“Look, it’s not banned, I bought it downstairs in the shop.”

The guard huffed, then tossed the tub back into the mess of their cell.

“Come on, there’s nothing in there.”

The other guards trudged out, and Sebastian beamed a manic smile at them.

“Assholes,” he growled.

He still had his arm around Rory, and when he pulled it away, he dragged his hand along the back of his t-shirt. “Someone’s been working hard.”

“I was in the gym with Captain.”

“Yeah, sorry I sent Damon down to interrupt, but I thought you’d wanna know about the guards.”

Sebastian stepped into the cell and whistled at the mess. “Utter assholes. Looks like a bomb’s gone off, doesn’t it?”

Rory froze, and stared wide-eyed at Sebastian’s back.

He picked Rory’s mattress off the floor and threw it on the top bunk. “But it’s not gonna sort itself out.”

Rory started sorting through the clothes. He folded each item and placed it in the cabinet. He couldn’t look at Sebastian, and each time their bodies bumped, or brushed, he shivered.

Sebastian’s hands lingered on Rory as he seemingly steadied him while he squeezed past. At one point he came up behind Rory and pressed his crotch to Rory’s ass as he put the pillow back on the top bunk. Pleasant chills ran the length of Rory’s body. He scrunched his toes, and flexed his hands to stop blood flowing to his cock.

They’d been sharing a cell for eight weeks, but they rarely stood up at the same time. Rory usually waited on the bed until Sebastian was done.

Sebastian placed his palm to Rory’s chest and stopped him reaching for any more clothes. He thought he’d been found out, thought Sebastian could smell his arousal.

“Your heart’s going crazy.”

“I was doing weights.”

Sebastian frowned, then pressed the back of his hand to Rory’s brow. “And you’re burning up. Captain better not be working you too hard, you’re still not 100% after…”

“After?”

Sebastian slipped his hand under the bottom of Rory’s t-shirt, and he gasped. He closed his eyes when he felt Sebastian’s thumb tracing his scar, no longer hidden under a bandage, but pink, and slightly tender.

Sebastian took his hand away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” Rory breathed.

“You smell like sweat.”

Rory looked down at himself. “Sorry, I’ll go shower.”

“I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.”

He grabbed his towel and rushed out of the cell.

****

Rory rested his head against the tiles and let the shower spray down his back. He rubbed his thumb along his scar with the same ghosting pressure Sebastian had used. Sebastian was a monster. He’d murdered and done other horrendous things. Things he’d gotten away with.

“Hey?”