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Pac estava, mais uma vez, de coração partido. E Felps se oferecera, mais uma vez, para ser seu ombro amigo.

— Você sabe que o problema aqui é ele. — Felps falou sério, a xícara de café ainda morna em suas mãos.

— Eu sei disso, Felps, mas você entende que na minha cabeça não funciona assim? Eu sei que ele foi babaca, eu sei que a culpa não é minha por nada disso, mas.... — Pac se jogou no sofá, frustrado.

Felps balançou a cabeça, nem concordando, nem discordando. A casa estava relativamente fria, mas era suportável. O som da televisão já parecia amortecido, nenhum dos garotos estava prestando atenção no filme que passava na tela.

— Você respondeu ele? — Felps indagou.— Não, e nem vou.

— Por que não bloqueia ele de uma vez?

Pac não respondeu. Felps suspirou e descansou sua xícara na mesinha de centro, se ajeitando no sofá para que ficasse de frente com Pac, que estava a dois assentos de distância.

— Pac, você ainda gosta daquele maluco?

— Não! — Pac quase gritou. — Pelo amor de Deus. Não.

Felps riu fraco com o desespero do amigo, que sorriu também.

— É que... Sei lá, eu continuei com ele por tanto tempo mesmo não sentindo mais nada... — Pac respirou fundo, não conseguia nem ao menos fazer contato visual. — Ele foi mais escroto que eu, mas eu também fiz ele de trouxa.

— Eu não gosto quando você se culpa assim.

— Mas você sabe que é verdade.

Felps apenas balançou a cabeça de forma neutra novamente.

O ambiente vazio e quase escuro com apenas a luz da televisão banhando a sala de estar criava uma atmosfera familiar e íntima. Felps não estava tão próximo quanto das outras vezes em que decidiu consolar Pac e ouvir suas preocupações no meio da madrugada. Dessa vez, preferiu manter uma distância segura. O sofá era grande, com quatro assentos, e os garotos sentavam nas duas extremidades.

Pac estava inquieto, com as pernas encolhidas enquanto mexia em seu cabelo. Sua xícara de café já havia acabado, e agora roía as unhas enquanto culpava a cafeína. Seu olhar era um tanto perdido. Estava tentando recuperar a atenção em seja lá o que estivesse passando na televisão.

Já não era a primeira vez que aquele cenário se repetia. Na verdade, era a terceira. As únicas coisas diferentes seriam os lugares, e que Felps realmente tentou ficar longe. Da primeira vez, estavam no quarto de Pac, abraçados em sua cama, Felps o consolando como podia. Da segunda, na mesa de jantar, com as cadeiras coladas uma a outra enquanto esperavam o entregador chegar com a pizza.

Desta vez, estavam na casa de Felps, na sala de estar, tomando café numa madrugada de quinta para sexta porque Pac disse que precisava desabafar.

E depois de ouvir tanto sobre mais uma decepção, Felps estava levemente surpreso que Pac ainda não estava em seu colo. Não pretendia iniciar nada, mas olhando para aqueles olhos cansados, as pernas agitadas e o cabelo completamente desarrumado, Felps pensou que deveria animá-lo um pouco. Não gostava de ver o garoto daquele jeito.

Apenas mais uma vez não faria mal algum.

— Vem cá. — Pontuou com uma voz baixa e aveludada.

Pac se levantou quase no mesmo instante e se sentou tão próximo de Felps quanto poderia, de frente com o amigo e as pernas dobradas em cima do sofá.

— Oi.

— Oi. — Felps segurou a cintura de Pac com leveza, subindo devagar, passando a mão pela pele morna debaixo da roupa como se fosse porcelana. — Você é muito mimado.

— E a culpa é sua.

— Eu sei.

Pac sentiu um arrepio eletrizante percorrer sua espinha, e se inclinou devagar até encaixar seus lábios nos de Felps. Um selinho rápido, que originou outro, e outro, até se transformarem em beijos de verdade. Lentos e preguiçosos, mas carregados de desejo.

A mão que antes subia pelas costas de Pac agora desciam até sua bunda, onde Felps não deixou de dar um apertão. Pac decidiu agir também, indo direto ao ponto e segurando o pênis do garoto por cima da calça.

— Você não perde tempo, né? — Felps riu soprado.

— Só queria te sentir. — Sorriu.

— Senta aqui. — Felps deu dois tapinhas em sua própria coxa e se ajeitou novamente, dessa vez sentado de frente com os pés no chão e as pernas mais abertas.

Pac apenas se arrastou nas almofadas e jogou a perna por cima do garoto, deixando seu peso cair sobre seu colo. Por mais que quisesse conversar um pouco mais, Pac não conseguia ficar apenas parado ali; precisava falar enquanto se esfregava contrs pênis semi-ereto que sentia embaixo de si.

— Pensei que não fosse querer.

— Você tava triste. — Felps respondeu. — E eu sei como te deixar melhor.

— Isso significa que você quer mesmo, ou que tá fazendo isso só pra me agradar?

Pac, eu sempre quero você.

— Um pouco dos dois. — Pontuou.

Pac deu uma risada anasalada antes de beijar Felps novamente, enquanto o mesmo segurava sua cintura e acompanhava os movimentos de seu quadril. O vai e vem incessante em cima de seu pau fez com que ficasse duro mais rápido do que o esperado, e Pac estava totalmente satisfeito com seu trabalho.

Felps parou o beijo para que pudesse ajudar Pac a tirar seu short e sua boxer apertadinha que fazia sua bunda parecer tão gostosa quanto nua, e às vezes até mais. Ver o corpo de Pac já não era novidade para Felps, e ainda assim ele se sentia em êxtase toda vez.

Pac rapidamente voltou para o colo de Felps, sorrindo com a reação dele, que não parava de voltar o olhar para sua vagina em completa admiração. Sem muita dificuldade, desceu a calça e cueca de Felps na altura perfeita para que seu pênis saltasse por inteiro para fora.

Felps continuou olhando para as intimidades expostas, Pac sentado com as pernas bem abertas a centímetros de seu membro enquanto o segurava com ternura. O garoto começou a massagear a glande, com movimentos curtos e circulares, e, caralho, isso é tão bom.

Com excitação, Felps agarrou a parte interna da coxa de Pac para acariciar seu clitóris suavemente com o dedão. Para ter mais facilidade, desceu até a vagina e sentiu a lubrificação natural o devorar.

Felps sempre acabava ainda mais excitado ao sentir o quão molhado Pac ficava por ele. Quando o garoto arqueou a pelvis, Felps colocou o dedo o mais fundo que conseguia dentro de Pac, o dedando por longos segundos sem desviar o olhar, até subir para o grelo novamente.

— Felps... — Pac estava começando a ficar manhoso, e Felps adorava vê-lo naquele estado.

— Você é tão lindo. — Pontuou, hipnotizado.

— Para. — Pac riu divertido, e soltou um gemido fraco logo em seguida. — Você também é.

Pac começou a masturbar o membro de Felps com mais agilidade, apenas da metade do falo até a glande, olhando em seus olhos com um semblante de puro prazer. Felps finalmente parou de toca-lo quando apertou sua cintura com as duas mãos e o puxou para perto, o beijando mais uma vez.

Pac se moveu um pouco, só o suficiente para que sua vagina se posicionasse em cima da extensão do pênis ereto, e assim continuou roçando como estava antes, mas dessa vez sem tecidos no caminho para atrapalhar. A sensação era incrível, sentir Felps pulsando de tesão enquanto beijava seus lábios e sentia sua língua contra a dele, a respiração ofegante e os grunhidos abafados pela sua boca... Era quase divino.

Pac gemeu alto, e fez com que Felps se afastasse.

— P-Pac... Se você continuar assim... — A voz era rouca e baixa, sua boca estava vermelha, os olhos embaralhados e o rosto quente, e suas as mãos o apertava cada vez mais.

— Espera. — Pac deu um beijo no canto de sua boca e parou de se esfregar. Felps sentiu seus batimentos cardíacos desacelerarem, nem ao menos percebera que estavam acelerados antes. — É demais se eu pedir pra você–

— Dentro? — Felps completou. — Você sempre pede isso. — A risada do amigo deixava Pac aliviado.

— É que... — Pac ergueu um pouco o corpo, quase ficando de joelhos no sofá, e voltou a masturbar o pênis de Felps lentamente enquanto descia o quadril até sentir a glande tocando sua entrada. — É tão bom.

O olhar de Felps não mentia, estava quase derretendo de tanto desejo.

— Puta merda. — Felps sentiu sua glande sendo engolida por Pac, que tirava e colocava apenas a cabeça repetidamente com o único objetivo de transformar o cérebro de Felps em purê de batata.

E estava funcionando. Felps gemeu baixinho, apertando a bunda de Pac com força. Pac começou a descer mais, até a metade do pau e voltando, sentando devagar, sentindo o membro pulsando dentro de si.

Puta merda. Puta merda. Puta merda.

Pac finalmente engoliu o falo por completo, e ficou naquela mesma posição por alguns segundos enquanto puxava Felps para um beijo longo, explorando sua boca enquanto suas línguas se tocavam.

Quando Pac finalmente começou a sentar, seus gemidos se misturaram com o barulho molhado da vagina e o estalo dos beijos. E sentir Felps apertando sua bunda com certeza só aumentava sua excitação.

Pac então parou de sentar, com metade do pênis ainda dentro de si, e ficou parado para que Felps medisse o quão fundo e rápido queria continuar. A velocidade com que Felps metia era muito maior do que a de Pac, o que fazia seu corpo estremecer e suas pernas bambearem. Pac quebrou o beijo e começou e gemer alto. Felps adorava isso.

— Pac... — Felps choramingou. — N-Não para.

E Pac obedeceu. Afundou o rosto no ombro de Felps com uma feição agoniada, e voltou a sentar com mais força, tentando manter o mesmo ritmo de Felps, que continuava gemendo baixo e tímido.

Pac sentia o pênis começando a preenchê-lo, provavelmente com pré-gozo. Aquele sentimento agonizante era cada vez maior, as sentadas cada vez mais fortes e o choro seco de frustração era glorioso.

— Felps, e-eu... Ah...

Pac gemeu alto ao sentir seu grelo se contraindo inúmeras vezes com um orgasmo gostoso e merecido, que o fazia quebrar o ritmo das sentadas e desregular sua respiração.

Felps instintivamente voltou a meter com força na vagina que se contraía em volta de si. Era tão delicioso sentir Pac gozando em seu pênis, saber que foi o responsável pelos gemidos, por fazê-lo tão manhoso e sedento.

Pac mantinha uma feição chorosa de prazer que deixava Felps maravilhado; seu cabelo agora mais bagunçado voando no ar enquanto quicava, o olhar de desejo, alívio e frustração misturados, os espasmos involuntários do orgasmo... Pac poderia pedi-lo qualquer coisa, tudo o que desejasse. Felps nunca poderia dizer não.

O beijou como se precisasse de sua boca para continuar vivo, grunhindo contra seus lábios quentes e introduzindo o dedo indicador em seu ânus.

— Pac... — Felps gemeu.

Dessa vez, Pac não esperou que Felps parasse de se mover para que voltasse a quicar; os dois continuaram juntos. Pac sentava um pouco mais devagar, enquanto Felps metia mais rápido, estimulando ainda mais suas intimidades.

— E-Eu vou...

— Por favor. — Pac cochichou com uma voz quase dolorida.

Puta merda.

Felps elevou o quadril e Pac diminuiu a velocidade quando sentiu o gozo quente fluindo dentro de si, sentindo jorrar bem fundo enquanto descia até a base do pênis e voltava, com seu clitóris mais excitado do que nunca.

— Felps– — Pac gemeu ao atingir o orgasmo novamente, desencadeado pela sensação delirante de ter seu interior preenchido com esperma.

A vagina se contraía no pênis novamente, por menos tempo do que a primeira vez, e Felps conseguia sentir o ânus do garoto apertando seu dedo, também. Pac sentiu suas pernas fraquejarem e finalmente soltou o peso de seu corpo contra Felps, que ainda sentia algumas contrações em volta de seu pau.

— Pac… — Felps beijou o pescoço do amigo. — Sério que você gozou duas vezes?

O tom era risonho e orgulhoso, como se fosse uma conquista pessoal importante.

— Talvez…? — Pac sorriu.

O garoto elevou o quadril o suficiente para que retirasse o pênis de dentro de si com cuidado, ainda com a respiração pesada e o corpo mole.

— Você tá fervendo. — Felps continuou acariciando o corpo do garoto por debaixo da camiseta, dando beijos em sua bochecha vermelha e o apertando contra si.

Felps sentiu seu próprio sêmen escorrer pela circunferência de seu pênis; sabia que sujaria sua calça, mas não se importava muito. Não queria ter que deixar Pac tão cedo. Ele estava cansado, vulnerável, e com certeza queria um afago.

Pac segurou o rosto de Felps com as mãos enquanto admirava seus olhos. O garoto sorriu com o toque, e não pode deixar de notar como Pac continuava se esfregando bem lentamente em seu membro, espalhando ainda mais o esperma entre suas intimidades.

— Confortável? — Perguntou.

— É bom. — Pac encostou a testa na dele. — Ainda posso te beijar?

— Não, beijo é só depois do casamento.

— 'Cê é bobo demais.

Suas mãos puxaram o rosto de Felps para si, lhe entregando um último beijo curto antes de deitar a cabeça em seu ombro e se aninhar num abraço aconchegante, parando de se mover aos poucos.

O som da televisão voltou a fazer sentido em seus ouvidos quando lembraram do mundo exterior, e o céu lá fora já não estava tão escuro quanto antes. Estava começando a amanhecer.

A casa ainda estava fria, mas o sofá era quente como fogo. Felps sentia o coração de Pac e a respiração quente sobre seu ombro. Seu café já estava frio na mesinha de centro, provavelmente.

Pac estava totalmente relaxado. A cautela com que Felps o segurava e mexia em seu cabelo, o jeito como as pontas de seus dedos tocavam a pele quente… Pac se sentia acolhido. Seguro. Desejado.

E Felps nunca poderia negar: Pac era irresistível.

Mas sentir seu perfume suave e beijar seus lábios não eram o suficiente. Tocar seu corpo nú de forma tão íntima e vulnerável… Nada era o suficiente. O sentimento melancólico de mantê-lo tão perto, e ainda tão longe, o deixava ansioso. Queria mais. Muito mais.

Felps queria que Pac o beijasse com amor, e não apenas desejo. Que o mostrasse afeto todos os dias, e não quando estivesse triste por outros caras. Mas a culpa não era dele. Felps nunca deveria ter dado essa abertura, por mais que quisesse tê-lo em suas mãos.

Pac havia caído no sono; o relógio marcava cinco e meia da manhã. Felps já sabia que, mais uma vez, quando o acordasse, Pac pediria para que tomassem banho juntos, e que o abraçaria na cama quando fossem dormir. E mais uma vez, acordariam no começo da tarde e almoçariam em algum fast food, fazendo piadas sobre o filme que nem assistiram e tentando não surtar com o seminário que apresentariam na faculdade mais tarde.

E aquela noite se repetiria em sua mente, de novo e de novo, sabendo que para Pac não tinha a mesma importância. Nunca teria.

It's not often they do this– this being sneaking out during the day, hiding to spend some time together.

Felps is usually against it. He is a guard, and guards are not supposed to spend one-on-one time with the inmates (although, if anything the guards would just chuckle, pat his back, and say something about 'taming this bitch'. Felps hates that). There's also the chance Cell finds them, and Cell finding out his puppet and his favorite inmate are shacking up will only result in really bad news. 

But Pac looked extra pretty today, his prison bodysuit unzipped and wrapped around his waist, leaving him in only his tank top. He sat on the tables that overlooked the sea, and the way the light shone on his skin was... divine. He looked like an angel. Felps couldn't help it, he had to have him.

Which explains why they are hidden away in an abandoned corridor, the sunlight shining through the cracks in the walls and illuminating the whole room.

They are kissing, soft and gentle. Felps is holding onto Pac's face, tilting his head as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. It's slow and loving, the way they move, and Pac feels himself get lost in it, in how tender it all is.

Felps can't remember the last time he felt this, and it's addicting.

The guard starts to slowly trail kisses down the side of Pac's face, making him gasp softly. He moves his head, and Felps gets to work, his lips ghosting over his neck. Pac sighs, his hands tangling in Felps' curly hair as the man kisses at his neck, careful not to leave any marks. He wouldn't be able to explain the marks if he did, after all.

"Felps..." Pac sighs contently, leaning his head to the side, closing his eyes.

The guard hums in Pac's neck. "Hm?"

"Nothing, it's just..." Pac trails off, his breath hitching when Felps nips at his pulse. "It's nice... you're really good at this. More? Please?"

Felps hums again, pulling away to look at him. He's met with the sight of the younger man's flushed face, his dark eyes shining and his lips kiss-bruised. He hesitates for a brief second before leaning forward, their foreheads touching. Pac stares back, his eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

"Felps?" He whispers. "Kiss me again?"

And how can he deny him?

He leans forward, connecting their mouths once more. It's much more heated than the last, Felps slipping his tongue into the younger's mouth. He's so responsive, making little noises of content and pleasure that makes him feel things. He likes pleasuring Pac, likes knowing that he's the only one who gets to do this.

Pac gasps when he feels Felps' hand go up his shirt, his hands warm and calloused against his smooth skin. The feeling of his rough hand moving against him feels nice, and he leans into his touch, craving it. He pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily, his cheeks pink.

"Please..." He whispers.

Felps raises a brow, but the look in his eyes tells him everything. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Pac doesn't hesitate. "I'm sure."

Felps looks like he's going to argue, but Pac cuts him off, grabbing the collar of his uniform. "Felps, I want you." He says. "We can make it quick, just please."

And how can he say no?

Before Felps knows, Pac is leaning against the wall of the corridor, the neon orange jumpsuit pulled down, same as his boxers. One of his legs rests on Felps' shoulder, and the guard is kissing the inside of his thigh, making his way to the wet mess between his legs. Pac is breathing heavily, one hand gripping Felps' hair while the other is over his mouth, stifling the little whimpers he lets out.

Felps' tongue darts out, licking at Pac's folds. Pac shudders, biting his lip and trying to hold back a moan. The guard can't help but smile, lapping at his hole. His eyes flicker upwards, seeing the other man's head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. The sight is beautiful.

His tongue slips in, and the cry he receives is absolutely glorious.

Felps eats him out, licking and sucking, and it takes everything in Pac to not scream. His hips jerk, trying to push Felps closer, to get him to go deeper. His back arches, and he bites his fingers to try and stifle the moans that are threatening to spill.

The guard groans against him, and Pac's eyes snap open. He looks down, his face flushed, and makes eye contact with the other man. He smiles, a glint in his eyes as he starts to move his tongue faster.

Pac gasps, his legs wrapping around Felps' neck, keeping him close. He grips his hair tighter, and his whole body trembles, his orgasm approaching fast.

"Felps..."

Then, the sound of footsteps, and both men freeze.

It's not like it's out of the ordinary for guards to walk around. However, the area they are in is a bit more secluded, and not a lot of guards like to come around here, as the place is usually abandoned and there isn't much to do. But someone is definitely walking around.

Felps' first instinct is to pull away, to cover up his inmate, and to act like nothing's wrong. He doesn't want to be caught, especially not by another guard, as he would no doubt snitch to Cell, and Felps doesn't think he's ready for that.

They stay quiet, their breaths held, and the footsteps seem to get closer. The two men glance at each other, and the panic in Felps' eyes is clear as day. They're not in a place that can hide them.

However, before he can do anything, Pac's grip on his hair tightens. Felps looks up to see Pac's reassuring smile, and he seems so confident and sure, it relaxes him.

"Just stay quiet." Pac whispers.

"What? Pac, we-"

Pac shushes him. "Shhh."

"But what about the other guard?" Felps questions. "What if they-”

"Felps, you're worrying too much."

"How are you not worried?"

Pac gives him a reassuring smile, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. "Because, I trust you. You wouldn't let anyone find us."

"That's not true." Felps responds weakly. 

The steps get louder, but instead of turning the corner to where both Pac and Felps are, they instead seem to go in the opposite direction.

The two men sigh, Pac smiling in satisfaction while Felps lets his head fall on the man's thigh. "See?" Pac whispers, and Felps looks up at him. "It's fine. Nothing happened." He gently caresses Felps' face, and the guard leans into his touch, his heart fluttering. "I believe in you."

And, fuck, does that mean a lot to him.

He wants to thank Pac, to tell him how he feels, but before he can, the inmate is pushing his face back into his crotch.

"Now," Pac starts, his voice breathy and low. "Finish what you started."

And who is Felps to deny him?

With that, the guard's tongue is back on his cunt, lapping and slurping, and it's just as good as before. Pac gasps, his body trembling, and his legs spread wider. He's panting heavily, his eyes squeezing shut as he gets closer and closer, and fuck, Felps is so good.

His tongue enters him, and Pac sees stars, his body shaking and his breath hitching. He's so close, just a little more, a little more–

Then, he feels Felps' finger rub circles around his clit, and he's done.

Later, when they're wrapped around each other's arms in Pac’s cell, Mike sleeping away on the top bunk, Felps kisses him. “I'm not doing that again any time soon.” He mumbles, smiling at the way Pac rolls his eyes. “Sorry, but I think I almost had a heart attack.”

Pac pouts. “You're no fun.”

“You love me that way.”

Honestly, they probably shouldn’t be doing this. 

“Hi.” Pac drags the word out sweetly. 

Then he presses his face against the bars, and Felps responds to his silent request with a quick kiss to his lips. 

“Hi.” There’s a laugh in his voice—something entirely too delighted slipping through. He probably shouldn’t make it obvious how much Pac effects him, but it’s hard to care when Pac smiles at him like that. “Can I come in?”

“Uh…” Pac looks back, “Mike?” 

“Yeah, whatever.” Mike shifts in bed, tugging the blankets higher up around him. “Just keep it down.” 

Felps doesn’t really think Mike approves of their situation, but he has also mentioned—with exhaustion lacing his words—that Felps is one of Pac’s better choices here. 

Although, that isn’t saying much, considering Pac’s other choice is Cell—and Felps knows Cell. 

“We will.” Felps says, moving to unlock the door. 

They don’t want to wake up the other prisoners, anyway—if they’re not already awake, that is. Felps had checked, but they probably pretend. 

He tries not to open the door too much so as not to give the creaking hinges much time to wail. Pac meets him at the door as he slips in. 

“I’ve missed you.” Pac coos, leaning into him.

“I talked to you just earlier today.” Felps says, wrapping his arms loosely around Pac’s neck. 

Pac’s face scrunches up in a frown. Cute. 

“It’s not—It’s not the same.” He presses a chaste kiss to Felps’ lips, and Felps’ heart melts. “I can’t, like, do that in public, you know?”

“I know.”

“Can you guys hurry up and have sex already?” Mike mutters. 

“Mike!” Pac hisses, whipping his head around to—presumably—send Mike a glare. Then he turns back to smile sweetly at Felps, letting out a soft laugh as he does. “But I mean… if you’d like to…?”

“I’d like to.” 

He tries not to sound too eager. He’s not so sure it works. 

Pac wraps his hand around Felps’ tie, and walks them back towards the bed. It’s a loose grip—not even really dragging him—but it still makes something in Felps’ chest flutter. 

Pac sits down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide enough for Felps to stand in between them. And this time Pac does tug—uses the tie to pull Felps down into a kiss. Felps lets his hands slide up to curl into Pac’s hair, while Pac drops the tie to snake his arms around Felps’ back. 

This kiss is more intense than the last few. Felps loves the little sweet ones of course—loves any bit of affection Pac is willing to give him—but there’s something addicting about these kisses. Something that has him barely taking the time to take in a quick breath before diving back in. 

Pac matches his enthusiasm. Pulls away from the kiss only so he can press a trail of smaller ones down Felps’ jaw and neck towards the collar of his shirt. Wraps his legs around Felps’ waist to get him closer so he can try to grind against him. 

Felps laughs softly, a pleasant heat spreading through his body. He’s halfway through getting the jumpsuit off of Pac’s shoulders when Pac’s hands come up to tug at the knot of his tie. 

“Can I?” Pac asks after a beat of hesitation—a muted nervousness in his expression that Felps would do anything to chase away. 

But… 

They have rules for a reason. Felps doesn’t want Pac to take his shirt off for a reason. 

Sure, Pac and Mike already know about his connection to Cell—and Felps would have to be blind not to notice Pac’s own connection to the guy—but the bold tattoo branding his skin seems like it’d be hard to wave away. Felps quite honestly—and admittedly selfishly—doesn’t want to give this up due to an uncertainty of where his loyalties lie. 

“Just the first button or so.” Pac continues hurriedly. “Like… I wanna do something, but I know you’ll want to cover it up.” 

Well… it’s not like he can see the tattoo with only the first button open.

“Okay.” 

And any of his remaining fears are washed away when Pac smiles at him. 

The quiet hiss of the tie sliding against itself as Pac unties it sounds almost too loud for the quiet of the night. Or maybe that’s just Felps. The intimacy of someone undressing him is something he’s only received maybe once before—and certainly not from Pac. 

It’s new territory. Terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Felps thinks he could drown in it. 

Pac slides the tie out of his collar, and considers it for a moment. 

“You know, we could probably tie you up with this. Like, your hands, yeah?” Pac muses. Then he looks up at Felps with a cheeky smile, and drops the tie on the bed next to him. “Next time. We can—we can talk about it next time, maybe, you know?”

“If you want.”

“Ah.” Pac frowns exaggeratedly. It’s an old argument, and Felps already knows what he’s going to say next. “One of these days we’re going to do something you want.”

“I do want this.” 

“You know what I mean.” Pac huffs out. 

“Yeah, I know.” Felps laughs, and presses a lingering kiss to Pac’s lips. “Maybe when one of those escape plans of yours works we can talk.”

Pac schools his face into the perfect picture of innocence. 

“What? Me? With escape plans?” He huffs again—more dramatic this time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, officer.” 

Felps grimaces. He hates when Pac calls him that, but he did kind of walk into it. 

“Weren’t you undressing me?” Felps prompts. 

Pac’s eyes light up, and he hurries back to his task. He pops the first button open—the one holding his collar together—then quickly moves down to pop the next one open, too. Thankfully, though, he stops there. 

“Weren’t you undressing me?” Pac says, tugging Felps’ shirt aside as best as he can. 

“That’s true, I was.” 

He goes back to it as best as he can while Pac explores the newly exposed patch of skin with his mouth. Littering small kisses there while Felps works to get Pac’s jumpsuit down to his waist. 

Things start to click into place when he feels Pac sucking a mark on his chest, and then moving on to do it again nearby. 

“Oh, you wanted to—“ Felps cuts himself off with a quiet laugh. 

Really, he should’ve realised this is what Pac was talking about. He tries to push down his bubbling, rising nervousness at the idea. 

Pac hums, and pulls back to look up at him. 

“Is that okay?” 

It’s kind of too late, isn’t it? 

“Sure.” 

Until Cell wants to see the tattoo again, and asks where the hickies came from, at least.

It’s not like they’re exclusive, it’s just that Cell’s… possessive. To put it lightly.

“Sorry.” Pac says while re-buttoning his shirt. “Sorry, I’ll stop.” 

But Pac’s expression of innocence sits just a little wrong on his face. Maybe he’s possessive, too. 

“It’s okay.” 

Felps would be lying if he said he doesn’t like the thought of Pac being possessive over him—despite the complications it might bring. He kisses Pac again and sinks into it, trying to shove the last of his nervousness away.

When they pull back from each other, Felps sinks to his knees, and Pac hurries to push the jumpsuit and his boxers past his hips. Felps helps him get them the rest of the way off, and passes them up to be discarded on the bed next to his tie. 

Felps wishes he could take more time with this. Maybe suck marks into his thighs until they’re trembling—tease him until he’s pushing Felps’ head to where he wants it. But, unfortunately, they’ve already wasted enough time. Felps needs to get back to his patrol before someone starts to wonder where he is. 

Without any preamble, Felps leans forward to lick from his hole to his clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves when he reaches it. Pac yelps—a cut off, half smothered thing—as his hips twitch forward and a hand flies down to curl into Felps’ hair. 

Felps hums against him in amusement, then dips back down to his hole so he can work his tongue into him. Pac’s hand tightens in his hair, a muffled noise slipping past his lips as Felps licks at him. 

Pac shifts his hips to the pace Felps sets, so when Felps moves up to focus his mouth on Pac’s clit again he replaces his tongue with his fingers. He thrusts two in, trying not to think too hard about how loud the wetness of it sounds in the quiet of the prison as he curls his fingers in search for Pac’s g-spot. 

He knows he’s found it when Pac’s thighs tighten around his head—his hips stuttering in their movement for a moment before he starts up again more insistent. 

Felps lets himself be urged into the new pace. Laps at Pac’s clit as he thrusts his fingers to meet Pac’s hips. 

Above him, Pac is panting. Slowly unravelling as more and more noises slip past his lips, only partially muffled by the hand clamped over his mouth.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming—urging Felps impossibly closer as he grinds against his tongue, riding out the wave. 

Then his hand slips from Felps’ hair in a caressing gesture as he collapses back against the mattress, catching his breath. 

Felps stands up, wipes his face off on the sheets, then lies down next to Pac. Who immediately shifts to curl into him. 

As much as it lights something warm in his chest, it makes his heart ache a little. Because he can’t just stay here. Can’t bask in the sleepy aftermath. All they get are these quick, stolen moments, and Felps wishes desperately they could have more than that.

“I have to go.” He whispers. 

Pac groans, pressing closer. Then he pulls away. 

“Can I put your tie on?” 

“Okay, sure.”

They sit up, and Pac starts tying his tie for him. A concentrated look on his face—his tongue sticking out a little—as he tries to focus on getting it right. 

He’s so beautiful. Felps wants to kiss him senseless and never stop. 

“There.” Pac says, as he tightens the tie a little. 

Then he uses it to tug Felps into a kiss—something slow, sweet, and lingering. 

“When we escape,” Pac murmurs against his lips, “I’m taking you with me.” 

“I thought you didn’t have any escape plans.” Felps teases. 

“Shh.” Pac leans forward to whisper into his ear, lowering his voice as he does. “Don’t tell.”

Felps can’t quite suppress his shiver, and Pac pulls back with a quiet laugh. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to—?” Pac starts. 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Felps kisses him again. Because he can, and he won’t be able to for a while. “Goodnight. And good luck with escaping.” 

“Thank you.” Pac says, a mischievous grin on his face, and he’s so, so beautiful. “Goodnight.”

The door creaks softly when he opens it. He slips out of the cell, and locks it up. And as he’s walking away, he can’t help but glance back. 

He meets Pac’s eyes and smiles. Then he waves, watches as Pac blows him a kiss, before walking out of sight. 

——

Valigma is just a few hours away, and Pac can't sleep for the life of him.

The trip to the boat has been nice, it's good to see people from his old prison days around in an environment that's not… prison.

But someone caught his eye when they saw each other in the forest.

Felps was his favorite guard from Alcatraz. Always kind, let him sneak around, have some privileges and of course, the sex was always great.

At first, Pac felt filthy, letting his body be used for prison favors so he could survive, but Felps didn't make him feel that way. He was sweet, made him feel whole, and, unlike other guards or prisoners, didn’t treat him as just a way to let out pent-up energy.

So that's why he can't sleep, trust him, he's tried several positions but there are so many positions you can have in a single bed in his room. 

And then he accidentally rubbed his legs together and pleasure shot up as he whined, the memories of oh so many years ago flooding his brain.

Pac pulled the covers away from his body and got up from bed, sneaking away from his bedroom.

The halls on the ship are silent, not a single light on, the sound of the engine accompanying Pac as he threaded through a few corridors before he stopped in front of a door, the same one that he remembers Felps going in a few hours earlier.

He fixes his hair, trying to look presentable before knocking on the door, gently to not disturb others but still firm so Felps could hear it.

Light steps could be heard on the other side before it was unlocked and opened, the man he wanted on the other side.

Felps was already handsome when they were in prison, curly hair trimmed to perfection as the police standards are, but now years later, things are different.

Felps's hair is longer, he has several tattoos peeking from under his sleepwear, and his body is still slim, but there's also that bit of muscle there that Pac is so fond of. All this to say, Felps had aged like fine wine and Pac hoped himself had too.

“Pac?” He asks, his voice a bit groggy.

“Hey.” Pac waves his hand, attempting to shove them back in his pockets before realizing he's not wearing his usual hoodie, “Uh– Sorry to bother you, I just–” ‘want to kiss and have sex with you literally hours after we saw each other again for the first time in years’ “Want to have a chat. We haven’t seen each other in so long–”

“Yeah, uh, come in.” The taller man steps aside, “It might be a little bit cramped though.” He rubbed the back of his neck and Pac just smiled, entering the room.

“Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be the first time we’re in a tiny room together, right?” Pac jokes and he watches as color blooms in Felps’ cheeks, dark skin colored so beautifully just like years before.

Pac leans against the tiny desk and watches as Felps closes the door, “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“Uh– No you didn’t, don’t worry. I kinda have to get up in a couple of hours, so it’s good you’re here to– uhm– pass time.”

Silence befalls between them as Pac rocks on his heels, fingers tracing the wood of the desk delicately, intently watching Felps’ in the tiny cramped room, both men just a foot or two apart.

“Pac–”

“I–” Both men start at the same time before Pac laughs, “Sorry, you go first.”

“I– Be honest with me, why are you here, truly?” Felps takes a step forward, almost crowding Pac against the desk, “I can tell you’re hiding something. I always could.”

Pac tries to break eye contact but finds it too hard, eyes stuck in dark brown pools that seem to go on forever. The words, the true words he wanted to tell, get stuck inside his throat. But if words don’t work, he can always act.

With expertise, he pulls Felps by his sleeping shirt and crashes their lips together. The kiss doesn’t last maybe more than 3 seconds, but it’s enough to get his point across.

When Pac pulls back, he stares at Felps, whose face is red, “That’s– What I came here for.” He says, hands curling against his cheek, “And more. If you’ll have me.”

Felps stays motionless for a few moments before his hands cup Pac’s face, “Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” The taller man says after pulling away and Pac only nods, before they’re kissing again.

This kiss is rougher, reminding Pac of their old prison days, where he and Felps needed to be quick with their hookups, just in case someone passed by where they were.

Pac sighs contently against the lips of the other, letting his hands sneak down from his chest to go under his shirt, hands tracing the skin he used to be so familiar with. His fingers teased against a nipple and he heard Felps release a quiet whimper, deepening the kiss as Pac opened his mouth, a tongue entering it.

They kept kissing until they were both out of the air and Felps pulled back, face flushed as he pulled his sleeping shirt off and got back to kissing Pac, humming against his lips and hands sneaking under to grab Pac’s ass and pull him in, a slight hardened cock being pressed against Pac’s wanting core, making him moan loudly in anticipation.

He needed that cock inside him, but first–

He pushed Felps by his chest until he felt him stop, the sound of the back of the other’s legs hitting the bed as he sat and pulled Pac into his lap, the erection being even more obvious from his angle.

Pac pulls off the kiss, a line of spit connecting their lips as he leans his forehead against the others.

“I want to suck you off.” He whispers passionately and swears he sees the size of Felps’s pupils double as he nods, grip on Pac’s waist loosening as the man gets off the lap and separates his legs with his hands before sitting on his knees right in front of him, eye level with his stomach and of course, the bulge in front of him.

Calloused hands sneak around the waistband before pulling it down, revealing his quivering length immediately as Pac felt his mouth water in preparation.

Felps whined lowly when Pac grabbed his cock, hands pushing down the skin and revealing the slit, already leaking a bit of pre-cum, opening his mouth as his tongue wet his lips and finally, enveloped the start of the length.

Pac closed his eyes but kept attention to Felps’ sounds as he slowly took more of the shaft inside his mouth. It wasn’t the biggest length Pac had ever had inside his mouth, but it was decently large and thick, so he took his time, pulling off when he needed air, not looking forward to hurting himself or Felps, at least not tonight.

“M-Meu deus–” Pac felt a hand grab the back of his head, fingers tangling on his hair, not pushing him down, but not pulling him off either.

It was when Pac was more than two-thirds of the length in, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, making Felps gasp, hand pulling harshly on his hair as Pac moaned around the cock.

Then Felps involuntarily thrust his hips, making dick meet the back of Pac’s throat and the man gagged, pulling off to cough a bit before continuing with even more eagerness.

“Merda– You’re doing so well, Pac– You look so pretty right now– With your lips around my cock– Ah~” That makes Pac moan, as he finally reaches the end of his journey, cock fully hard on his mouth as he breathes in the scent of Felps’s dark bush of curls, so familiar and yet so strange.

He continues sucking and taking the length inside his mouth for a good while, not caring about how his face felt sore or the tears that started to gather in the corner of his eyes.

“A-Ah~ Pequi–” The little pet name makes him moan around the cock, “I’m gonna cum–”

At that, Pac pulls off entirely, a thin string of saliva connecting Felps’ flushed and wet cock to his lips as he whines at the loss when he’s so close–

“Sorry, I just–” He breathes in, “I want you to fuck me. Please?”

Felps moans but nods, hand leaving Pac’s hair as he pulls the man up and into a bruising kiss, moans being drowned and muffled into it.

Pac feels his own pants get pushed down, now standing in only a thin sleeping tank top as Felps runs his hands on his legs, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. He is suddenly pulled into bed, both men separating their mouths as Pac lays and Felps hovers above him, opening his legs, the shorter man whining as his wet cunt is exposed as Felps kisses his way down from his jaw to his neck.

Then two fingers are plunged inside his cunt and Pac is a goner, eyes rolling back as he arches his hips, trying to get more friction, hands going and pulling on his curly hair.

“P-Porra– I missed you– I missed you, your kisses, your touch, your cock–” Pac praises, and Felps hums against his skin, “I miss our prison escapades– I can’t wait to have you inside me again– Ah~”

Felps bites the skin of his collarbone and Pac sobs, feeling Felps’ long fingers scissor his entrance while the other flicks his t-dick.

“Por favor– Agora– Eu preciso do seu pau, Felps–” He pleads and feels his cunt be emptied before finally, the tip of his hard dick pokes at his entrance before slowly but surely sliding inside him, both men sighing in pleasure as Felps grabs Pac’s hips, using the leverage of the side of the bed to enter fully, his thickness spearing Pac’s pussy.

“F-Fuck– Ah~ Y-Yeah, sim, like this~” Pac praises, and Felps grunts, pulling the hips in full into his length, pelvises touching as Pac rakes his nails across his naked back.

Both men take some time to adjust to the tightness as Pac captures Felps’ lips, kissing him as he finally starts moving.

He thrusts once his length is fully out and Pac lets out a pleasured gasp, nails scratching the skin as Felps growls, tightening his grip on Pac’s waist, but maintaining the slow pace.

“Please– Faster–” He asks and Felps complies, fucking him harder and faster, Pac shuddering as he gripped tighter on the man’s back, “Y-Yeah– Assim mesmo–”

Both men stayed silent except for whimpering and moaning every time they would meet, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Felps isn’t usually much of a talker during sex, he’s been like that for years. The maximum he does is when he’s getting blown and even then it's a bit rare. But Pac doesn’t mind, he can talk to compensate both of them during it.

So he does.

“Porra– You’re so good for me– I love it so much–” He says breathlessly, kissing Felps’ jaw, “Your cock is so good– You’re doing so well, Felpi– Just– Ah~ Keep fucking me, baby.”

Felps growls, sounds of pleasure becoming more and more prominent, a signal Pac remembers as an indicator Felps is close to cumming.

Then Pac feels a hand sneak down, twisting and pinching his engorged clit and Pac rolls his eyes, also feeling himself get close.

“M-Meu deus– Please– I’m close, Felpi– Do it again, por favor– Please, fuck me and do that again–”

The man above him complies, timing his thrusts with each tease on his dick and after a short while, Pac tumbles over, moaning, shivering, and arching his back as his cunt spasms around the cock, dragging Felps even closer to the sun.

“I’m close– Pequi– Ah–” He says, pulling out for a bit longer but Pac pulls him in into a hug, nuzzling the side of his face and purrs into his ear.

“Come in me. I need you to fill me up.” He pleads, breathlessly, still suffering the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Pac watches as Felps’s eyes glaze over and he increases the pace of his thrusting, and finally, his body goes motionless as he thrusts deep inside the shorter Brazilian, cum spilling inside his sex as Pac moans, feeling stuffed by not only his own cum, but Felps’ and his length, buried deep.

Finally, Pac watches as Felps falls on top of him, heavy breathing, eyes closed as Pac rakes his hands through his hair, both men getting their heart rates into a normal pace. Pac is the first one to say something.

“Can I sleep here?”

Felps raises his head from where he was laying it and looks at him with a nice smile, “Of course.” He kisses Pac and pulls out his cock, cum slipping down into the sheets

“Let’s hope they don’t ask any questions tomorrow.” Pac jokes, moving so he’s properly lying in bed and Felps hugs him from his front, kissing the top of his head and pulling the covers up.

“Just– Just a warning I will need to get up in a few hours to go help the captain pilot the boat, are you okay with me leaving?”

Pac snuggles closer, “You won’t be gone forever. I’ll see you in the morning. But can you let me–”

“Huh?” Felps looks down at the man, whose face is flushed.

“Can I cockwarm you? Just until you need to go?”

Felps chuckles, kissing his forehead before Pac feels a hand sneak between both of them and he feels the softened shaft enter inside as he sighs in pleasure. 

“Obrigado.” He kisses Felps quickly and sweetly before snuggling into his embrace and closing his eyes.