something cool?" Chance grins. 

Avi rolled back over and hugged his pillow tighter. "No, thanks." Chance chuckled. If he didn't know Avi better, he'd be offended, but this is the sly, crazy-ish man he fell in love with, the love of his life that he didn't need to hide anymore. 

"It's something big." Chance teased. Avi rolled over to face him, and in a serious voice says, "I've seen your dick a million times. " Chance laughed loudly at this. "Aww, please? I just wanna show you something real quick." 

Avi rolled his eyes as he finally obliged, just as Tim got back inside his cell. Chance led his boyfriend outside, bringing him right in the middle of the cellblock. "What's happening?" Avi whispers nervously. Chance took both Avi's hands in his and moved closer to kiss the shorter man passionately. 

Avi's eyes widened. He pulled away from the kiss and looked around at the shocked onlookers, thinking that they were in trouble. As if Chance read his mind, he put a finger on Avi's lips to hush him. "I just wanted to show everyone that I, Adam Chance, am madly in love with you, Avriel Kaplan. I love you more than words can say and I'm not going to hide it anymore. It's only been months but I've never felt something so strong for anyone else. You're not perfect, but I love you nonetheless." 

Everyone chuckled at this, including Avi, who wiped a stray tear from his cheek. Chance continued. "You're crazy, but I want, no, I love crazy. And I love you." He leaned in again for another kiss, this time more passionate and loving. Both were breathing heavily when they broke the kiss. 

Tim and Adam quickly left their cell to congratulate the couple. "Finally!" Tim exclaimed, patting Chance's shoulder. "That was so romantic!" Adam gushed as he hugged Avi. 

"Thanks, but what about you guys?" Avi grins, directing his question to Adam. 

"What about what?" The blond smiles. 

"When are you gonna give up on that skinny kid and tell Timmy you love him?" The happiness they had in their eyes were replaced with a sudden sorrow. Adam looked around nervously. Three pairs of eyes bore on him, waiting for his brave declaration, whatever it is. He turned around to face a very expectant Tim, sincerely staring into his eyes. "But I'm married." Adam says, almost a whisper. 

Tears filled Tim's eyes, then anger started to build in. His eyes burned a shade darker, his breathing became rapid, as he pushed Adam away from him, just enough to make the man stumble a few steps backward. 

"To hell with you. Go ask your husband to cuddle with you then. That is if you can push Chris out of his bed." Tim says, his voice cracking just a bit. 

Adam took a step forward and grabbed Tim's hands, ignoring the comment about his brother and his husband. "But you didn't let me finish, smart ass." He chuckled then continued. "I am not in love with you yet. But I know this. I'm falling for you, hard, and it's happening fast, way faster than I want it to. Timothy, I'm very much attracted to you. I do, I want you. I desire you but please, please. Wait for me. I'll be on it soon." Adam whispers the last sentence. 

Tim, still skeptical, raised his eyebrows. "Really?" "Yes! Yes, I'll prove it if you'll let me." Adam answers quickly. He wrapped his arms around Tim's neck and grabbed him into a bone crushing hug. "I believe you. And I will wait." Tim smiles although he's still weighing in if he could hang on Adam's words or if he wouldn't just try to get Tim in bed then go back to Austin afterward. Still, he hugged Adam tightly. It's only a matter of time before it happens. He just gotta keep the faith. 

"Okay. I hate to rain on y'all's parade but Chance's got to fix our bunk beds first, right, Adam?" Tim says as he wraps his arms around the blue eyed man. 

Chance winked at his boyfriend. "I filed a report on the warden's office today. I'll check it shortly. In the meantime, you can go do kissy-kissy cheesy stuff or something." The guard smiles, leading Avi back to his cell. 

Tim rolled his eyes, his arms still around Adam. They walked back to their cell. "That was so beautiful." Adam says to start another conversation. They had laid down on Tim's bed. "Yeah, yeah. They're perfect. They're really in love." Tim's says as he mindlessly stroked Adam's hair. 

Adam slowly leaned into Tim's arms, focusing on the other man's reaction. Adam smiled as Tim pulled him closer instead of pushing him away. "Soon." Tim mumbled softly. "What was that?" Adam asks. Tim only shook his. 

They enjoyed the moment of comfortable silence, just the two of them drowning out the noises outside their cell and listening to each other's even breaths. "You're serious about that?" Tim asks, looking around awkwardly and hoping that Adam isn't just trying to save face. "Yeah." Adam answers. He brought Tim's hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. 

"Foust and Rupp?" Chance calls. "Come on in." Tim says lazily. "I hope I didn't interrupt something." The guard smirks. "I wish." Adam says, looking at Tim longingly. "Okay. Apparently, the Governor allotted funds for food, medicine and miscellaneous things like toiletries and other necessities. However, the request for a replacement bunk was denied because such case is quite unheard of and the instances surrounding the said case is...questionable. I'm sorry. I guess you'll have to share the bed for the rest of your stay." Chance says, barely able to fight back his laughter. He cleared his throat. "There's nothing we can do about it." He adds. 

Tim and Adam looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders. "That's okay. Thank you so much." Tim smiles, although somewhat worried. On the other hand, Adam looked very satisfied, he wore the kind of smile that you see on people who just won the lottery. 

"I guess I'll go ahead. I wouldn't want my boyfriend to wait for too long." Chance smirks as he walked away. But his phone suddenly rang. He read the caller ID. "Uh, Adam? A word with you please?" Chance says with an urgent nod. Adam followed the guard quickly, their way leading to the open field. "It's Dena. Be quick." Chance handed Adam the phone. 

          "Hello? Adam?" 

          "Yes, good day, Mrs. Foust. Is there something I can help you with?" 

          "Uh, about me visiting Tim..." 

          Adam's breath hitched, thinking that Dena might cancel it. "You-You're not canceling are you? Tim really needs-?" 

          The woman laughed on the other line. "Oh, you silly child. Of course not. I just wanted to   ask for your advice." 

          "About what?" 

          "Well, maybe you can help me choose what I should bring for my son when I visit?" 

          "Oh! I know. Timmy is a great artist. But he only gets to draw with ink pens, and he once complained that drawing with them is hard because he can't get the lines quite even. He's a great poet too, and his book is almost full. Maybe you can bring him new notebooks and art supplies like sketching pads and color pencils. That will be awesome." 

          Mrs. Foust was grinning the whole time. She could feel Adam's enthusiasm radiating from the other line. " Okay. But what about you?" 

         "Me?" 

         "What can I do to repay this, all your efforts for me and my son?" 

         "I just want to see him truly happy for once since I've known him." 

          "I took note of everything. See you on Saturday!" 

          "I can't wait!"  

Adam hung up after that. He and the guard shared glances then high-fived each other with triumphant smiles. 

~~

Tim hummed to himself, smiling softly as he drew on his book. 

"Foust?" Clooney says, shaking the steel bars to get his attention. 

"Yeah?" Tim answers, not even bothering to look up. 

"Can you please politely come over here?" The warden says, his voice obviously shows that he's in a hurry. 

Tim rolled his rues and walked towards Clooney, sticking his pen in his waistband just in case. "What?" 

"It's not like I wanted to come here, but the Governor wanted me to give you this. No, I didn't read it. He told me not to." He handed him a note. 

Tim opened it immediately. "Timothy, You did a great job on that algebra test. Congratulations! Also, please keep an eye out for Chance. I know about him and that Kaplan kid already. He's like a son to me, please make sure that he doesn't get hurt. Governor Ian McKellen" Tim closed the piece of paper and chuckled, smirking. 

"Well, what did he say?" Clooney asks curiously. 

"That you're a big asshole who f*cks anyone and everyone as long as it's a human being." Tim laughs. 

"Don't start no shit, Foust. Wait, I don't see your boyfriend. Where is he?" Clooney crooked his head to look inside the cell. 

Tim furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Boyfriend?" He asks, his heart beating out of his chest. Did he...? 

"Oh did you break up with Adam already?" Clooney smirks with a somewhat hopeful look. 

"No! I mean, it was supposed to be a secret." Tim growls.

"But he himself told me." Clooney says as he walked away. 

Tim grinned from ear to ear. Adam said that? That they're boyfriends? He picked up his book again and whipped out his pen. He drew with a newfound energy. 

Adam walked back to their cell with a huge smile on his face. Tim is focused on his book, by the movement of his hand, Adam could tell that he's drawing. "Hey. What are you drawing?" He says to his startled cellmate. Tim held his book tightly to his chest. "N-nothing." He says, averting his gaze. 

Adam just wouldn't quit. He snatched the book from his cellmate. His eyes were met with his nude self, in the form of ink. Adam felt a mixture of embarrassment and amazement, with a hint of arousal. There, on Tim's drawing, his body is twisted, half facing and half turning away, like when a person leaves but suddenly turns around again. Tim drew every single detail with precision. Adam's hair hung loosely over his shoulders, his full lips curved in a seductive smile. Tim obviously focused on two special details: his butt and his member. Tim drew his butt with two smooth and pert globes protruding from his body. He smiled deviously as he took note of how Tim sketched his prick. It is standing in full attention, jutting on his stomach with, if he's not mistaken, what looks like precum on its tip. Adam met his cell mate's gaze. Tim gave him an "I'm screwed" look. 

"Did you draw this?" Adam smiles. "Y-yeah, obviously." Tim laughed nervously. Adam walked towards and trailed his fingers up on Tim's chest. "And you say you don't wanna bang me." He teased. 

Tim lets go of a shaky breath. "I never said I didn't want to f*ck you. It's just that, your body is a work of art, I admit that. I would love to have that body more than anything else, but like you said. 'You're married.'" Tim says, doing the quoting motion with his fingers. 

Adam pouts and leaned his head on Tim's chest. "You're killing me." "Why do you think I drew your privates with blue ink?" Tim laughs. "So, I guess we can cuddle now?" Adam says. He is already walking towards the bed. Tim followed him soon after. 

Tim laid down beside him and pulled Adam in his arms, his back against Tim's front. Tim left a couple of soft kisses along Adam's neck and embraced him tighter. Clooney's words still resounded in his head. He rested his head against Adam's. 

The blue-eyed man had other plans. Adam pushed his back closer to Tim's crotch area. The action elicited a groan from Tim. When Adam felt Tim's erection growing, he started to make slow circular movements with his hips. 

"Hey, hot bod. You know, you're rubbing your butt on my dick." Tim whispers.  

"Of course, I know." Adam replies as seductive as possible. He pressed his butt harder against Tim, his hips grinding in a speedy rhythm. Before they knew it, Tim had started moving too. And Adam turned his head back to kiss Tim. Tim used one arm to pull Adam closer, and the other to grabbed a fistful of his hair. 

Lust had overtaken everything as both men fell deeper into the drowning passion they had for each other. 

* Yann Trinaydor *

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