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Who: Jay, Michael
When: Afternoon
Where: Their cell and the showers
What: A little fooling around
Rating: NC-17

Michael lay on his bunk reading the latest King Clayton book. It had been weeks since the little incident in the rec room. He tried his hardest to avoid the subject of it ever coming up. He really liked Jay, he looked up to him, but he didn't need to be reminded of what happened. It was a one time thing and he would never let himself be weak like that again.

It would have been so easy to tease Michael endlessly about the incident, but Jay wasn't quite that cruel, especially if he ever expected a repeat performance. He stood at the mirror above the toilet and sink system, scrunching up his nose and squinting to get a clearer view - oh how he wished they'd allow real glass mirrors instead of these plastic things! He smoothed his hair with hair gel - a rarity in this rat hole - spiking up the front of his hair. He smiled over at his cellmate. "Whatcha reading?"

"A book." Michael said simply as Jay's words had taken him completely out of his reading trance. Though it wasn't hard to get it get. King Clayton described things so vividly, Michael had to read only a few lines before he was back in the scene.

Jay placed the lid back on his gel jar, moving over to the other man's bunk, flopping down onto it beside the other. He took the book from Michael, glancing at the cover. "Heh. King's new book, huh? Enjoying it so far?" He handed the book back, but watched the man over the top of it. "I can get it signed for you if you want."

"No I hate it," Michael said sarcastically, "I'm only three quarters of the way done so far." He placed a bookmark inside the book and put it on the floor. "No it's okay. I liked how he writes and describes the story. That's why I read the books. What would I do with some guy's signature?" He had never really understood why people love getting autographs so much. It was just some person name in their own writing. What so great about that?

Jay leaned on his elbow, not moving off of the bed. "Well, it makes the book worth more if you ever decide to sell it." He shrugged his shoulders a little. "He's a pretty good author, huh? Wish I could write like him. But I have no talent. I have the good looks in the family." He joked.

"You have plenty of talent," Michael said before he could stop himself.

He chuckled soft, brushing a thumb over the man's cheek. "Heh, I'm better at oral presentations than writing though, right?" He teased, not able to give up the opportunity.

Michael scowled, "That's not what I meant." He said bitterly.

Jay chuckled again. "It's not? Oh, then what did you mean, Mister Grumpy?" He didn't want to push his luck too much, after all, he really hadn't worked out how far he could push Mika before he'd attack, so he didn't want to push that line.

"I meant, not everyone could pull off what you did to get in here. That was pure talent." He said admiringly. He sat up, "Tell me about it again." He said excitedly.

He flopped onto his back, glancing up at the bottom of the bunk above him, folding an arm under his head. "It really wasn't that spectacular. Anyone could have done it. I mean really... it was death by asphyxiation... with a bit of a twist."

Michael knew that Jay was getting tired of telling him the tale, but Michael never grew tired of hearing it. He paused for a moment, "You should write a book about it." He said, "I mean you can make it out to be fiction. But the way you always tell the story to me. You could definitely write a book about it and it would sell."

Jay chuckled soft. "Maybe one day. If I do... I'll let you read the first copy, okay?" He smiled soft, actually quite liking the fact someone was so interested in his crimes.

Michael nodded. "So?" He said, trying to pick up the conversation again. Which was odd for him. Usually he could care less about having conversations but with Jay he wanted to talk to him all the time. "Any plans for today?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. I may venture to the gym later, or I might just hang around here all day - might read or something. Choice is pretty limited, huh?" He smiled soft. "And you?"

Michael shrugged himself, "I was probably going to finish that book. Other than that, I don't know." Life here at the UGH was pretty boring. He wondered why people would even call it the under grand hotel. What the hell did they do to entertain themselves so much as to go as far as calling the UGH that?

"Hmm, we could find something to do together?" He offered, innocently enough - after all, there was always pool or cards or basketball or something. "If you wanted to, that is?"

Michael nodded, "What did you have in mind?" he asked not realizing how it sounded.

Jay once more reached out to brush his thumb over Mika's cheek, moving it over the man's lips. "I can think of a few things..."

Michael was taken aback and he eyed Jay suspiciously. But he had to admit, even if to only himself, that maybe he did want what Jay was implying.

Jay took the fact Michael hadn't punched him or pushed him away as a green light to continue. He leaned in ghosting his lips against the other man's oh so lightly, before pulling back just a little.

When Jay had leaned in Michael leaned back a little too get away from him, losing his balance he fell over when Jay pulled back. He got a hold of himself and sat back up, but to his surprise he kept leaning forward until his lips were pressed against Jay's. After realizing what he was doing his eyes went wide and he sat back quickly, looking embarrassed.

Jay couldn't help but chuckle a little. "You know... you look kinda cute like that. I like it. I hope to see that look a lot more." He leaned in again, pressing another kiss to Michael's lips, wrapping an arm around the man's neck.

Michael was about to protest but Jay's lips were on him again. He really had no idea what to do, except just sit there and kiss back. He was still really new to this whole sex thing and felt weird and awkward.

He liked kissing Michael. His kisses were kind of unsure and clumsy, but it made Jay want to kiss him all the more. He pulled back a little. "So? Had any ideas on what you want to do yet?"

Michael shot Jay a look. Why was it up to him? Why did he have to take the lead? He had no idea what he was doing. He stood up and grabbed a towel. He just needed to get away from this awkward moment. "Yeah. I'm going to go take a shower." He said, still being naive at how that sounded.

Jay tilted his head, giving Michael a questioning glance. Not quite sure whether that was an invitation or not. "Hey Mika? Need me to wash your back for you?"

Michael snorted at the nickname. Well at least he wasn't being called Chibi again. he waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder as he left the cell, "Do what you want."

For a moment Jay stay where he was on Michael's bunk, not quite sure how to react to that. Was it an invitation or a brush-off? That man was so hard to read. After a minute or two he got up, grabbing his own towel, jogging to catch Michael up.

Michael had already reached the showers and was beginning to undress when he saw Jay enter the room. He placed his shirt on a near by bench with his towel and began to undo his pants with his back turned to Jay. He wasn't sure how to react to Jay anymore, not sure how he felt about him. All his life all he ever wanted was attention from someone. And now that he finally had it, he didn't know what to do with it.

Jay wasted little time in stripping himself, laying his clothes beside Michael's on the bench. He moved to the showers, turning on the water, letting out a yelp as the icy cold water hit his skin. "Geez... I wish they'd put the water heater on more often." He said with a soft laugh, starting to soap himself up.

Michael shrugged, "I'm really not bothered by it." He said as he turned on his own shower. Of course having to reach up for the taps. Sure enough when the water hit his body he made no reaction. For Michael it was all mind over matter, as long as he didn't think about the water's temperature it didn't bother him in the slightest.

Jay smiled soft. "Nothing bother's you much does it? Were you a rock in a previous life?" He teased, closing in on the shorter man, backing him towards the wall. "You're hard to read, you know? I never know where I am with you. It makes things a bit more of a challenge."

Michael looked up at Jay when he spoke, "I think I've just got so much fire in me, it's hard to put out....." He trailed off when Jay closed in on him. He swallowed; he never got nervous unless he was around Jay. He always felt too aware of himself when the man was around. "Wh-what do you mean?" He asked awkwardly.

He ran his bar of soap over Michael's chest, lathering it up. "You have a lot of walls. It's hard to see past them... or... I can see over them, but can't quite get over them. But I intend to, before our sentences are up!"

Michael raised his eyebrows, "Do expect me to indulge you with my past. It's not going to happen." Though he wanted it to happen, even if he didn't know it him himself. He wanted someone to talk to about how he felt when he was around his family. Someone besides that damned therapist that is.

He shook his head. "Not necessarily. Unless you want to. I just want to find a way into that garden guarded by that wall, and taste the fruit hidden within." He teased, leaning in to nip at Michael's earlobe.

Michael gasped at the nip and half-heartedly pushed the man away, "You've already done that." He said bitterly.

"Hmmm I guess I did. Perhaps I want to venture further into that garden then." He said, shrugging his shoulders, moving back to his own jet of water, soaping himself slowly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

He tilted his head back, letting the water rain down on it. "You'll find out one day. Maybe." He teased

Michael glared at Jay. He turned off the water and began drying himself. The man was so infuriating to be around. Michael began to pull on his pants without his boxers. It was a confusing thing to want to be around someone and not be at the same time. He wanted Jay to do what he did in the rec room again, but at the same time he didn't. He grabbed the rest of his things and headed back to his cell haughtily.

Jay frowned a little, watching the man retreat so suddenly. He let out a sigh, rinsing himself off, before turning off the water, moving dry himself, slipping his pants back on. He scooped up his things, returning to the cell. He stood at the door, watching Michael curiously.

Michael felt Jay's eyes on him as he read his book, still i n only his pants. he let out a heavy sigh andlooked over to Jay. "What!?"

He frowned, entering the cell, tossing his top and damp towel on the top bunk, shrugging his shoulders. "N-nothing."

Michael hated feeling this way. Wanting something but not knowing how to get it. Usually he just took what he wanted, except when it came to something like this. He had no clue what to do and it was frustrating as all hell. Michael was now restless. He tried reading some more of his book but couldn't he finally put it down and began fidgeting with his sheets, not being able to stay still.

Jay sat on the stool, kicking his heels into the ground, staring at the floor. "Sorry... about the showers. I didn't mean to make you run off, you know."

Michael looked up at Jay, "I don't know how to act around you." He said quickly.

He glanced at Michael, trying to read his reactions and failing miserably. "Well... How about the same way you act around others? Am I really that different than them?"

Michael raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, "you want me to beat the crap out of you!?"

Jay chuckled soft. "Well... not really, but if you want to, then I guess it's okay." he rocked back and forth on the stool, offering the man a smile.

Michael looked at Jay bewildered. "I don't want to." He finally said. He knew what he wanted to do but couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Well, that's good to hear." He said, that slight teasing back in his voice. He smiled again, moving over to sit on the bed beside Michael.

Michael looked over to Jay. And then he was suddenly kissing him again. Well, at least he knew what to do when it came to kissing. But the other stuff was beyond him. How did one go from kissing to all that other stuff?

Jay blinked. He certainly hadn't expected Michael to kiss him again, not after what had just happened, but he soon melted into it, kissing the man back, resting a hand on Michael's chest, caressing lightly.

Michael stayed there and continued to kiss Jay, still not knowing what to do beyond the kiss. And he would never tell Jay that he wanted to do what they did in the rec room again. He was too proud for that. Too proud or too stubborn, it was a toss up at this point.

Jay's hand started to stray further south as the kiss continued, fingertips trailed over Michael's stomach, over the front of his pants to rest over his groin, massaging lightly through the fabric.

Instinctively Michael pushed Jay away, but then told himself this is what he wanted. He moved to lay down on the bed to get more comfortable, before pulling Jay to him again and kissing him. He knew Jay had to be confused with all these mixed signals he was giving, but he was trying his best to let his guard down some.

The man was more than confused, not sure whether to continue or move away, but it was hard to even consider pulling away once Michael's lips were back on his. He unfastened Michael's pants, slipping his hand in to seek his prize.

Michael moaned and arched up into the touch wanting more. He parted from the kiss to pant. His hands made their way to Jay's pants. He wanted to see what was hidden in them. Granted they had been naked together moments before, but Michael hadn't taken the time to peek.

Jay couldn't help but smirk a little, pulling back slightly to shrug his pants down, he took Michael's hand, guiding it to his semi-hard length, before wrapping his own hand around Michael's.

Okay, so..... Jay wanted Michael to do something with this. Michael suddenly felt even more nervous than ever. He had no idea what to do, so he decided just to mimic what Jy was doing to his own erection.

Jay couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of Michael's hand just resting on him. He started to stroke Michael slowly, hoping the other would mirror the action. He brushed a thumb over the head of Michael's cock, purring soft.

Michael began to do what Jay was doing to himself, but it was hard to concentrate when it felt so great. With his free hand Michael pulled Jay down into a heated kiss.

Jay kissed back, moaning into the kiss, as he continued to stroke Michael. It felt good. Really good. Michael's hand was a little unsure, just like his kisses had been to begin with, but it felt so good.

Michael wanted to do more than just what they were doing but he didn't know how or what to do next. So he settled with just continuing what they were already doing.

Jay moved closer to Michael, wrapping his hand around both their erections, stroking them together.

"Aah~" Michael panted as he pulled away from the kiss. God, this felt amazing, "M-more..." He asked quietly, wanting just that.

More? How much was 'more' without crossing a boundary? This wasn't really the time to stop and have a chat about such things, but he'd hate to do something Michael would regret later. So instead, he shifted down the man's body, taking that hardened length in his mouth.

"Aah~" Micheal gasped as Jay's hot mouth closed around his cock. "Jay..." he moaned. He didn't think he ever said the other man's name before now. But he wasn't going to think to much on that. He felt the pleasure building up inside him again like it had done the first time. He really didn't want to cum so quickly again, but he knew he couldn't help it. This was only the second time he had been touched like this.

Jay licked the head, before taking as much of the length as he could into his mouth, hands massaging the man's hips tenderly. He pulled back a little, before repeating the action all over again.

"Nnnn.... J-jay.... I'm almost...." He could feel that he was close, he was afraid that if he came it would be over like it was last time. He didn't want it to be over; he wanted to know what they could do. If there was anything else. He knew from school how a man and a woman had sex. Could two men do something similar?

Jay continued to pleasure Michael, his hands now roaming and wandering over the man's skin, seeking out each new section of flesh. He ran a fingertip over the man's entrance lightly, but made no attempt to penetrate.

Michael gasped out of surprise when he felt Jay's finger against his ass. What was he planning on doing? The thought was pushed out of his mind when he suddenly was pushed over the edge and came inside Jay's mouth with a cry.

He swallowed as much of that seed as he could, milking Michael's cock dry, before pulling back, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. He took a few moments to gaze upon the flushed body of the other man, drinking in the sight - after all, last time had been rather rushed. He smiled soft, leaning down to kiss Michael softly.

Michael pulled Jay closer to him and deepened the kiss. He was out of breath and kissing Jay made it harder to breathe but he didn't care. He wanted more, much more. He didn't want it stop.

Jay was the one to break the kiss, smiling down at Michael. "What’s the hurry, Chibi? We got all the time in the world to explore, you know."

Michael glared at Jay. There was that damned nickname again. He softened his expression and shrugged, "I just..... don't know what comes next." He finally admitted.

Jay dipped his head, kissing along Michael's jaw. "Well, there's sex of course, but we'd need to get some lube from somewhere," he said, oh so casually.

Michael furrowed his brow as he tilted his head to the side for Jay, "Sex? But..... didn't we just....?" He startled a bit, "Lube? Why?"

Jay chuckled soft. "That was just oral sex, I mean real sex, anal sex... that's why we need the lube or it'll hurt." He said, nibbling Michael's jaw lightly.

Michael eyes popped open and he scurried away from Jay a bit. He swallowed, "Anal?" That could only mean one thing. And it explained why Jay's finger had been where it had been.

Jay sat up a little watching Michael. "There's nothing to be worried about, it feels really good it it's done properly. Besides, we won't go there until you're ready."

Michael thought for a moment, "I'm as ready as I'm gonna be," He said honestly. After all, he did want to do more than they had already

Jay placed a finger against Michael's lips, smiling soft. "Tomorrow." He lay beside the other, drawing lazy circled on his stomach.

Michael did everything but pout. He didn't want to stop. Not yet. Plus, did Jay want to cum as well?

He couldn't help but be melted by that face. His fingers made their way back down to Michael's groin, drawing lazy circles there.

Michael moaned, "You know," He said, not knowing why, "Apparently the warden is really cracking down this no sex rule."

He smiled soft, kissing Michael's cheek. "Then we'll have to make sure we don't get caught!"

Michael smirked. He liked the thought of a forbidden relationship. It excited him. "So...... How are you going to get this lube you speak of?"

"Hmmmm I'll think of something... Even if I can't get proper lube, I'm sure I can get my hands on something, and then, you're pretty ass is all mine." He teased, pulling the man into a hug, before ruffling his hair.

Michael struggled against Jay hold, "Who says the lube will be for my ass?" He said once he was free.

Jay chuckled. "Oh, you want to top hmmm? Well that's cool too! I'm versatile!"

Michael blushed. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know how comfortable he would be on top.

Jay kissed those blushing cheeks. "Now that is a beautiful sight, Chibi. I like it. I like it a lot!"

Michael blinked, "R-really?" he couldn't imagine anyone liking the way he looked. His twin was always the one who got the attention, not him.

He nodded. "Yup, really! You're a cutie, no doubt about that!" he cooed, once more pulling the man into a hug.


Michael let himself be hugged. He had always wanted attention from someone, but now that he had it he didn't know what to do with it. "Jay? I..... nevermind."

Jay looked at him, kissing his nose. "What is it?"

"Nothing." He paused, "it's just all my life, I've been ignored. By my parents, my twin, my nanny. It just makes me wonder why all of a sudden you like me and thinkI'm cute and stuff...."

"Hmmm I dunno how anyone could ignore you, you're good looking and fun to be around. A little icy at first, but if all those people ignored you then, well... it's expected that you'd be a little on the anti-social side."

Michael raised his eyebrows, "A little? I hated being around people until you got here....."

Jay ruffled the man's hair once more. "Well, I must be one of the lucky few who gets to see past the icicle then." He said with a grin.

Michael glare, "It's not an icicle...."

Jay grinned. "A popsicle then?" He leaned in, licking the man's arm. "Hmmm a little too salty for a popsicle."

Michael furrowed his brow, "What are you doing?"

"Licking you?" Was the simply reply Jay gave, as if it were obvious for the world to see.

"Yes. I know that. But I mean. Why?"

Jay grinned. "Because I felt like it? Just like I feel like kissing you now." He said, moving in to kiss Michael once more.