Chapter Twenty-One #2
Jett and I both snap our attention to Lance who’s approaching on the other side of the bars with a pizza in hand. “You always bring me lunch, so I thought I’d return the favor, for once.”
“How nice— of you.” I stutter out as Jett thrust one more time before halting his movements.
“Set it down. We’ll get it in a minute.”
“Rude,” Lance says as he bends down to put the box on the ground outside of the cell. “You know, I could always join in from this side.” He says as he steps closer and reaches for my dick jokingly. I’m positive that we all know he’s just kidding. At least, I hope that’s the case.
It happens faster than I can blink. My body is crushed into the bars by Jett, my arms barely catching the majority of our weight before my face hits the iron. Jett releases the back of my neck and reaches through the bars to grab Lance by the throat.
“Touch him, and you die, Lance.” He growls against my neck.
I can’t see his face, but the look that washes over Lance tells me everything I need to know.
Jett is not fucking playing. The pure possessiveness in the way he’s hovering over me, and the way he’s clinging to Lance washes over me and suddenly I remember that he’s dick deep instead of me.
I whimper as my muscles squeeze around him.
He rocks his hips back and forth, and my eyes flutter closed.
There are too many sensations, too much happening, and I can’t put enough focus into to holding off my impending orgasm.
I was barely holding myself together before he was even inside me.
“Oh God. I’m gonna— I’m gonna… Oh fuck.”
My eyes pop back open just as Lance glances down at my dick. Jett jerks the arm that’s holding Lance, redirecting his attention elsewhere.
“Keep your fucking eyes off of him.”
Jett pulls back and slams into me, jamming right into my prostate, and I lose it.
My cum starts splattering against the concrete, but Jett reaches around to stroke me through the rest of my orgasm as he continues thrusting into me.
My muscles are twitching around him, and I can feel his release pulsing out inside of me.
Both of our movements slow, and when I glance up, Lance’s eyes are locked on to Jett’s.
When Jett lets go of my dick and pulls his hand up, it’s covered in cum, webbing between his fingers.
He sucks them into his mouth as he drags Lance closer to the bars, mere inches from my face.
“Open up, Lance.” Jett demands, and Lance doesn’t even hesitate.
I glance down for just a second, and nothing could even remotely start to hide to bulge in Lance’s pants.
He’s definitely enjoying the show, but then again, he’s made it clear that all he does is fuck around.
He’s hardcore against relationships for some reason.
Jett’s softening cock slips out of me as he leans forward and spits his saliva that’s mixed with my release straight into Lance’s mouth. Lance’s eyelashes flutter closed and he whimpers before closing his lips to swallow.
“That’s the closest I ever fucking want you to him. Do you understand me, Lance?”
The way Lance is submissively staring into Jett’s eyes kind of has my knees weak and definitely has my dick trying to come back to life. He tries to nod in agreement, but the grip Jett has on his throat doesn’t give him much room to move.
Jett’s phone starts ringing out into the silence that’s hanging between the three of us, but he doesn’t make a move to grab it.
I lean down and shuffle through the pile of clothes to dig it out from his pants pocket.
I know it’ll go to voicemail soon, so I immediately slide to answer the call and put it on speakerphone before holding it up beside him.
“Jett…” A man growls through the phone.
“Roman…” He replies snarkily. “Call to save your little pet?”
“Let go of him, Jett.”
“You’re gonna need to put a leash on him until he learns some fucking manners.” Jett goads as he pulls Lance so close that his face is nearly pressed against the bars. Lance sneers angrily in his face, baring his teeth.
“He’s not my fucking pet. He’s not my anything. He’s your best friend. Now. let him go, Jett.“ He replies calmly.
“Fuck you, Roman!” Lance hisses at him, causing Jett to chuckle and push him away from us.
“In your dreams, fuckboy.”
I swear I see a faint shimmer of heartbreak wash over Lance, but he quickly schools his features before glancing up at the camera and flipping it off. He knows that Roman’s watching everything that just happened between all of us, or he wouldn’t have called.
“I fucking hate you, Roman.” He seethes as he drops his hand and readjusts himself. “Enjoy your fucking pizza, assholes.”
The line goes silent before the call disconnects, and Lance rushes down the stairs angrily without even glancing back at us.
Jett pulls me into his chest and holds me closely for a few minutes.
I’m not sure if he’s doing it for my sake or his, but I can hear his heart thundering in his chest just as fast as mine.
He runs his fingers through my sweaty hair as we cling to one another.
I don’t know why I feel like that was way more intense than it actually was, but I’m reluctant to let go of him.
After we’ve both calmed down, and the edge dissipates, we move around each other fluidly as we clean up the mess and get dressed. Jett starts to dig out some pretzels as I drag the chair over to the desk and pull out my drawing supplies. He slides a plate to me as I doodle on a fresh page.
“You really like plants, don’t you?”
I smirk up at him as I grab a pretzel and stuff it into my mouth. The salt swirls around in my mouth, and it’s strangely satisfying.
“I do. I’ve studied them practically my whole life.”
“Really?” He asks as he scoots back on his bed with a plate of his own in hand. “Why do you enjoy studying them so much?”
I shove another bite of food in my mouth before replying.
“There are a lot of reasons. The main one is that I’ve always been intrigued by old world medicine.
I’ve studied homeopathy a lot. It’s a pretty controversial thing in America, but it’s all that people had back in the day, and at least some of them survived, you know? ” I answer with a shrug.
“That’s really impressive, Everest. You know there’s a garden here. No one has ever touched it, as far as I know. You could probably grow some really great stuff there.”
“Mmmm…“ I hum. I know that I don’t have enough time left here to really grow anything useful, but he still doesn’t know that. Starting some seedlings might be something entertaining to do to pass some time if I get bored, though. “I might try that one day. I would enjoy that a lot.”
“What’s your favorite plant?” He asks as he takes the last pretzel off of his plate. He fishes his hand into the bag and grabs a couple more as I contemplate my answer.
I never really had a favorite plant before I came here, but for some reason I’ve found myself drawing lavender more and more lately.
I don’t know if it’s some unconscious attachment I’ve made since it’s taken over the entire prison grounds, or if I just find it to be a beautiful and worthy plant.
Even if it were because I just liked the plant itself, it’s something that I’ll always associate with Blightridge now.
I flip back through my sketchbook until I get to the front, staring down at the first picture I drew.
I trace my finger over the winding road that leads to the prison.
It’s sandwiched between two beautifully lush fields of lavender, a near exact replica of the scene out front.
Axel and I took plenty of pictures of it on our way here, but I already feel a longing for it deep in my chest. I know that aching emptiness will be the catalyst when I leave here, what finally destroys me.
It’s inevitable, but I absolutely refuse to waste what little time I have left here dwelling on the bleak future that comes afterward.
I have him now, and even though it’s not enough, I try to be grateful that I at least get that.
“Lavender,” I reply solemnly. “I think it’s lavender.”