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Lockup My Heart Chapter 4/8
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Title: Lockup My Heart
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michira_70. Thank you!“Taylor! You don’t get your hour of freedom today!” Brian barked, unlocking the cell and letting Eric out.
Stepping back inside, Justin sank down on his bunk. “Oh, okay.” He picked at his jeans with one hand and ran the other through his hair, noticing it had grown a little bit longer.
Brian hated that he didn’t put up a fight or even ask why, overseeing the other prisoners into a straight line before ushering them out to the yard. “Williams! Can you keep an eye on them? I’ve gotta do something.”
“Don’t you mean someone?” Williams winked at him.
“I wish,” Brian muttered under his breath, taking long, quick strides back towards Justin’s cell.
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“Hi.”
Justin smiled when he saw Brian through the bars, standing outside his cell door.
Hesitating for a second, Brian bit on his lip. “Can I come in, or would you rather be alone?”
“Of course, you can come in. You have the keys, so you don’t need an invite. But thanks for asking.” Justin slid over to the side of his bunk, making space for Brian to sit down next to him. He leaned in, burying his face in Brian’s neck and inhaling his scent.
“Are you okay?” Brian whispered, entwining their fingers together.
“Yeah. No.” Justin sighed and started over again. “My friend Daphne was here a couple of days ago. She was so upset and so sad. It suddenly hit me that it’s not just my life I fucked up. She’s my best friend, my roommate, the one who’s always been there for me . . . and this is what I do to her?” Slowly shaking his head, he stared at the floor. “And my family - all fucked up because of me. I saw the look on my mother’s face when the judge sent me to jail. I can never make that okay.”
“Are you queening out again?” Brian tried humor, hugging Justin tightly nonetheless.
“No! I ruined everything and everyone, and now I have to live with it.”
“She’s fine, Justin. Daphne is fine.”
His head snapped up. “How do you know?”
“I talked to her at the Liberty Diner that same day she was here.”
“But how? Why?”
“I saw her as she left the visitor’s area. I asked her to meet me later.”
“You went on a date with my best friend?”
“Shut up! I could tell she was upset. All this is hard to take in when you’re on the outside. She had some questions; I answered them. End of story.”
Nestling even closer to Brian, Justin enjoyed the touch of another human being, the warmth of his body. “You talked to her and calmed her down? If you’re not careful, I’ll fall in love with you.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” Brian frowned. “I don’t do love.” He handed over the stuff Daphne had left for him. “She asked me to give you these.”
Justin’s eyes glittered. “Am I allowed to keep them?”
“Yes, you are. Just don’t paper cut yourself to death.”
Flipping the sketch pad open, Justin picked out a pencil, producing a quick drawing of Daphne minutes later.
“You’re pretty good at that.”
“I hope so! It’s what I do for a living.”
“You’re an artist?”
“Yeah. I own an illustrating company.”
“What do you illustrate?”
“Anything my clients ask for. Mostly ads, but before I ended up here, I’d just finished illustrating a children’s book.” Justin turned the page and drew a picture of a child holding a balloon. “I wonder how many clients I'll have left after this?” he added bleakly.
“Don’t think about that now.”
“I was so fucking stupid, Brian! Joining a vigilante gang is not me. Hell, I’m not even a people person. I risked everything by hunting Chris Hobbs down like that, and I lost it all . . . just to get back at a fucking bully.”
“He was more than a bully. He could have killed you.”
“I know. But still, I fucked up. ”
“And in five months you’ll be out of here, free to start all over, to build a new life.” Brian kissed him deeply, shifting so Justin could sit between his legs and lean back against his chest. “Tell me more about your company.”
Justin brightened a little, happy to talk of his life before incarceration. “I graduated from PIFA and tried to support myself as an artist for a while. Even though I sell a painting every now and then, I can’t live off of it, so I decided to start my own company. I did whatever my clients wanted from me, and it turned out I really love working that way. I never know what my next job will be, and that’s kind of exciting.”
“What do you like doing the best?”
“Well, ads are interesting. I get to find a way to make people notice them and to look at a product in a new way. But illustrating is pure fun. I set my fantasy free and just draw whatever comes to me, which I love.”
“I’m happy you’ve found something you like doing,” Brian said, hastily jumping up when they heard nearby cell doors opening and slamming shut. He gave Justin a quick peck on the forehead and let himself out.
Justin stayed on his bunk, scribbling Brian’s name a couple of times on a clean page in his sketch pad before he realized what he was doing and erased it.
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“Excuse me, Miss?” Daphne breezed into the diner at nine in the morning, combing every booth for her favorite Pittsburgh County Jail corrections officer. “Have you seen Brian?” she asked a pretty raven-haired waitress, who was ringing up a customer on his way out.
“Brian? Brian Kinney?” The waitress looked up from the cash register. “He comes in every morning at seven-thirty for breakfast. I’m afraid you’ve missed him.”
“Okay, thanks,” Daphne said, struck by the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. She gave the waitress a warm smile and turned to leave, only to be stopped by a friendly, vaguely familiar voice.
“Hi, Daphne!” Debbie spotted her as she walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t you want to sit down and have a bite to eat, honey?”
“Oh, no, thanks. I’m in a hurry. I was hoping to catch Brian. I’ll get here earlier tomorrow to talk to him.”
“Brian . . .” Debbie nodded, smacking her gum. “Quite a change for him to be attracting women now,” she laughed. “His reputation’s gonna be shot all to hell pretty soon.”
Daphne laughed, too. “It’s just that he’s been so nice to me. And to Ju - I mean with the current situation and everything. I wanted to ask him a few more questions about, uhm, things.” Stopping herself from going into too much detail, she was grateful to Debbie for not prying.
Debbie had been drawn to the story from the moment Brian had clued her in, an absolutely brilliant idea descending upon her from out of the blue. “You know, I think you’d enjoy Sunday dinner, Daphne. Would you like to join us?”
“Sunday dinner?”
“At my house. I make a big Italian meal for Brian and Michael every week. The rest of their friends always seem to show up, too. It’s become something of a ritual. You’ll love it!”
Daphne felt slightly trapped by the larger-than-life woman she’d met only recently, yet she sensed the sentiment was heartfelt. “Okay. When you put it like that, I guess I can’t decline. Thank you, Debbie.”
“Sunday dinner at the Novotny’s?!” the other waitress exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for my invitation for years. I wouldn’t pass that up if I were you!”
“I won’t,” Daphne grinned at her. “I’ve really gotta get going now, but I wanted to say that I love your eye shadow. It’s a great color on you.” She thanked Debbie one more time as she turned to hurry out of the diner.
“Lovely girl.” Kiki primped a bit with her perfectly rolled pageboy. “Just lovely!”
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“Hey, asshole! Get up!” Guard Williams clanged his billy club on the bars of The Licker’s cell, unlocking it and barging in at 2:45 in the morning. “GET THE FUCK UP!” he screamed into the sleeping man’s ear, shaking him harshly until he stood beside his bunk in a dazed panic.
Expecting a natural disaster to strike at any minute, The Licker reached for his jeans. “Where’s the fire?”
“No fire. Put your clothes down and follow me. NOW!” the guard shouted again.
“What about me?” The Licker’s cellmate bolted out of his bunk. “You’re gonna let me die in here?”
Guard Williams couldn’t help but laugh. “Go back to sleep. You’re not gonna die. You,” he said to The Licker. “MOVE!”
“But . . . my clothes . . . where’re we - ”
“Shut the fuck up and get in there.” Williams opened the door to the guard station’s private men’s room after leading his underwear-clad charge down the long corridor. He handed him a toothbrush and a can of Ajax cleanser, pointing down to the filthy floor. “Get to work,” he ordered. “I want that thing spick-and-span by daybreak!”
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Justin tried to catch Brian’s attention all during breakfast, needing him so fucking badly he thought he’d explode.
“What are you doing?” Eric whispered to him. “Eat or they’ll take your tray away and haul you back to the cell.”
Forcing himself to take a bite, Justin’s eyes darted up every other moment to seek out Brian’s. When they finally made contact, he raised his eyebrows, only hoping that Brian would decipher his secret code.
Thankfully, Brian suddenly found it necessary to patrol the aisle in front of Justin and Eric’s table, halting his step directly across from them. “Problem?”
Eric hung his head and dug into his powdered eggs, Justin waiting till Brian looked him in the eyes before he slowly lowered his hand down to his lap and rubbed his fingers over his cock.
Eyes widening, Brian only needed a half of a second to get on board, reaching out and grabbing Justin by the arms. “If you’re not eating, you might as well go back to your cell!” he bellowed, roughly dragging him up from the bench seat and manhandling him out of the chow hall.
Slick, Eric thought, the other inmates and guards not even bothering to tear themselves away from their fake runny eggs and peacekeeping duties to waste their time on an incident that occurred at least once every meal.
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Unlocking the door to a tiny supply closet, Brian pushed Justin through it and sneaked in behind him, relocking it from the inside. “Ten minutes,” he smiled, glimpsing at his watch. “Use them well.”
Justin beamed, pulling Brian’s face down for a kiss before he dropped to his knees and undid his pants in one fluid movement.
Leaning against the wall, Brian spread his legs a bit, laughing softly as Justin buried his face in his crotch. He tangled his fingers around Justin’s hair and urged him on when he quickly pulled out his already semi-erect cock, licking over its head and taking it in down to the hilt a few times before stopping to unzip his own jeans. “Fuck! You’re really horny,” Brian whispered when Justin whipped out his rock-hard dick dripping with precum.
Justin looked up at him and nodded, using one hand on his own cock with a fast, steady rhythm and the other one to put Brian’s dick back into his mouth. Running his tongue up and down the shaft, he stabbed it into the slit, enjoying the sounds Brian made. Justin moaned loudly when he tasted the beads of precum leak out onto his tongue, snapping his hips up and pushing his cock through his hand harder and faster.
Lowering his eyes in time to see Justin coming all over his fingers, Brian saw him pause for a second and then swallow around his cock several times. He kept his hands on Justin’s head to hold himself still while he jerked and shot hard down his throat.
“Seven minutes,” Brian panted. “Impressive!”
Justin laughed, straightening his clothes. “Thanks.”
Brian wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. “God, I wish I had hours to fuck you.” He nibbled on his ear. “And suck you.” He licked the cum from his hand. “Rim you till you beg me to take you.” His hands crept down to Justin’s ass, fingers digging into the flesh. Rubbing their dicks together till they started to get hard again, he mumbled, “I’ll find a way. Soon, I promise,” into his ear before letting him go.
Barely cracking the door open, he scoped out the corridor to ensure it was empty, hurriedly walking Justin back to his cell and returning to the chow hall before anyone missed him.
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“Fuck! Williams, you’ve been looking at that ugly fatass in his underwear all night? Down on his hands and knees?” Brian peeked into the men’s room briefly to see his machinations in action, turning back to his coworker in the guard station. “Nice addition to the plan!” he laughed, clapping Williams on the back good-naturedly. “What time did you get him up?”
“Just before three. Every time he tries to fall asleep on the floor, I slam the door and startle the shit out of him.”
“Excellent. Thanks for taking the night shift. Why don’t you get some sleep in the break room? I’ll take it from here,” Brian told him, deciding to offer one more kindness. “I’ll cover your lunch shift, too. I don’t mind working a few extra hours.”
Williams picked up his jacket, heading for the door. “Thanks, Brian. I can use a few hours of shut-eye. So I’ll see you tonight?” he called on his way out.
“Yeah. Ten o’clock. Side door. I’ll be there.”
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“I’m sorry Debbie made you drive me,” Daphne apologized to Brian. “I kept telling her I could get there by myself, but she just wouldn’t listen.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Who’s going to be there?”
“Deb’s partner, Carl; Mikey – he’s Deb’s son, and my best friend – and his husband, Ben; and probably our friends Emmett and Ted.”
“Slow down!” Daphne yelled suddenly.
“What the fuck?!” Brian checked the speedometer. “I’m not speeding.”
“Slow down and look to your left.” Daphne pointed out the window. “See that guy on the sidewalk over by the blue car?”
“Yeah, why?” Brian eyed him as they slowly drove by. “Someone you like?”
Daphne ignored the senseless question. “It’s Chris. Chris Hobbs.”
“Fuck!” Brian stopped at the corner, stealing a good look at the man who was getting into his car, restraining himself with every ounce of energy he possessed from running across the street and taking him out.
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“Everyone, this is Brian’s friend Daphne,” Deb introduced her to the hungry guests around the table.
Daphne smiled, waving at them before she sat down.
“So, sweetie,” Emmett was the first to welcome her, “how do you know big bad Brian?”
Hesitating uneasily, Daphne wished she and Brian had talked their story over before arriving. “I, uhm, met him at work. His work. We started to, uh, talk. And then I met Deb, and . . .” her voice trailed off.
Brian grinned at her. “Daphne’s best friend is doing time, and I met her when she visited him. We had coffee at the diner, Deb met her, and now she’s here. Let’s eat!”
Debbie’s kitchen grew eerily quiet for about thirty seconds, then the questions rained in rapid-fire succession from everyone all at once. Daphne peered helplessly at Brian, who stared at his plate in silence.
“For Christ’s sake!” Debbie yelled. “Brian is fucking her best friend. His name’s Justin. He’s got to do five more months, then he’ll be a free man. Now can we eat?” She banged the pots down in the middle of the table, plopping onto her chair in a huff.
The others looked at each other quizzically for a couple of minutes, holding their tongues.
“So, you’re fucking an inmate?” Emmett finally ventured.
Brian shrugged, helping himself to Debbie’s homemade pasta.
“Is he even gay?” Mikey asked.
“Of course, he’s gay!” Brian glared at him.
Taking a deep breath, Daphne sensed the genuine affection behind all the inquiries pouring from Brian’s friends. Each of them listened intently when she felt comfortable enough to lay her fork down and calmly start in on Justin’s plight, explaining how he’d stolen his dad’s gun and used it to threaten the man who’d beat him to near death.
“He joined a vigilante gang?” Ted perked up. “That’s kind of cool.”
“Really, Schmidt? I’ve never thought of you as the gang member type,” Brian sneered, Ted clamming up on the spot.
Emmett whispered something that made Ted laugh, then he smiled at Brian. “Justin sounds hot. And brave. He’s your perfect match!”
“Brian doesn’t do perfect matches,” Michael reminded everyone.
Ben threw an arm around Michael. “Don’t say that. People find their soul mates when they least expect it.” He kissed the side of his husband’s face, Michael snuggling closer to him.
“Perfect matches? Soul mates? Have you all turned into lesbians?” Brian shook his head and finished up his meal, leaving the table to lean against the counter.
Following Brian, Carl excused himself and placed his dish in the sink. “He sounds like a great guy,” he said. “Like someone who was ultimately pushed over the edge. Stupid thing to do, though, joining a gang to get back at his nemesis.”
“Believe me,” Brian nodded, “he knows.”
“Just don’t get yourself into trouble for . . . uhm . . . well . . .” Carl stopped himself, unable to put the rest into words.
”Screwing? Banging? Fucking?”
“Ahem,” he coughed. “Yes. For doing that at work.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” Brian told him. “Carl, can I ask you a favor? That guy who beat him up - his name is Hobbs. Chris Hobbs. Do you think you can dig around . . . try to find something on him? Anything that would make his life less worth living.”
“Brian, you know I can’t do that.”
“I’m not asking you to do anything illegal. Just . . . maybe keep an eye out. Something’s bound to pop up. He’s a menace to society.” Brian thanked Carl in advance for any dirt he might possibly uncover and gave him what little information he’d learned about Hobbs from Justin and Daphne: his address, where he worked, the hours he kept. Then he dragged Mikey outside with him for a smoke.
“Is he special?” Michael asked, his eyes locked on Brian’s.
Brian was quiet for a long time. “He’s not a trick.”
“Oh.” Mikey felt a little pang in his heart, yet he kept a pleasant face and squeezed Brian’s arm. “I’m happy we both have someone!”
“I don’t have him. We’re just fucking.”
Mikey patted Brian’s back with a knowing expression, changing the subject to his comic book store.
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“Thanks for inviting me!” Daphne hugged Debbie and smiled at Carl. “This was really nice. I miss having someone to eat with. Justin always cooked for us.”
“He can cook?” Emmett sighed dramatically. “I think I’m in love.”
Brian gave Deb a quick good-bye kiss and slipped back into his black leather jacket. “I’m going to Babylon later,” he told the guys, fishing for his car keys in his pocket. “Anyone else?”
“Haven’t been rejected by a cute young twink since last night,” Ted tossed off. “Wouldn’t dare miss the opportunity again tonight.”
“Oh, Teddy! You never know. You may meet someone totally new tonight,” Emmett said. “I’ll help you look.”
Michael and Ben shared a laugh. “Okay,” Mikey said. “We’re there, too!”
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“I don’t know, Brian. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I mean, it sounds awfully loud in there.”
“Of course, it’s loud in there. It’s a club. A dance club?” Brian lit a cigarette on the steps leading to Babylon’s side door, showing up a few minutes after ten. “You do dance, don’t you, Williams?”
“Damnit! I knew this wasn’t a good idea. I’ll just see you tomorrow at work.”
Brian caught his arm as he turned to leave. “Whoa! Don’t let that scare you off. I can’t dance for shit either. Fortunately, plenty of other activities take place in this hallowed den of iniquity. Drinking, for instance. Fucking . . .” He blew a long plume of smoke into the night air. “You do drink and fuck, don’t you, Williams?”
“Uh . . . it’s been awhile.”
“Jesus Christ! Come on!” Pushing his way through a crowded Babylon with an awed newcomer at his side, Brian realized his scheme to get Williams laid might have been a tad overambitious. “The night’s young,” he sighed. “Let’s start at the bar.”
Williams took in the scenery around him, enjoying the sight of half-naked boys and men dancing and flirting with each other despite his lack of confidence. He’d had a few monogamous relationships in the past, but the one-night stand thing that was obviously protocol in the meat market he’d just entered put him a bit on the edgy side. “I could use a drink. Kind of nervous, you know?”
“Nothing a stiff shot of Jim Beam can’t take care of,” Brian assured him, ordering two from his favorite bartender. Clinking their glasses lightly, they threw back a hearty gulp. “Better?” Brian grinned when Williams started to loosen up.
“That’s good shit.”
“Never fails to do the trick. Speaking of which . . .” Brian turned and made a sweeping arm gesture in the general direction of the dance floor, nearly taking Emmett’s head off in the process as he and Ted approached the bar at that very moment.
Emmett ducked just in time. “Hi, Brian! Good thing I’m agile. And quick.”
“Well, stop sneaking the fuck up on me,” Brian complained, as if the noise level in the thumping club had nothing to do with it. “This is Emmett and Ted,” he said to Williams. “This is Williams, you guys. A friend of mine from work.”
Ted shook hands with him. “Ah, the Pittsburgh County Lockup. How are things down at the jail these days?”
Williams exchanged glances with Brian. “Pretty messed up, if you’re a prisoner,” he said.
“I actually love to be locked up. Tied down. Imprisoned . . . as long as it’s with the right guy,” Emmett chimed in, a seductive eyebrow raise added for effect as he inched his way between Williams and Ted with an unmistakable agenda. “So, honey . . .” he turned on the southern charm full blast, “do you have a first name? I don’t believe Brian’s ever mentioned you before.” Giving Williams a thorough once-over, Emmett batted his mascara-coated lashes.
“Um . . . Doug?” Williams self-consciously questioned his own first name. Then, “Hi, Emmett. My name’s Doug,” found its way out of his mouth a little more surely.
“Well, Doug, why don’t you finish up that drink and you and I do a little dancing?” Emmett smiled sweetly, his eyes never leaving Doug’s, even when he added, “Where’ve you been hiding him, Brian?”
Brian and Ted made snorting sounds. Doug drained his glass and plunked it down on the bar, not objecting to being pulled by the hand onto the dance floor by Brian’s flamboyant friend.
“Here we go,” Ted exhaled audibly, rolling his eyes.
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Take it easy on him, Emmylou,” he called after the disappearing pair. “He’s . . . out of practice?”
Chapter 5
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Hugs,
Tech
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I hope B/J will truly have the chance to build a real relationship.
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We really hope you'll like the rest of our story!
Love,
Tech
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I love Brian/Justin dynamic in this. How their relationship is developing, slowly but surely. It's just so adorable and hot and gosh, I need more! Hahah, The Licker got what he deserved. I really didn't see the whole Emmett/Williams thing coming, but it was so funny and great. You two are genious.
I'll definitely looking for the next chapter :)
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Yeah, The Licker totally got what he deserved. Emmett and Williams . . . even Brian didn't see that one coming! LOL
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Linda
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I can't wait to see what Brian has in store for Hobbs. :)
Debbie and Emmett. Does it get any better? lol...
Hugs, Jon
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Thank you.
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Linda
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We have 5 months left in prison, and four chapters. do you even plan on getting Justin out, and him and brian having a life together?
What will Brian have planned for Hobbs?
Hugs ~ Cathy
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As for your other inquiries . . . let me just say that you're asking the right questions. Sorry, I know that's not much of an answer.
Thanks for leaving us this great feedback. We're both happy you're enjoying this story. ♥
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Linda
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Good also to see how welcomed Daphne was by The Family.
And… of course, the boys together were totally hot!!!!
Well done ♥ *hugs*
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Glad you think they're hot together:)
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Hugs,
Linda
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Brilliant and I love everything about it so far
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Thank you so much for your lovely comment!
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Later and Tech
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