Lockup My Heart Chapter 3/8

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Authors: later2nite, techgirl_on_ij
Title: Lockup My Heart
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Brian checked over his shoulder, discreetly unlocking Justin’s cell. “Get out.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Justin’s head shot up from the paperback novel he was reading, alarmed at the tone in Brian’s voice.

“How the fuck should I know? Just put your shoes on . . . and hurry up.”

“You’re already in jail,” Eric told Justin. “How much worse can it get?” He looked over at Brian, but the guard’s vision remained averted from both men.

Justin glared at his cellmate, wiggling into his shoes. “Brian, you’re scaring me,” he said as he walked out. “You must know something. Anything.”

Waiting till they rounded the corner at the end of the cellblock, Brian ran a hand through Justin’s hair. “Calm down. You didn’t do anything. I just wanted to get you out of there.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He shrugged and pulled Justin into the guards’ break room, locking the door behind them. “I need to fuck you,” he got to the point, backing him up against the wall. Rubbing his hardening cock against Justin’s crotch, he kissed his mouth.

“You need to fuck me?” Justin laughed. “Couldn’t you have just said so? You scared the hell out of me!”

Brian slid two fingers into his mouth to shut him up. “Suck on them.”

No longer laughing, something changed in Justin’s posture. He looked Brian in the eyes when his tongue swirled around his fingers, moaning at how rough they felt against the roof of his mouth.

Bending forward, Brian licked at Justin’s lips as they stretched around his fingers. Then he slowly retracted them and stabbed his tongue inside instead. His hands grazed over Justin’s chest, down to the button on his jeans.

Justin tried to stop him. “Are you sure no one will interrupt us?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Brian continued to undo his jeans, not satisfied until they’d fallen down to his feet. “This corridor is closed for the weekend. All the guards are upstairs.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Justin unbuttoned Brian’s shirt with trembling fingers.

“Are you nervous?” Brian grinned.

“No. Horny as hell. You have no idea how long it’s been.” Ripping his shirt open, Justin backed up to admire Brian’s body. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

Brian laughed, drawing him close again. “What do you want?”

“Ride you. Hard.”

Groaning at the thought, Brian dropped his pants and stepped out of them, lying on the couch in the corner. “Go for it,” he said, placing a couple of condoms next to himself.

Justin left his jeans in a heap on the floor and followed him. Stroking his cock, he swiped up a drop of precum as it leaked out and sucked it off his fingers. Leaning down, he kissed Brian to share before he opened his legs and sat between them. He bent his neck forward and licked at the head of Brian’s long cock until it dripped with his saliva, finally swallowing him down to the hilt.

“Feels fucking great,” Brian muttered, his hands in Justin’s hair urging him on. He pushed his hips upward, slowly fucking his mouth as Justin stroked himself faster and faster.

Brian smiled at him when he started to pant heavily. “You’re not gonna last, are you?”

“No way.”

“Come here.” Pulling him up to straddle his chest, Brian opened his mouth and took his cock down into the back of his throat, sucking him off until Justin came in long ropes with a shout.

Afterward, Justin sat back and relaxed, circling his fingers over Brian’s nipples, pinching and licking them. “That was unbelievably good,” he sighed, his sated dick starting to soften. When he felt Brian rub his cock against the small of his back and drag the wet head down his crack, he inched backward, reaching behind himself. Justin firmly kneaded Brian’s hard cock a few times and then turned around to roll a condom down his shaft. He smiled when a tube of lube appeared from between the cushions. Lifting up a bit, Brian smeared the lube over his hole to ready him.

“God, you’re fucking tight,” Brian growled, nudging a finger inside Justin’s ass. Carefully stretching him open, he added another one, noticing his cock rising again. He pulled his fingers out and took a hold of his own cock, watching Justin slowly sink down onto it.

“Aaah.”

“Are you okay?”

Justin laughed. “It hurts like hell.”

“Relax.” Brian pulled his ass cheeks apart, rubbing around his rim.

Justin exhaled and sank lower. Steadying his breathing as Brian’s cock filled him, the pain subsided when he started to rock back and forth, Brian’s hands on his hips setting the pace.

Jamming his tongue between Justin’s lips, Brian kissed him roughly. “Fucking hot!” he cried out when Justin slammed down hard on him.

Shuddering with pleasure, Justin savored every second. The taste of Brian’s mouth, his smell, and how his own hands felt on Brian’s smooth skin heightened all his senses. He plunged himself downward over and over, angling his body so that Brian’s huge cock would ram into his prostate. Feeling as if he were about to shoot again, he sat up, speeding his movements. “I’m gonna cum,” he huffed breathlessly.

Brian nodded. “Me, too. Come with me, Justin.” He leaned up a little just as Justin bent forward, their lips meeting the instant they both came. Holding onto each other tightly, they enjoyed the sensation together.

“That was great!” Justin giggled, lying next to Brian with their bodies still entwined.

Brian pulled him even closer, nuzzling his neck and licking along his jaw. “Amazing,” he whispered, kissing him again.

Justin’s fingers roamed over Brian’s chest, soon finding their way down to his cock. He stroked it lazily and then moved down to his balls, holding them in his hand. He felt Brian stiffen when his fingertip brushed lightly over his scar, and then he heard him breathe easier when it was clear that he’d stopped himself from asking about it. Spontaneously taking Brian’s semi-erect cock in his mouth, he licked it clean, more than pleased when he started to writhe under his touch.

Slowly pulling away, Justin lay on his back and spread his legs, his ass up in the air. “Take me, Brian. Fuck me,” he almost begged.

Brian reached for a new condom, back in Justin’s ass again without any preparation at all, bottoming out on the first thrust. He held still for a time right there, until Justin’s heels digging into his back sent him moving again. Wanting him to feel it for days, he fucked him fast and hard.

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“What time is it?” Justin asked, not able to stifle a gaping yawn.

Brian checked his watch. “Four hours till you have to get up,” he said quietly, unlocking the cell door.

“Great.” Justin’s mouth formed a drowsy smile, his skin tingling when Brian’s fingers skimmed over his neck one last time.

“Are you alright?” Eric asked, waking despite the hushed sounds.

“Sure. I’m fine.” Crashing on his bunk, Justin covered himself contentedly with his new blanket. “Thanks,” he mumbled, falling into the most restful sleep he’d had since taking up residence in Home, Crap, Home.

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“Kinney.”

“Williams.” Giving a slight nod in his coworker’s direction, Brian was anxious to get back on duty before anyone got wise to his disappearance.

“Having fun with Pretty Boy?” Guard Williams cocked his head to one side, Brian catching a distinct smirk on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. And don’t waste your time denying it. I saw you walking him back to his cell as if you two were strolling down Lover’s Lane. I knew it wouldn’t take you long to get into that ass of his.”

“Look, Williams . . .” Brian stalled for time, no fucking clue coming to him to explain his way out of his predicament. “It’s not what you think,” he grasped at the trite excuse.

“It’s not? Then why don’t you tell me what it is, huh? First I find both of you in the guard station down the hall from his cell all cozy together, and now this?”

Brian stood a little taller, determined to get the upper hand. “Hey, I thought we were cool,” he started. “I keep quiet about your cigarette business, which I know nets you almost as much as your weekly salary, and you look the other way when I talk to -”

“Talk?” Williams laughed out loud. “You gotta be shitting me. You and that hunky guy are fucking. After tonight, I know you are.”

Freezing in his tracks for just a moment, Brian realized he’d found his angle, his intuition kicking in at what he’d just heard. “Hunky guy? Williams, you just called an inmate a hunky guy.” Continuing down the corridor to make it to his next post on time, he was certain he’d have company on the way.

“I . . . didn’t mean that.” Keeping step with Brian’s brisk gait, the guard nervously tried to backtrack. “I, um, I meant . . .” he stammered, having a tough time stating his case.

Brian shook his head. “Williams, you sly old dog. Isn’t anybody straight anymore?”

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Eric roused Justin in time to dress and get in the chow line. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, his eyes wide with disbelief when his cellmate stood and stretched.

“What?” Justin looked around, wondering what was up.

“This!” Eric touched his arm. “And that!” He pointed his shoulder. “What the hell did they do to you last night?”

“Stop shouting, will you?” Justin poked at the bruises with his fingertips. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? You call this nothing?”

“You don’t understand. It’s the good kind of bruising. I was with Brian last night.”

Eric stared at him in a fog.

Justin raised his eyebrows. “I was with Brian last night,” he repeated.

“Finally!”

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Justin wandered around the yard, trying to make the most of his hour of ‘freedom.’ He stuck to himself, largely unnoticed by the various different groups of prisoners as he started to walk the perimeter of the area, figuring the exercise could only do him good. Just as the thought occurred to him that his fellow inmates seemed relatively harmless, he rounded a particularly surly bunch whose only form of exercise seemed to be standing around trading obscenities with each other.

Justin instinctively picked up his pace, sensing trouble when every one of the foulmouthed creeps fell silent at the sight of him. Just as he’d feared, though, he hit the ground in the next second, several feet kicking him in the back and stomach. He felt his lip split open with a searing pain when a fist slugged him in the face, blood instantly spurting down his chin. Unfortunately, he realized, he didn’t manage to curl into the fetal position and protect his head with his hands until after the next blow landed squarely above his left eye socket.

Bracing for the next strike, Justin was relieved when it didn’t happen. Almost as quickly as the attack had begun, it was over, three prison guards separating the deadly mob at gunpoint. Taking his time uncovering his head, Justin squinted upward into Brian’s worried face.

“Are you okay?!”

Closing his eyes again, he tried to assess his condition, a strong pair of arms helping him up before he could formulate an answer.

“Can you stand?”

Justin leaned against Brian’s chest, Brian’s arms steadying him on his feet.

“I keep telling you to stay out of trouble.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry’s bullshit. What happened?”

“I just walked by.”

“Well, you’re new. Sometimes, that’s all it takes.”

“Was it The Licker?”

Brian laughed. “Who?”

“The same guy who pushed me down in the chow hall.”

“That asshole? Yeah, he was one of them,” Brian told him. “He’s already joined one of the worst gangs in here.”

“He’s had it out for me for weeks. He sat behind me on the bus from the courthouse, licking my ear. Oh, yeah. He was making a checklist of all the things he wanted to do to my ass.”

“Lovely,” Brian winced, sneaking a peek at The Licker from behind as the line of thugs trudged back into the building to their cells under the supervision of the other guards and their still-drawn weapons. He made a mental note to deal with him later. “Come on. Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

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“I have to leave you here,” Brian said, turning his battered charge over to the jail’s medical staff.

Justin held his stomach, doubled over in pain. “Okay.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s killing me. But not as much as my head. Is it really bad?” He touched his face carefully.

“Not too bad. You’ll probably end up with a nice shiner, and your lip is split. The bleeding’s stopped, though,” Brian looked on the bright side. “I have to get back on duty. You’ll be fine.”

Justin nodded as Brian turned to leave, grateful for the wheelchair the nurse parked behind him. Gingerly sitting down, every bone in his body ached.

“You’ve got to be x-rayed to check for internal injuries,” she said crisply, whisking him out of the intake area.

Spending almost two hours in radiology, Justin hoped to God that the seriously outdated equipment wasn’t emitting more harmful rays than allowable by law. Then he had to laugh, as painful as it was, having learned all too well of late that the Pittsburgh County Jail operated under its own set of laws. When he was finally wheeled to a bed in the corner of the medical ward, he slept like a baby.

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“Hi.”

Justin blinked a few times, groggily registering Brian’s voice in his ear. Trying to sit up before he realized where he was, he sighed and fell back onto the pillow. “You’re here,” he groaned, turning his head to find Brian in a chair next to him. “What time is it?”

“Six a.m. How are you feeling?”

Trying to smile, the pain in his lip stopped him. “Worse than yesterday,” he moaned feebly.

“The X-rays look good,” Brian reported. “Nothing broken. Just some nasty gashes and bruises.” He squeezed Justin’s hand when no one was looking. “Your lip will heal just fine.”

“What about my eye?”

“It’s awfully swollen, and you’ve got some interesting colors going on there. But it’ll heal, too.”

“I really need to piss.”

“Sure.” Brian carefully helped him out of bed and over to the bathroom. “You’ll be okay in there by yourself?”

“Want to hold it for me?” Justin raised his good eyebrow at him.

Brian leaned in closer. “You have no idea how much I want to hold it,” he whispered, “and jerk it . . . and suck it.” Rubbing Justin’s crotch, the bulge in his cotton hospital pants filled his palm.

“Stop!” Justin joked. “It hurts to laugh. And you’ll get me hard.”

Brian waited outside the restroom, helping him back into bed. “I have to go home and get some sleep before my next shift.”

“You’ve been here long?”

“All night.”

“Brian.”

Brian brushed his hand over Justin’s cheek. “No big deal,” he shrugged. “They said they’ll keep you here one more night to treat the cuts.”

“Good!” Justin smiled, quickly recoiling at the stretch in his lip. “This bed is comfortable and the cover is thick,” he said, burrowing down under it. “Reminds me of home. I wonder what Daphne’s doing right now.”

“Daphne?”

“My best friend. I’ve known her forever. We share living expenses in a nice apartment. God, it seems like a lifetime since I’ve been there.” Justin closed his eyes. If he tried hard enough, the bed in the infirmary almost felt like his own.

“Go back to sleep,” Brian whispered. “Later.”

“Later,” Justin mumbled, dreams of home flooding his mind.

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“Kinney.”

“Williams.”

“How’s Pretty Boy? I heard what happened. The gang got to him out in the yard?”

Brian halted his step as he left the infirmary, covering a gaping yawn with the inside of his elbow. “Yeah. The fuckers beat him before we could break it up. Nothing permanent. He’ll be okay.”

“You look like shit. Long night?” the guard asked. “Sitting at his bedside?”

“Um hm. What’s it to you, anyway? What are you? The F.B.I.?” Brian scraped a hand over his day-old beard, too tired to do battle.

“Hey, I get it.” Williams lowered his voice, mindful of their surroundings. “You’re attracted to him. How could you not be? Pretty Boy’s damn . . . pretty.” He paused to check for unwanted eyes or ears before revealing the scenario he’d been dreaming of. “I was thinking that we could, um, share. After he heals, of course. What do you think?”

“Share?” Brian wasn’t quite sure what delusions of grandeur this guy had conjured up. “Listen, Williams . . .” he spoke slowly and methodically. “What’s your first name?”

“Doug.”

“Listen, Williams . . . Pretty Boy has a name, too. It’s Justin. If I hear you call him Pretty Boy one more time, I’m gonna lose it. And furthermore, I do not share my . . . there will be no sharing of Justin. Got it?”

Williams looked as if he’d been fatally wounded. “I just thought-”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Brian fired back. “But . . . you know what?” His features softened, a rudimentary plan taking shape in his sleep-deprived brain. “Walk with me, Williams.”

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“Hey, you’re alive!” Eric was happy to see Justin the next morning when he was escorted back to the cell. “How was it? Was the food any better over there?”

“The same. But the bed was wonderful, and it was quiet at night. No yelling at all.”

Eric sighed. “Sounds like heaven.”

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“Oh my God! Justin!” Daphne removed her sunglasses, hoping to awaken from the nightmare she was obviously having. “What are they doing to you in there? What the hell happened?” She placed her hand flat against the glass partition that separated Justin from her just as she’d done the first time she’d visited, comforted a tiny bit when he reciprocated from his side.

“Shh!” he warned. “Calm down, Daph. I’m new. It happens.”

“It happens?” she shrieked. “What? You get hazed like you’re pledging a fraternity or something?! Justin, you’ve got a black eye . . . and so many bruises. I hope you reported this to the proper authorities. This is police brutality. I mean-”

“I know it’s a shock for you to see me like this,” he interrupted her, motioning for her to sit as he took a seat on the wooden chair. “First of all, there’s no police in here. The warden is in charge, and the guards keep order. A prison gang decided to initiate me into life in the county jail, just as they do with all new inmates. Makes them feel superior, you know?”

Daphne’s outrage became less vocal, yet her emotions were still running amok. Nodding in understanding, she couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

“Brian, um, the guards pulled them off of me before they had a chance to inflict any lasting damage. It looks a lot worse than it is,” Justin tried to gloss over the incident - for Daphne’s sake. “The bruising will go away and I’ll be good as new. You’ll see.” He forced a smile, even though his lip was still tender.

“I miss you so much,” she whispered, fat droplets streaming down her cheeks.

Justin willed himself to stay in control. “I miss you, too, Daph. You know what I keep trying to remember?”

“What?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“That last night before my sentencing. What did we have for dinner?”

“You made beef stroganoff. We finished the whole platter.”

“Ah, that’s right!” Justin closed his eyes and imagined his mouth watering creation simmering on the stove. “God, I’m craving that. Daphne, they’re gonna take me back in a minute. Don’t worry about me, okay?” He leaned very close to the small opening in the glass they’d been talking through, lowering his voice to barely audible range. “There’s a really nice guard in here who’s kind of looking out for me. Keep that to yourself, though. That’s privileged information.”

Daphne nodded compliance, standing when she saw Justin getting up from his chair.

“I gotta go.” Justin gestured to the guard approaching him from behind. “It was so great seeing you, Daph. Remember . . . no worrying,” he tacked on just before the guard told him to leave the visiting area.

Turning to exit, Daphne grabbed her purse and headed away from the glass she was starting to hate.

“Let me get that for you.”

Tilting her head upward, she recognized the same guard who’d held the door open the last time she’d been to visit with Jennifer. He was opening it again, a smile lighting up his handsome face.

“Thanks,” she smiled back.

“You’re Daphne, right?”

“Yeah, but how do you kn-?”

Brian bent down close to her ear. “He’s mentioned you. Can you meet me at the Liberty Diner in two hours? I’ll get off duty as soon as I attend to some lunchtime business.”

“Yeah, I can meet you there. Brian,” Daphne added, reading his name from the I.D. badge he wore above his shirt pocket. “He’s mentioned you, too.”

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Justin stood as close to Eric in the chow line as he possibly could, the fear of walking around alone wreaking havoc in his head.

“You know I can’t protect you if they come after you again.”

Sizing up Eric’s all but muscular body, Justin exhaled loudly. “I guess you can’t.”

“But you have Guard Kinney for that.”

“He’s here?”

Eric nodded towards Brian, who paced back and forth in front of the table where The Licker sat, idly rapping his billy club against his open palm with a fixed stare on the target of his wrath.

Finding a table on the opposite side of the room, Justin took a seat with his back to the wall. His eyes scanned the chow hall a few times before he relaxed and dug into the watery soup they called lunch.

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Daphne scouted around the diner searching for Brian, finally slipping into a booth opposite him as he read the newspaper. After a moment of awkwardness, they eased into a surprisingly smooth rapport.

“You’re Justin’s best friend,” Brian started.

Daphne nodded, still not sure why she was there.

“He misses you.”

“I miss him, too,” her voice broke, the pain of seeing Justin earlier that day causing a fresh batch of tears to fall from her eyes.

Handing her a napkin, Brian waited till she’d dabbed at the moisture before he went on. “I know he wants you to visit, but the waterworks kind of . . . make it hard for him. Maybe you could try to . . .”

“I’m sorry,” Daphne sniffled. “It was just so horrible to see him like that. I know that stuff goes on in jail, but I never thought it would happen to Justin.”

Brian handed her another napkin. “It looks worse than it is.”

“The gang. Will they get any -?”

“What’ll it be?” Debbie appeared out of nowhere, tapping her pen on her order pad.

Daphne swiped the napkin across her cheeks, drying her tears. “Nothing for me, thanks. I’m fine.”

“Are you crying, honey?” Deb asked the girl she’d never seen before. Then she turned her attention to Brian. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You expect me to believe that?” she shook her head. “You probably let her think you were straight, waiting till she’d fallen in love with you before you told her you’re the fucking Stud of Liberty Avenue, didn’t you?”

“No! It’s not like that at all!” Daphne cut in, trying to calm the furious redheaded woman down. “In fact, he’s been nothing but nice to me,” she said, glancing over at Brian.

“Really? Well, he’s got a big heart.” Deb patted Brian’s shoulder and left them alone.

Daphne’s eyebrows arched in curiosity. “Who’s that?” she wondered, listening to Debbie’s animated banter with the guys in the next booth.

“My best friend’s mother. I practically grew up at her house.”

“She’s interesting.”

“You have no idea how interesting she can be.”

Feeling a bit better, Daphne went back to the subject at hand. “Will they get some kind of punishment? The gang, I mean. For what they did to Justin?”

“Nothing,” Brian sighed. “It was just a fight.”

“Just a fight?! He looks like a train hit him!”

“Believe me; I know. I wish it had never happened, but it did. The important thing is he’s fine. That’s all that matters.”

“But, still . . .”

“Listen, Daphne. Are you listening?” Brian leaned toward her as she nodded. “Justin’s been in there for a month already. He only has five more to go. That’s nothing in that world. If he reports getting beaten, those assholes will make his life a living hell. It’s just not worth it. I know it’s fucked up, but that’s our reality.”

“That is fucked up.” Collecting herself, she decided it was time to get with the program. “But you’re gonna look after him, right? Make sure it never happens again?”

Brian answered truthfully. “I’m trying, but I can’t be there all the time. I’m already working more hours than I should be.”

“Thank you.” Daphne smiled for the first time that day. “That’s all I’m asking. And thanks for talking to me. It helped.” She squeezed his hand affectionately. “You like him, don’t you.”

Shrugging noncommittally, he sipped his coffee.

“I’m glad you do. He’s a great guy. And really hot,” she giggled. “And . . . he’s single.”

Brian glared at her. “I don’t do boyfriends.”

“You might change your mind, once you really get to know him.”

Safely silent, he knew she might not be entirely wrong.

Daphne reached into her bag. “Can you give him something for me?”

“Depends.”

She held out a sketchbook and some pencils. “I brought these from home. Can you?”

Brian thumbed through its blank pages.

“God!” Daphne rolled her eyes. “I haven’t hidden some secret message in it.”

“Force of habit.”

“That’s okay. Just doing your job, huh?” Smiling again, she rose to leave. “Brian, thanks for talking to me. I get the feeling Justin’s gonna make it through this. That we all are.”

“No big deal. It’s hell to have someone you care about in jail. I guess I’ll see you on visiting day next week?”

“Not me. It’ll be his mom next time. We’re going to alternate weeks so he’ll always have one of us there.”

“Okay. In two weeks, then.” Brian grinned. “Later, Daphne.”

“Later.”

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“So, who’s the girl?” Debbie’s knack for popping up unexpectedly was uncanny.

Brian took a deep breath. “Sit down.”

Chapter 4