It hurt, but Rory didn’t let on. He moaned when he hit the mat, and Jack tugged his arms and legs about. He went at it again and again, and Jack pinned him to the mat with ease.

“Hold on,” Jack said, getting to his feet. “I’m all sweaty.”

He lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it aside. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin, Rory panted when he was tossed about. Jack grew enthused by Rory’s easy surrender, and gaze down at him.

“Maybe after this … we could go back to my cell.”

Rory lifted his eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

Sebastian strolled across the mat, bent down, and hissed, “I’ll snap your cock like a twig.”

Jack jumped off Rory like he was poison and raised his hands. “I didn’t know you and him were … like that.”

“Get up, Rory, we’re going back to the wing.”

Rory lay starfish on the floor, heaving for breath. “Really?”

Sebastian grabbed his hand and yanked until he got to his feet. “Yeah, really. Game’s over.”

“What game was that?”

Sebastian gripped the back of Rory’s neck, and marched him towards the corridor.

“You teased me, now I’ve teased you.”

“That wasn’t teasing, that was letting another man throw you about and rub his body against yours.”

“And now you’re mad?”

“I’m mad, I’m horny, I’m madly horny.”

Rory laughed. “Now you know how it feels.”

As soon as they were back on the wing, Sebastian ushered him towards the stairs.

“I might go see if Ollie’s back—”

“No, we’re going back to the cell.”

Rory suppressed his smile, and when they were up the first set of stairs, he paused. “I forgot my towel.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your towel. Get up those stairs.”

Rory rushed up the steps with Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Water,” he announced.

“I’ll fill your mouth with something else.” Sebastian muttered, “now in the cell, or I’ll pick you up and throw you in there.”

“So moody, who got your balls in a twist?”

“Don’t give me ideas, Rory…”

Sebastian leaned over the railing and waved his hand at someone.

“I don’t want an audience.” Rory muttered.

“Neither do I. I’m getting Damon to keep watch, make sure we’re not interrupted.”

The second Rory stepped inside the cell, Sebastian was on him, clutching hands and nipping teeth. His grip was rough and possessive, and Rory loved being handled that way. He’d watched those same fingers clutch and stroke the chess pieces, and when they brushed his skin, the sensation was electrifying.

“Now who’s all hot and bothered,” Rory mumbled.

“Shut your mouth, before I fill it.”

Rory pouted. “What if I want you to fill it?”

“You want me to fill your ass more, right?”

“Yes.”