latertech | Lockup My Heart Chapter 5/8

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Title: Lockup My Heart
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“Okay, Taylor. You know the drill. Fifteen minutes.”

Justin nodded at the guard who’d seen him to the visitor’s area, already craning his neck in search of his mom on the other side of the glass partition.

“Hi, honey,” Jennifer said flatly when he sat down, Justin easily reading the sadness in her tone.

“It’s good to see you, Mom,” he tried to lift her spirits. “How’s Molly? I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I actually miss her.” Grinning when she reminded him - in lengthy detail - of all the times he’d wanted to strangle his little sister, Justin was happy he’d diverted his mom’s melancholy mood, finally seizing an opportunity to steer the small talk into something more serious. “I’m glad you came,” he started. “I need to talk to you.”

“I know what happened. Daphne told me.”

Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at the ticking clock on the adjacent wall. “Oh, that? Don’t worry. I’m all healed up now. I don’t have much time, but I wanted to-”

“You do look good, and that makes me feel better. I just wish you could come home.”

“Mom, I’ve gotta tell you something,” Justin persisted. “I met someone in here. I don’t know how I’d survive the time I have to do without him. He makes it bearable.”

Jennifer’s eyes widened in surprise, her mind settling itself in the most logical place. “Your cellmate?”

“Eric? He’s a nice guy. Well, if you overlook his habit of passing bad checks. Did you know that bouncing rubber checks is punishable by law?” Justin laughed. He’d been astonished to learn the sheer number of fraudulent financial dealings his cellmate had transacted back when they’d confessed their crimes to each other, the paper trail finally catching up with Eric and leading to his arrest. “But . . . no, it’s not him,” Justin told his mom, looking over his shoulder. Leaning close to the glass, he lowered his voice. “The guy I met isn’t an inmate. He’s . . .”

“Who?” Jennifer asked, her face scrunching into one huge question mark.

“Well, the thing is-”

“That’s it, Taylor. Time’s up.” His glorified babysitter stepped out of the corner and approached him from behind, Justin way beyond aggravated.

“God! I’d like to see him try to tell his mother something important in fifteen minutes!” he popped off, his chair screeching out from under him when he stood.

Rising at the same time, Jennifer was more puzzled than ever.

Justin spoke rapidly through the hole in the glass before he was led away. “Ask Daphne, Mom. She can explain it!”

Seething inside, his gaze shot sullenly downward on the escorted walk back to his cell. About halfway through the long corridor, though, he heard footsteps nearing them from the opposite direction, his anger dissipating rapidly as he raised his eyes.

Poker face expertly in place, another guard was careful not to break form, especially when his shoulder brusquely bumped Justin’s as he passed. “Excuse me,” he uttered innocently, continuing on his path.

His body alive with sensation, Justin turned to get a good glimpse of Brian’s backside.

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“Doug.”

“Brian . . . glad we’re finally on a first name basis,” Doug laughed, finishing up his sandwich in the employee’s cafeteria.

Setting his tray down on the table, Brian fell into the chair next to him. “Well, we’re practically family now, aren’t we? I mean, with you fucking Emmett and all,” he cracked, twisting the cap off his bottled water. “Emmylou’s a trip, isn’t he?”

“I’ve never met anyone quite like him,” Doug jumped right in, eager to talk about his new guy. “And I’ve been meaning to thank you for taking me to Babylon . . . not that we stayed very long. Emmett swept me out of there so fast I didn’t know what hit me!” Pausing for a second, he took a deep breath. “I’m sure you knew I was nervous. It’d been so long since I . . . uhm . . . but Emmett was-”

“Doug?”

“Yeah?”

“TMI, okay? The last thing I wanna think of is you and Emmett between the sheets.” Taking a bite of his side salad and a drink of his water, Brian erased the mental images Doug had scared up. The ones that remained, however, as always, were of his own making and never seemed to stray. A smile involuntarily formed on his face.

“You’re thinking about Justin again, aren’t you?”

Brian cleared his throat. “What I’m thinking about is my insatiable need to fuck him,” he didn’t mind admitting, which was a hell of a lot more palatable than the drivel he’d just heard. “And since we’re, uh, family and everything . . . maybe you’d be willing to help make that happen?” Brian raised both eyebrows at Doug. “Like, now?”

Grinning back at him slyly, Doug condensed the remnants of his lunch onto his paper plate for easy disposal, aiding and abetting two people who obviously wanted to spend time together not a problem in his book. He couldn't resist having a little fun at Brian’s expense, though. “As in you know I’m getting ready to punch out for the day, and you need me to cover for you for . . . what? About twenty minutes?”

“Jesus! You’re killing me, here!” Brian groaned. “I need at least an hour. Preferably two. All I’m scheduled for this afternoon is back-to-back Yard Watch shifts, and if you don’t let The Licker and his gang out, it’ll be a walk in the park. The others are docile and just happy to get their hour of fresh air.”

“You know the break rooms and guard stations are all in use today. Where’re you planning on holding this love fest?”

Brian dropped his fork, more than certain the offending phrase had triggered his unpleasant acid reflux. “Listen, Doug. Are you listening? That word is not now, never has been, and never will be in my vocabulary. There’s no need to use it around me. Ever.” Draining his water bottle dry, he attempted to put out the fire in his esophagus. “Isn’t there an empty cell somewhere in an isolated block?”

“Why don’t you just take him to solitary confinement? The Licker’s stint was up yesterday. I’m pretty sure it’s empty,” Doug told him. “And no bars on the door, genius.”

Getting up to throw their trash away, they shared a laugh. “Good point,” Brian conceded. “Solitary’s the perfect spot.”

Doug glanced at his watch as they left the cafeteria. “So I clock out, take your Yard Watch shifts, and no one’s the wiser, huh? Anything else I can do for you?” he joked, knowing Brian would return the favor.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact there is. Just don’t break his heart. Emmett’s. He’s sensitive like that.”

“Not planning on it.”

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Marching his line of prisoners in front of The Licker’s cell, Doug took great pleasure in his cellmate joining them - almost as much as he took in informing The Licker that he needn’t bother. “Not you. Outside’s closed for you and your crew,” he tossed off, struggling not to gloat. “Tomorrow’s not looking good either.”

He made eye contact with Brian as he lingered at the end of the next corridor, unlocking Justin and Eric’s cell to let Eric into the line. “Hang on, Justin,” Doug said compassionately, holding his hand up when Justin tried to follow his cellmate out. Not locking the door, he led the line away.

Right, Justin thought of the highly unusual behavior. Bait me so I’ll make an escape attempt. Grabbing his sketchbook, he flopped down on his bunk and thumbed through it.

Brian waited until Doug had taken his charges out into the yard, then he made his way down to Justin’s cell. “Feel like taking a walk?” he asked, sliding the door open.

Leaping up, Justin pieced together Guard Williams’s odd actions, restraining himself from throwing his arms around Brian’s neck. He couldn’t leave his cell fast enough when Brian gestured for him to come out and follow him.

“Wanna fuck?” Brian asked, walking away with Justin at his side.

Justin’s head snapped up. “Where? When? Now?!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Brian laughed.

Blushing, Justin nodded. “I want to.”

“I have a couple of hours before I need to get back on duty, and we have a cell all to ourselves.”

“We do?” Justin smiled widely.

“Doug - uh, Guard Williams - reminded me that the solitary confinement cell’s empty, and he’s covering my Yard Watch shifts.”

Justin thought for a moment. “Did you fuck him to get him to do that?”

“No. I introduced him to my friend Emmett. Apparently, they hit it off.”

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Justin’s hands roamed Brian’s body as he kissed him, unhooking the nightstick from his belt. He winked at him, then slid it up and down his thighs and between his legs. Dragging it across his balls and the outline of his cock, Justin pressed it into the head.

Leaning on the door, Brian spread his legs a bit to give Justin better access, enjoying the feeling for a while before he took the stick from him and made a tight tunnel with his fingers. Passing it through them, he smiled when he saw Justin’s eyes fixated on it, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed. "Lie down," he said, throwing the stick aside and palming the bulge in his pants.

Watching Justin remove his shirt, unzip his jeans, and lie down, Brian stood over him with his fingers on his own cock, slowly freeing it from his pants. He opened Justin’s legs and sat down between them, running his hands along his chest. Pinching his nipples, he bent down and licked them.

Straddling his chest, Brian held his cock up to Justin’s lips till he opened his mouth and licked its head. He saw his tongue circle around and then stab into the slit, grunting when Justin pulled back before taking it in again, sucking it hard. Gently pushing his hips forward, he fed more of his dick into Justin’s mouth, one hand behind his head, urging him on.

Justin swallowed around Brian’s cock, tasting his precum oozing out. Snaking his hands down his pants, he massaged Brian’s ass cheeks and rubbed his crack.

Taking a deep breath, Brian sat back and pulled his cock out of Justin’s mouth. He bent down to kiss him, enjoying his own taste on his tongue. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered, his face buried in Justin’s neck, inhaling his scent.

Justin wiggled out of his jeans as Brian stood up to undress, his eyes never leaving Brian’s hard, smooth body. His fingers itched with the need to touch him, to dig into his skin, to feel his muscles under his fingertips.

When Brian sat down on the bed, his legs fell apart and he started to jerk his cock. Inching closer, he rubbed it along Justin’s inner thighs, around the base of his cock, and against his balls. Then he went back to his cock, grinding their heads together, moaning when Justin’s precum made him wet.

Justin lifted his legs, hooking them around Brian’s waist. Raising his ass up, he begged Brian to touch him, to take him. Fingers digging into Brian’s thighs, he enjoyed the warmth of his body.

Rolling on a condom, Brian ran his cock along Justin’s crack, Justin gasping and stroking himself quickly when Brian stopped right outside his hole and put a little pressure on it.

“Fuck me, Brian. Now!”

Reaching for the lube, he poured it directly onto Justin’s hole.

“That’s cold!” Justin hissed.

“It’ll heat up.” Brian slipped just the tip of his finger inside Justin’s ass. He smiled when Justin squirmed to get him further inside. “Do you need more than this?” he teased him. “Something longer and thicker? Something that will make you cum, untouched?”

“God, yes! Brian, please. I need you inside me,” Justin almost sobbed, pushing his ass into Brian’s hand. He moaned when Brian added one more finger, stretching him a little. “Not enough.”

“Do you want me to fuck you with the nightstick?” Brian watched Justin writhe on the bed, his pale body perfect under his.

“No, I want you.” Justin reached for Brian’s cock and jerked it hard a couple of times, his hips still pressing against Brian’s fingers as they fucked him.

Pulling away from him, Brian took a firm grip on his own cock and sank deeply inside of Justin with one long thrust. Falling down onto him, he kissed him. “Your ass is perfect. I could play with it for hours.”

“Yes!” Justin shouted when Brian pulled out and roughly slammed in again, burying himself down to the hilt. “Do it again!” He stabbed his tongue into Brian’s mouth. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” he growled. Molding his body against Brian’s, he didn’t leave an inch of space between them.

Fucking him with long, hard thrusts, Brian hit his prostate every time, Justin’s cock trapped between them, scraping against their bodies. When Brian sped up, Justin couldn’t hold back any longer, coming in a long orgasm.

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Justin flopped onto his side, facing Brian, his hand skimming continuously over his body. “What happened?” he asked when his hand sneaked down to Brian’s balls, tracing his scar with a fingertip.

Brian tensed, answering after a minute. “I had cancer.”

“Are you okay now?” Justin kissed him tenderly when he nodded. “Good.”

Looking down at him, Brian thought it was refreshing to be with someone who didn’t need to know every detail about everything.

“Roll over,” Justin whispered, Brian hesitating a few seconds before he complied. Climbing onto his back, Justin lay down, nuzzling his neck and nibbling at his ear. “How often do you fuck inmates?”

“Never.”

“Never?”

Brian shook his head, Justin aligning his cock in between his legs and rubbing it over his ass cheeks, pushing it against his balls. He felt it grow hard against the small of his back.

“I miss fucking,” Justin sighed, his hips pressing down into Brian’s ass.

Brian twisted his neck to look at him. “I don’t bottom.”

“It’s okay.” Justin smiled when Brian relaxed, parting his legs and stroking his inner thighs, over his ass. Bending forward, he kissed his spine, licking his way down to his crack. He paused slightly to give Brian a chance to tell him to stop, then pulled his cheeks apart, tasting him on his tongue. Justin lapped over Brian’s hole again and again, not stopping til it was dripping wet.

Trying to hold still, Brian felt his hips circle the sheets beneath him. He drove his cock into the mattress at first, then changed his mind and reared backward when just the tip of Justin’s tongue slid inside of him.

Gripping Brian’s hips, Justin held him still while he fucked him with his tongue, his own cock hard and wet and begging for attention. He sat up and jerked it, his knuckles hitting Brian’s ass on every upstroke while his other hand wandered over Brian’s crack, his thumb gently bearing down on his hole.

“Justin,” Brian moaned, pushing back against it. Rising up on all fours, he began to jerk himself off.

Inching even closer, Justin dragged the head of his cock over Brian’s ass cheeks, marking him with his precum. He shot his load onto his back the very second Brian came on the bed. “Jesus, that was hot!” he laughed, drying Brian off with his shirt.

Both of them falling down to the bed, Justin rested his head on Brian’s chest as their racing heartbeats gradually slowed. Collecting his thoughts, he pulled the blanket up around them, hoping Brian wouldn’t mind if he asked about something that had been on his mind. “Daphne told me you took her to meet your friends.”

Thinking back to the previous Sunday, Brian’s face broke into a tiny smile. “Well, it wasn’t exactly my idea,” he said. “Debbie invited her to dinner, probably leaving her no choice but to say yes. I just gave her a ride.”

Justin glanced up at him. “Tell me about Debbie. About all of them.”

His arm finding its way around Justin’s shoulders, Brian drew him in closer. “Debbie’s my best friend’s mother. She works at the diner on Liberty Avenue, and Mikey owns a comic book store. I practically grew up in their house. Ben is Mikey’s partner. And Emmett . . . he’s Doug’s new obsession. He’s currently a party planner, but before that, he was a porn star.”

“A porn star?”

“Fetch Dixon. Ever heard of him?”

“Sure! I can’t believe you know him.”

“And then there’s Ted. He likes numbers.”

“What?” Justin laughed.

“He’s an accountant at heart, but he owned a porn site for a while. The same one that Emmett worked for. And finally Carl – Deb’s partner.”

“They all sound great.”

“You’ll meet them when you get out of here.”

“I will?”

Brian didn’t meet his stare. “If you want to,” he finally said with a shrug.

“I can’t wait.”

“Justin.” Brian sat up, waiting till Justin did, too. “Carl is a police detective. Daphne told everyone why you’re in jail, and I asked him to try and find something on Hobbs. Anything to get to him.”

“Oh.”

“I just thought you should know he called me a few days ago. Said he’s only uncovered a couple of small things so far, like traffic violations and stuff. Nothing worth doing anything about.”

Justin lay down again. “Thanks for trying to help, Brian. I really appreciate it, but it’s no use. Hobbs is never going to pay - really pay - for what he did to me.”

“Don’t say that. We don’t know what’ll happen yet. Carl’s gonna keep digging. Something could still turn up.” Dusting his hands lightly along Justin’s body, he wanted to make everything okay.

“Don’t stop touching me.” Justin closed his eyes.

Watching him drift off, Brian saw no harm in letting him sleep for a couple of minutes. Neither of them awakened until Doug knocked on the door an hour later, breaking it to them that it was time to return to reality.

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“What are we doing here?” Jennifer whispered to Daphne, following her into the Liberty Diner.

“I told you . . . I want you to meet someone, and this is where she works.” Smiling at a man who brushed past them, Daphne noticed Jennifer trying her best not to gape at the sundress he wore.

“Hi, honey!” Kiki recognized Daphne. “I have a booth just for you. And who’s this lovely lady?” she asked when they sat down.

“This is Jennifer, my best friend’s mother. Is Deb in today?”

“Of course! I’ll get her for you right away.” Kiki turned on her heels, promptly yelling toward the kitchen, “Deb, company!”

“Daphne!” Debbie called out. “And you must be Justin’s mom,” she said, stopping in front of their table.

“Uhm, yes. And you are?”

“Michael’s mom! Debbie Novotny.”

Jennifer cast a sidelong glance at Daph, clearly needing help.

“Michael’s best friend, Brian, works at the jail,” she said before handing the honors back to Debbie.

“Brian’s like a son to me,” Debbie beamed proudly. “And now he’s dating your son!”

“He’s what?” Jennifer stared at both of them. “Justin’s in jail. He can’t date anyone. Daphne, can you explain this?”

“Brian’s one of the guards at the jail. Justin met him on his first day there. And I wouldn’t really call it dating. They’re just getting to know each other.”

Debbie patted Jennifer’s arm. “You’ll like him. He’s very handsome.”

Daphne grinned at Debbie. “Justin told me Brian’s helped him so many times. He’s trying to make his time in jail easier for him. He gave him a blanket!”

“He didn’t have a blanket?!” Jennifer’s voice faltered. “I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand. This Brian is a guard, he decided to take care of Justin, and now they’re sort of dating?”

Daphne and Debbie nodded at her.

“I guess it’s good to know he’s got someone on the inside caring for him. But how do you two know each other?”

Daphne sat back and took a bite of one of the lemon bars Kiki had brought them, telling Jen how she’d met Brian first and then Debbie and all about the dinner with Debbie’s family. “I thought it would be nice for you two to meet!”

“Brian’s a real sweetheart,” Debbie didn’t hesitate to throw in. “I’m happy he’s finally met someone, even though he’ll deny it.”

“Why would he deny it?”

“Because he doesn’t do boyfriends.”

“Oh.”

“Justin’s the first guy he’s actually talked about with me. He’s special!”

“Okay.” Jen took a sip of her coffee. “It’s just an awful lot to take in.”

Debbie patted Jennifer’s arm again. “I need to get back to work, but it was nice to meet you! I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, and you’ve got to meet my family. You’ll love them!”

Jen smiled when Debbie went back into the kitchen. “She’s really interesting.”

“Yeah, she is,” Daphne laughed. “And you will love her family. I know you will.”

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Brian walked into Woody’s, not sure if the guys would be there. Not even sure he wanted to meet them if they were, he was about to turn around and leave when a tangerine-colored shirt and pair of purple pants caught his eye. He couldn’t help but smile.

Emmett’s flame never burned brighter than it did when he was in love. Giggling at something his new boyfriend said, he batted his lashes and took a sip of his pink drink.

“Doug!” Brian forced himself in between them. “Can’t get enough of me at work?”

“No . . . I mean yes. I’m here with Emmett,” he laughed.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Emmett assured him. “Brian’s fucked everyone. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve dated a guy he’s had.”

Doug stared at Emmett. “It’s not like that! I’ve never . . . no, not him!” he protested loudly, Brian just shaking his head and ordering a drink.

“Are you okay?” Mikey didn’t like the stressful look on his face as he slid into a chair next to Ben and him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“That’s not an answer. Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Brian glared at him over the rim of his glass. “I’m just tired,” he took a deep breath and explained when he saw the hurt in Mikey’s eyes. “I’ve been working a lot of overtime in the last couple of months.”

“I bet you have.” Mikey grinned at him.

“Justin was beat up by a jailhouse gang not too long ago. I’m trying to look after him so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Why? It’s not your fault.” Brian pulled Mikey in for a quick kiss, then he nodded at Ben and grabbed his drink. “See you guys around.”

Combing Woody’s for someone to take his mind off of things, he stopped himself when he realized he was looking for the one man who wouldn’t be there.

Chapter 6

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Another great chapter. :)
I kept waiting for you to have them wake up in the solitary room having been caught. :o Tension. lol...
So do you have an image in mind for Doug?
Hugs, Jon

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