#jakemaddox

“Hey pretty boy!” Beside him, along the other side  of the holding cell, was a guard who called out to Stu from beyond a bearded mouth that plucked a toothpick from between his giant, big bunny teeth. Stu turned to look at him through the rusty metal bars but refrained from moving. He refused to give up his seat and make it easy for the greaser standing behind him to butt fuck him the first chance he gets. He’s heard the stories about prison bitches and while the idea of getting fucked by another man was no longer a universal taboo anymore, that didn’t mean Stu was interested. “Time for your one phone call. 5 minutes, get up let’s go.”

As Stu turned his head to take in a sideways glance at the greaser, he stood up quickly and stalked towards the opening door that swung apart to let him out of the community cell, holding block. From there, his feet dragged as he was ushered towards one of the six payphones lining up against the wall. Given that his mother would flip her shit and likely leave him there to rot, Stu decided to call the one and only person he knew would have his back and bail him out, with the least questions asked. His parabatai, Jake Maddox. You know, unless Jake was too busy nailing the fuck out of his girlfriend to stop and pick up the damn phone.

As Jake’s cell rang and rang and rang and then finally, was answered, Stu quietly picked up on the sounds of a masculine, strenuous sigh. The kind of sigh one gives after fucking his way through an entire sorority. If only.. that was Stu’s life right now instead of being holed up in this shithole thanks to Sheriff Doofy as they liked to call him because both Stu and Jake were immature. “Yo, this conversation’s gotta be quick. I only got five minutes so I’m gonna cut to the chase, I need you to strap your dick back on and come bail me the fuck outta here, quick.”