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Johnathan mouthed at his navel for a moment, then blew on it. Edward jerked against his constraints, moaned again, then came back to himself enough to bite Johnathan's hand. Johnathan yelped and withdrew, and Edward drew himself furiously upright, clutching the bedframes for support. He was embarrassingly hard, and more than a little dizzy. The stripes of moonlight against the wall seemed almost to shift and waver in the corner of his vision.
“You--” He started, waving an angry finger, “You can't just--”
“Shh!”
“Shh yourself!” Edward retorted, not to be deterred from a good scolding regardless of monsters or uncomfortable levels of arousal. “I'd like to know just what you--”
Johnathan grabbed him again, this time far more roughly, and pinned him flat on his back, Edward's wrists in his hands, his groin under his knee.
“Will you shut up?” Johnathan hissed, hysteria lacing every syllable. “They get mad when you don't believe in them!”
There was a moment of complete silence, as both men listened intently to the darkness and one of the men valiantly refrained from humping the other's knee. Someone screamed, far away, then another inmate, nearby, and they both shivered. Johnathan's head dropped once more to the crook of Edward's neck, as if he were hiding his eyes, and his breath against Edward's wet nipple was almost too much to bear.
“Just...” Johnathan murmured, “Just work with me. Please.”
“Okay,” Edward said meekly. “Sure. Got it.” Johnathan's hands were releasing his wrists, tracing lower, “Monsters-- haaah, m-monsters are coming for you.”
Johnathan breathed hard in his ear, his lips tracing the outside edge. His hands drifted farther down. “Us,” he said. “We're it.”
“And they won't get us if we, if we have, nnnNNn, god. If we.” Edward pressed himself up into Johnathan's hand, hot and firm and good and oh. Oh, yes.
Another scream pierced the night.
“Yes.” Johnathan murmured.
“You have,” Edward panted, “The most, ah, the most fucked up wet-dreams, Johnathan, I really mean it. Oh, god. Don't stop.”
Jonathan bit into the lobe of his ear, wet, burning pain spreading like a dark pool through Edward's skin. He could feel the other man's length sliding along his, all heat and hardness, and Johnathan's fingers around them both, stroking almost gently. Johnathan's breath in his ear sounded vast and deafening, the exhalations of some enormous, unknowable monster, curling through his hair like ghost fingers.
The screams were picking up, in their ward, coming closer, shockingly loud and insane. Edward was making a thin, high whine with every stroke of Johnathan's hand and shaft, and he had his fingers dug into the hard planes of his cell-mate's back, feeling every move and shift.
The bars of light against the wall looked like bones, like ribs.
“More,” He moaned. “There. Yes. More.”
“Shhh,” Said Johnathan, and Edward trembled all over.
A final scream sounded, from just the next cell over, and both men came explosively.
“God.” Said Edward, after he had gotten his breath back. “You. I just. That was just. Uh.”
“Mmm.” Johnathan agreed.
“Sometimes...”
“Mmm?”
“Sometimes I can almost see why they lock us up.”
(Fin)
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