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Who: Jay, Michael
When: Morning
Where: Cells
What: Settling in
Rating: TBA

Jay was escorted to his cell by one of the guards. He was given his uniform and ushered inside. He'd already been given a run down of the way things worked - the schedules and such. He set his box of belongings down on the desk, letting out a heavy sigh. This place was dumpsville and the uniform was ugly.

He reached into his box, pulling out his books - mostly ones written by his brother - King Clayton, a successful author - setting them on the shelf, followed by a seashell ashtray his younger brother Ace had given him, along with his cigarettes and lighter. The rest of his belongings he simply shoved in the locker unpacked.

He changed out of his clothes into his uniform, shoving the casual clothing in the locker with the rest of his stuff, before flopping down on the bottom bunk.

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Michael turned to move away from Jay, but found that his back was already pressed up against the bar at the head of the bunk. He swallowed, "N-nothing....." His hand went to his neck again, he was pretty sure that there was a nice bruise there now, "Just forget I said anything...."

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Jay chuckled lowly in his throat, closing in on Michael more to capture the man's lips with his own, kissing him gently, hand cupping the other's cheek, his thumb brushing over that tattoo. He pulled away after a moment, licking his lips. "Mmm'kay, consider it forgotten."

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Michael went wide eyed when Jay's lips touched his. He wanted to push Jay off of him. So.... why wasn't he? Much to his dismay, he made a small noise of disappointment when Jay pulled away. Of course he hadn't meant what he said like that. He meant forget that he denied being freaked out.

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Jay moved to create some distance between himself and Michael, but didn't move off of the bed. That smile returned to his lips, eyes glistening with mischief. Michael was fun to be around, Jay never knew what reaction he'd draw from the man next.

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Michael looked at Jay warily, "What?" He asked cautiously. Why was he looking at him like that?

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Jay shook his head, the smile not leaving his face. "Nothing." He said, stretching his legs out, resting his arms behind his head, leaning up the wall. "So a pool table you say? Fancy a game?"

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Michael still eyed Jay warily, "What are the rules?" He said, wondering what exactly Jay had in mind.

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Jay shrugged. "I dunno, what are the usual rules? Let's just hit the balls and see what happens?" He got up off the bed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to make you wager your ass or anything. But if I win, another of those kisses would be good."

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Why would Jay want to kiss him again? He hadn't even kissed back the first time? But... "Alright fine." Michael said, hoping to God that he wouldn't lose. He got up and started towards the rec room.

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Jay grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, following Michael out of the cell, after all, he had no idea where he was going yet. He smiled, following happily - the day was starting a lot better than he'd ever thought it would, especially after their first few minutes together.

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Michael walked into the rec room. There was no one in here. Not surprising. Hardly anybody ever came in here. He walked over to the assortment of cues and chose the shortest one. He would have like to use one of the other ones, but he always had difficulty handling them. "You wanna rack or break?" He asked.

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"I don't mind." He replied, moving to pick a cue for himself, chalking the tip, blowing off the excess chalk dust. "You pick. Whichever is fine with me."

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Michael shrugged and bent down to get the rack and balls, and he began racking them. Making sure they were in the right way, before moving them up to the dot and removing the rack. "All yours," He said simply.

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Jay stepped up to the table, setting the cue ball in place. He studied the table for a long moment, before leaning down, making the break, causing the balls to scatter, potting one of the striped balls.

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Michael was actually happy to see a high ball go in. He preferred the be the low ball. He stood back and watched Jay as he calculated his next move.

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He studied the table longer this time, walking around it, studying the balls from different angles, before finally settling on a ball, leaning down the take the shot, hitting just a little too hard, causing the ball to dance the pocket edge before rolling back out. "Dammit..."

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Michael smirked as he went to take a shot at a ball he had been eyeing. Unfortunately for Jay he had set up the shot perfectly. Michael took the shot and the ball went in without effort. He then walked around the table to take his next shot, which he had set up. Not as well as he had wanted but still pretty damned good. He took the shot and for a second it looked like the ball wasn't going to go in, but finally fell over to edge of the pocket. Michael moved again and took another shot, pocketing yet another ball. He pocketed two more balls and then went to take his next shot. He only had two of his balls left on the table, plus the 8 ball. He bent over and line up his cue with cue ball and took his shot. The ball didn't go in this time. It was half an inch off and bounced of the wall. He glared at the thing and then looked over to Jay, waiting for him to take his turn.

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Jay offered that sweet smile, once more walking up to the table. He potted one ball, then another and another. His next shot, however, missed, the cue ball bouncing off the table to land at Michael's feet. Jay was seriously out of practise! He had been pretty good at one time! "Looks like it's your turn again."

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Michael bent down to pick up the cue ball. He walked over to the table and set it behind the 7 ball. He took the shot and of course it easily went in. He shot at the 2 ball, but the damned 2 ball refused to go in like it had the last time. Well, no matter. It really didn't look he had to kiss Jay again. He had one more ball on the table, plus the 8 ball. And Jay had three. Michael certainly had the upper hand.

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Jay moved behind Michael, wrapping an arm around the man's waist, once more dipping his head to bite that abused spot of flesh. With his free hand he pushed a couple of his own balls into a pocket, before breaking the hold, smiling oh so innocently.

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Michael was taken aback at Jay's actions. Not expecting him to do that. He was so shocked in fact that he didn't noticed that the man had cheated. He glared at Jay, "Take your damned shot," He said haughtily.

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Jay grinned, baring those pearly whites, before stepping up to the table, potting his last ball, before moving onto the 8 ball. He pondered the shot for a long moment, before finally going for it, potting the black, the cue ball following dangerously close behind, but stopping before going in the pocket. "Whew... Looks like you owe me a kiss."

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Michael looked at the table disbelieving, "You...." He said finally noticing that two of Jay balls were missing, "You cheated!" He accused, pointing a finger at him. Michael may have not wanted a kiss, but his body was begged for that closeness again.

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Jay leaned down, suckling on that finger. "You have no proof that I cheated! Besides... you watched the whole game, how could I have possibly cheated?" He smiled sweet, ruffling the man's hair again.

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Michael quickly took back his finger and wiped it off on his shirt, "I---- you---" Michael huffed, obviously getting flustered again.