Chapter 9

“Is it morning already?” Paul moaned before he’d even opened his eyes.

Carter jerked backwards, hitting his head on the wall of the cell. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out and reached back to rub the back of his head. Staring straight ahead, he hoped Paul hadn’t felt his furtive kisses.

He’d forgotten about the erection still tenting his pants.

“You look how I feel,” smiled Paul, staring through squinted eyes at Carter’s erection.

Carter felt his cheeks flush a second time.

“Can’t help nature,” he replied, smiling weakly.

Paul rolled onto his front, still sluggish and reluctant to join the new day completely; if in fact it was a new day. It was difficult to tell anything from their dim surroundings. And in the process of turning over he made sure his hand landed on Carter’s crotch, where it rested; his fingers wrapping themselves around the hard cock sticking conspicuously out.