** WARNING!! SMALL AMOUNT OF SMUT!!!!

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"Now THAT is a Kodak moment." Chance laughs at the two nude men in the cell.

"OH, F*CK YOU! JUST WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU *SSHOLES ARE DOING!!??" Tim yells, angrily as he reaches for Adam's hand.

Adam groans as he takes Tim's hand, raising up holding his sore backside.

"That wasn't very funny." He says as he grabs the blanket and covers him and Tim up.

"I don't know, I thought it was hilarious." Avi laughs, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Screw you both." Tim growls. "And get the hell away from our cell!"

"What's all the yelling about?" Samuel says as he walks out of his cell on the other side of Tim's. He stops as he sees the clothes scattered on the floor and the two sweaty, clearly embarrassed men sitting on their cot with just a blanket over their midsection. "Well, now." He chuckles.

"Oh, hell." Tim groans. "Why don't yall just announce that we F*CKED?! ALRIGHT?!!" Tim yells.

"Calm down, Timmy Boy." Samuel laughs. "You're going to give yourself a stroke."

"Oh, I don't know. I think it's kinda kinky f*cking a married man." A high pitched voice speaks up from behind them.

Avi growls as he turns around.

"You son-of-a-b*tch." Avi growls as he lunges at Mitch but Chance grabs him around his waist holding him back.

"You're digging your own grave, Grassi. Get the hell out of here." Chance warns him.

Grassi laughs as he walks away.

"You should have let me kill his ass." Avi says with anger.

"Babe, I can't keep saving you from the 'Oven'. Please, calm down." Chance says as he pulls his lover back into his cell.

Adam looks around at Tim and sees that Grassi's words had hit him hard.

"Baby? Are you alright?" Adam asks as he brushes Tim's hair back behind his ear.

"Do you realize what I just did?" Tim says quietly. "I just made you cheat on your husband."

"No. You stop right there." Adam says firmly. "Timmy, you didn't MAKE me do anything. Do you hear me? I wanted you. I wanted you so bad."

"Oh, God." Tim groans, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Will you stop torturing yourself?" Adam says, grabbing Tim's hands. "That was eight years ago. What's done is done."

"But, Babe, you're married." Tim whispers.

"You really call this a marriage? I'm not as stupid and blind as everyone thinks I am." Adam says. "It takes more than a piece of paper to make a marriage."

"I'm sorry." Tim says softly, kissing Adam's cheek.

"What we just did was the best d*mn sex that I have ever had and that is no lie." Adam smiles. "You made me feel things that I have never experienced."

"I guess having sex is like riding a bicycle. You never forget how." Tim smirks.

"I'm curious to see if there was anything that you forgot." Adam giggles as he leans into Tim.

"Are you hurting?" Tim asks, taking Adam by the hand.

"My butt hole is one big sore." He laughs. "But worth every bit of ache."

"Maybe a nice hot shower with make it feel better." Tim says as he reaches down on the floor, gathering up their clothes.

"I know it'll make us smell better." Adam laughs, slipping on his boxers.

"Owwww! Sh*t!" Tim groans as he starts to put on his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Adam asks.

"You're going to have to trim your d*mn nails." Tim winces as the shirt rubs against the claw marks that Adam had left on his back.

"I'm sorry." Adam pouts as he gently rubs Tim on the back.

"OWWW!" Tim jumps away from his touch. "That's not helping."

"Sorry." Adam giggles.

"Just wait till next time." Tim grumbles as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"So. There will be a next time?" Adam asks with raised brows.

"Well, yeah. That was too good not to do it again." Tim smirks.

"And again. And again." Adam smiles as he kisses Tim's cheek.

"Let's go shower." Tim says as he helps Adam up. He chuckles at Adam groaning and rubbing his butt.

They stop at the supply room for clean clothes, towel and shower supplies.

Tim walks into the shower room and hangs his clothes up but hears something that catches his attention. He grabs Adam by the arm to stop him. He puts a finger to his lips to quieten Adam.

"Please don't! Don't! Stop, please!" A voice was crying.

"Shut the hell up!" Was heard followed by a slapping sound.

Tim and Adam quietly walk into the shower room and peak around the corner.

A prisoner who didn't look much older that twenty was being attacked by an older inmate. The older man was trying to rape the kid.

Apparently, the rookie had come in and was taking a shower. The older inmate was still fully dressed except for his pants being unfastened.

"Sh*t." Tim whispers and heads in their direction.

Tim grabs the man by the back of his shirt collar and jerks him off the kid, slamming him into the wall.

Adam quickly grabs a towel and tends to the hysterical rookie.

"Weren't you warned not to come in here by yourself?" Adam asks as he helped the young inmate wrap a towel around him.

"No." The prisoner says softly through his tears.

Adam and the young prisoner watch as Tim merciless beats the other inmate to the floor.

Guards had been notified by the attendants of a fight in the shower room. Two guards, well known for being Clooney's men, got to the shower room first, running in with nightsticks drawn.

One guard hit Tim hard on the back, knocking him to his knees. Tim screams out in pain and reaches for his back.

The guard grabs his arm, shoving him face first down onto the wet shower floor. Putting a knee on Tim's back, the guard grabs his other arm and starts putting handcuffs on him.

"NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??" Adam yells, jumping up and running over to try to help his lover.

"BACK OFF, B*TCH!" The other guard shouts as he pins Adam against the wall with his nightstick across his throat.

"GET YOUR F*CKING HANDS OFF HIM!!" Tim yells.

The prisoner that Tim had been fighting, jumps up and stumbles from the shower room. But before leaving, he turns and points at the young inmate.

"I'll get you." He sneers, then leaves.

"We're fixing to teach you, Foust, that you do not own this cell block." The guard growls, grabbing a hand full of Tim's hair and lifting his head up aggressively.

"They were trying to help me." The young prisoner tries to defend Tim and Adam.

"Get the hell out of here, punk." The guard growls again.

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO THEM! THEY SAVED ME FROM BEING RAPED!!" The young inmate shouted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!??" Chance shouts as he and Rob run into the shower room.

"CHANCE! GET THIS MOTHER F*CKER OFF ME!!!" A very angry Tim yells.

"SHUT UP!" The guard yells slamming Tim's head back down onto the floor.

The young inmate runs to Chance, grabbing him by the arm.

"A man was trying to rape me. They came in and stopped him but then they got attacked by these guards." The inmate says quickly.

Rob hurries over and shoves the guard away from Adam. 

Adam grabs his throat and begins to cough, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"Get off him! And that's an order!" Chance orders the guard that was holding Tim down.

"But ...." The guard argues.

"NOW! ASSHOLE!!" Chance shouts. "AND TAKE THOSE CUFFS OFF HIM!"

Tim groans out in pain as the guard starts to stand up, purposely putting his weight on his knee that was on the inmate's back.

"I got a good mind to put you guys on report." Chance warns as he reaches down to help Tim up. "Now, get these cuffs off and get out of my sight."

The guard removes the handcuffs and quickly leaves before Tim is able to get up.

"Baby, are you alright?" Adam asks, rushing over to Tim.

Tim is leaning over holding his back but nods.

"Yeah. Are you?" Tim asks as he tries to straighten up. Grimacing in pain.

"I'm fine." Adam answers, rubbing Tim on the back of the head.

"Maybe you both need to go see Olusola." Rob suggests.

"No. I'm fine." Tim answers sharply.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you guys." The rookie says.

"Who are you and just how old are you?" Tim asks, looking around at the new inmate.

"My name is Hunter Hayes and I'm 25." Hunter smiles as he finally reaches for his clothes.

"Twenty-five? Seriously?" Adam asks. "You look like you should be in Reform School, not prison."

"Chance, you can't let this kid be in a cell by himself." Tim says, shaking his head. "He's young, nice looking. He's fresh meat."

"What do you suggest?" Chance asks.

After thinking for a minute, a smile comes across Tim's face.

"I got it. Put him in with Samuel." Tim smiles. "He'll be safe there. Samuel is happily married with a dozen kids."

"A dozen?" Adam laughs.

"He's exaggerating." Chance laughs, rolling his eyes. "Samuel has six kids."

"But what if Samuel doesn't want a cellmate?" Rob asks.

"Did you give me a choice?" Tim asks with a smile.

Adam giggles as he remembers back on the day that Tim pitched a fit about a cellmate.

"Are you complaining?" Chance asks with raised brows.

"No." Tim answers quietly with a smile.

"Okay, then." Chance chuckles. "Alright, Hayes, guess we'll be moving you to a different cell."

"Thank you again for coming to my rescue." Hunter says.

"No problem." Tim answers, looking down as his soaked clothes.

Chance leads Hunter to his new cell as Rob goes to fill out the paperwork.

"Guess we can take our shower now. I need one even more now." Tim chuckles as he unbuttons his wet shirt.

Tim hisses in pain as the water hits the scratches on his back.

"Son of a..." He groans as he quickly moves away from the spray of the water. Accidentally bumping into someone. "Sorry."

"You can rub your wet body on me anytime." Mitch giggles as he manages to get a feel of Tim's privates.

"You pencil prick asshole." Adam growls as he grabs Mitch and jerks him away from Tim, slamming him against the shower wall. "If you ever and I do mean EVER even think about touching him again, I will slit your f*cking throat. DO YOU HEAR ME!" Adam shouts, his voice ringing throughout the shower room.

"Get your filthy hands off me, Rupp." Mitch says through gritted teeth. "I can make your life a living hell in here."

"I tried warning you, Grassi." Tim says calmly from behind Adam.

"Your days are numbered, Mitchell." Adam says with a smirk on his face as he backs up against his lover. His naked butt brushing against Tim's prick.

Tim slips his arm around Adam's waist and nibbles on his neck. Adam smiles as he reaches up laying his hand on Tim's head.

"Eat your heart out, b*tch." Adam laughs at Mitch as Tim's hand slides down and palms Adam. Adam jumps when he feel Tim's finger on his other hand playing around his entrance. He was still extremely sore from the raw sex they had had. "Now, if you'll excuse us." He tells Mitch, who was frozen in his tracks as he watches.

Adam turns around in Tim's arms. His brown eyes dark with lust.

"I'm still really sore, Baby." Adam whispers.

Tim groans and lays his head against Adam's.

"But I didn't say I wouldn't pleasure you." Adam smiles. Adam grabs a hand full of Tim's hair and pulls his head down so his face would be nestled in Adam's neck. 

Adam reaches between them and grabs onto Tim's throbbing erection. He roughly begins to pump Tim's member.

"Owww." Tim groans out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Wrapping both arms around Adam, pulling him closer.

"You like that, huh?" Adam asks breathlessly into Tim's ear.

Tim whimpers softly and nods his head.

"Suck me, Baby." Tim moans.

"My pleasure." Adam whispers as he slowly gets on his knees in front of Tim. He quickly takes Tim's length into his mouth. 

"Ahhhh." Tim groans loudly, throwing his head back. He wraps his fingers into Adam's hair as Adam takes his entire length into his mouth.

The pain in Tim's back was excruciating but what Adam was doing at the time, wiped the pain from Tim's mind.

A few prisoners had come in to shower. It wasn't that unusual to see inmates having sex in the shower room. What was unusual was to see Foust openly having sex in the shower.

Mitch had left, vowing under his breath that he wasn't giving up. What he had just witnessed only made him want the brown-eyed man even more.

It didn't take long until Adam had pushed Tim to the edge. Tim grunts loudly as he releases into Adam's mouth. The blond swallowing every bit of the creamy substance.

The whoops and hollers from the showering inmates brought the couple to their senses. They realized what they had just performed in front of several inmates.

Adam giggles shyly as he wipes his mouth. Tim reaches down and helps him to his feet. Tim's face was fifty shades of red.

"Well, I guess if they didn't know, they know now." Tim says quietly just so Adam could hear.

"Know what?" Adam giggles. "That I'm officially your b*tch?"

"No, that we're lovers." Tim smiles.

They finish their showers in a comfortable silence, both with smiles on their faces.

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"YOU CAN'T DO THAT, CHANCE!" Clooney yells, slamming his fist on his desk.

"I can and I did." Chance says calmly.

"You can't just move the guards around like checkers." Clooney says through gritted teeth.

"I can do anything I d*mn well please." Chance smiles. "I'm in charge of the guards. I put them where I think is best. I don't need two hot head guards like Daniel Day Lewis and Danny Trejo, being bullies to a bunch of murderers. That will cause a riot quicker than anything. The inmates will eventually start fighting back. If they want to bully the inmates then let them bully the rapist and child molesters in Cell Block A. That's all I've got to say about that. Good day, Warden." Chance says before walking out of the office and slamming the door.

Clooney huffs and turns his chair around to observe the cell block below him. He snarls as he sees Foust and Rupp heading toward their cell with their arms around each others' waist.

"I've had it with you, Mr. Chance. You and Mr. Foust will pay for going up against me. And I will win." Clooney says with an evil smirk on his face.

*~*  SANDRA  *~*

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