#tweener

Two weeks into Fox River, and David Apolskis was already in deep. Not that he’d admit it out loud, he still carried that same cocky smirk, the same wisecracks, like he wasn’t just some kid tossed into a pit full of wolves.

That was why he’d latched onto Michael and Sucre, desperate to get into their friendship, a guard at both of his sides. They had something for him, just like they did you. Protection, maybe even a plan—and Tweener wanted in, wanted somewhere to belong, and get close to you.

You, who kept her head down, stayed in her own lane during PI hours. Never wanting to set John off. But yet always sat at the same chow table with them, out of your shell and a whole new person.

So when Bellick brought David that PI ID card one day after yard, he was thrilled. Knew he’d gotten in with the right people, knew he’d get close to you just like he wanted.

-

The following day, David’s walking in like he owns it. Like he isn’t an 18 year old that just graduated high school this past year. But hearing him talk all day, about anything and everything, his smirk and carefree attitude got to you. Like maybe there was something worth your while in this place, not just John and PI every day.

David made his way over, sliding into step beside you like it was natural.

“So,” he started, tossing the card between his hands like it was a trick. “Guess we’re coworkers now, huh?”

You look up at him, trying to seem uninterested, “when you start doing real work, then we might be.”

He blinked, thrown off for a second before his mouth curled into a smirk. “That a challenge? ‘Cause, y’know, I’m real good with challenges.”

You didn’t answer, instead going back to your work. David stayed near anyways, taking anyone’s ear off that’ll listen, half-ass sweeping the floor like that was a job on a checklist.

-

Later that week, you and John standing off to the side of the break room, talking about something on the job. Sucre walking over to David when he notices him staring, telling him he better watch himself.

“Relax,” Tweener said, hands raised. “Just bein’ friendly.”

“Friendly’ll get you shanked in here if you don’t watch it.” Sucre whispered.

But by the time those words left his mouth, David was already focused back on you. Determined to get friendly to work on you.

-

By the end of the week, Michael finally spoke up.

“You’re getting comfortable,” he said quietly, like it was both an observation and a warning.

Tweener shrugged, tugging at his collar. “Just workin’, man.”

Michael’s eyes flicked to you, then back to him. “Be careful where you put your trust.”

Tweener’s grin faltered, his head tilting, but he didn’t answer. Because Michael was right, he always was. Yet David couldn’t help but keep trying to get you to crack, show him you really are interested.

-

The swings of mallets and hammers echoed through the break room, everyone trying to just get this done, too hot to be stuffed inside. When John spoke up, saying there was more supplies in storage needed. So when you offered to go, David jumped at the opportunity to follow.

The storage room was quiet. Too quiet. Away from the scraping, the yelling, the endless grind of PI. The door clicked behind you, the heavy sound of it shutting making the space feel smaller.

As soon as you and David were walking in, he was running his mouth. “God, we should stay in this AC all day, better than that dusty ass room”.

“You get what we need, and we go back. I’m not wasting all day in here and then getting in trouble with Bellick” you spoke back, already getting irritated.

“So, then” he said after a beat, “is this the part where you tell me to quit following you around? ‘Cause, just FYI, I don’t listen so good.”

“I can tell” was all you spoke back, still looking for cleaning supplies.

“Yeah, well, silence is overrated.” He grinned, stepping closer. “Besides, if I’m gonna spend my days bustin’ my ass for Bellick, I’d rather do it next to someone who doesn’t look like they’re about to stab me in the neck.”

“You just don’t quit do you?” You asked. Then paused, thinking about what would shut any 18 year old up for five minutes.

Walking up to David, a hand pressing against his chest, slightly pushing him against the wall. “I’m gonna give you ten minutes, if you’re not done by then, you’ll be out of luck”.

David looked at you confused, head tilted like some puppy dog. “What’d you mean, we already got everything”.

Instead of responding back, your hand gripped his shirt, pulling him down just enough to meet you. Pressing your lips against his and pressing hard. Slipping your tongue in, fighting his as David’s hands went to your waist, gripping the waistband of your sweatpants.

“I see girl, now this I can get behind” David muttered out, grinning wide as he pulled away from you for a moment. Not letting go of you or moving from the wall.

Instead of speaking, you dropped to your knees, his prison-issued sweatpants and boxers being pulled clean down. His cock standing straight out, hard and long, leaking pre-cum already.

Wrapping your mouth around David, already sucking hard, your tongue swirling around the end of his cock. David moaning loud when your hand came up and wrapped around the base, jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

David started moaning louder and louder as you bobbed your head back and forth, before you finally stopped for a second and slapped his side. “Ah, what the hell” David yelped, slightly jumping from it.

You slowly pulled off his cock, rubbing him against your stuck-out tongue, slapping it against your mouth for a final time, pre-cum and spit connecting you both as you pulled away. “Be quiet or we’re done” you whispered as you stood up.

Standing swiftly, you stripped your sweatpants and underwear down just enough, and leaning on one of the shelves for support. Pushing your ass back at David, looking back as he spat on his own hand and stroked his cock.

“This is so worth being in prison, yo” David laughed, gripping his cock and sinking it right into your pussy. a low groan escaping his lips at the feel of you enveloping his aching cock.

“Fuck, David. You’ve gotta keep moving” you whimpered, reaching back for his forearm, begging him to go faster before someone came in.

Your back arching as you pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts. David set a rapid pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the storage room. Neither one of you caring anymore.

David’s thrusts getting sloppier, a small whine dropping from his mouth, his face contorting when pleasure spread throughout his body. You reciprocating, lifting one foot onto a shelf and whining, feeling David’s hand wrap around your front, finding your clit and rubbing hard.

With a final, hard thrust, David buried himself balls-deep inside you. his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finished. Groaning loudly, forgetting for a moment where he was.

David gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he emptied himself deep in your stomach, hot and wet. Ignoring your soft protest of him cumming in you.

For a moment, you both remained still, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. “You’re not telling anyone about this, David” you whispered. Slowly leaning forward, letting David’s now soft cock slip out of you, his cum dripping out.

“Hell no, never, not if it means I get to do that again” David boasted, tucking himself back into his sweats, while you shakily pulled your own up, David’s cum soaking your panties.

Looking back at David, trying to be serious “Okay, whatever, if that’ll keep you quiet” grumbling.