Sweetboy

by Amelita Rae

“Look at him again and I’ll take your eyes out. Touch him again and they’ll be picking pieces of you off the ceiling.”

His voice was low and raspy, “Listen kid. You’re pretty.” He paused and shook his head, “That’s stupid, that’s like calling a sunset over the ocean ‘pretty,’ that doesn’t even begin to describe you… but, while I find you attractive, and I’m not gonna deny that, and I’m not gonna deny that it has been kind of a while for me, my rather inconvenient physical reaction has nothing to do with my actual intentions towards you. Do you understand that?”

He gripped Micah’s hair harder and forced the boy to meet his gaze before speaking slowly, enunciating his words like he was talking to a confused kindergartner. “I. Am. Not. Going. To. Rape. You.”

Micah’s mortal enemy; burpees. Yea, they sounded all cute and harmless but Micah was pretty sure they were called burpees because too many of them would make anyone barf.

Micah teased Reid that it was because even his own hair was afraid to disobey him.

He even loved the way he smelled after working out, all musky and sweaty and manly. He heard that was how you knew it was love, when you liked the other person’s stank. He loved the way Reid held onto him so tightly when he slept. He would have kissed his feet if Reid asked him to. He would have kissed anything Reid wanted him to kiss and been grateful for the honor.

He screeched in anger when the reference clicked, “Did you just Hans Solo me? Did you seriously just Hans Solo me?! I am going to kick your ass when I get out of here Turner! YOU HEAR ME?! Reid!” Reid hollered back, “Don’t keep me waiting brat!” Micah bellowed after him, “BASTARD!!”

The biggest problem was that if Reid was quiet, John was silent. Talking to him was like pulling teeth. John acted like words were priceless treasures he couldn’t bear to part with. He never said something with two that he could accomplish with one.

“I’ve also come to care quite deeply for your son and wish more than anything to see him set free.” Both of his parents’ eyes widened in shock at the obvious insinuation. “Oh,” his father said dumbly. “Oh!!” his mother cried ecstatically.

Micah woke first, as usual. For a long time, he lay there smiling and holding the other man as he slept, rubbing Reid's broad back as he breathed. The enormous man had yet again rolled over on top of him and had the small boy plastered to the bed like a bug on a windshield. Micah wanted to cry for joy.

“Because it won’t end with a kiss, sweetboy. There’s nothing in heaven or hell that’ll be able to stop me once I get a taste of you.”

Well, that certainly explained the influence he had over the prison guards. It wasn't just some bought or bartered influence, Reid had been their boss, literally. He was the boss of every prison guard there, not to mention the warden and everyone else.

This was how it should be for one’s first time receiving anal sex. No fear, no pain. It was the penetrating partner’s job to make sure of that; to make sure that their partner was completely relaxed, their body open and receptive to the invasion.