Trying To Maintain

T W E N T Y

Drill

"Just let me put the tip in real quick," I say kissing on his neck as he finishes brushing his teeth at our sink.

"No, bitch. I'm getting ready to go to work," he tells me after he spits the excess toothpaste in the toilet.

"I know, that's why I said just the tip," I grind against his ass.

He smacks his teeth "so you going to pull out after you put the tip in for a few seconds?" He asks wiping his face with a towel.

Hell naw.

"Well no, bu-"

"But shit. I'm not trying to walk around limping and half ass tired because you being selfish and want to fuck. I told you we got it later since it's burger day." He says with an attitude. He pushes me back and goes to put on his jumpsuit.

"But it's been a minute since I been in you, bae." I pout hoping he'd give in.

He rolls his eyes at that, "it's been four fucking days, nigga."

"Exactly! I'm finna have blue balls fucking with you." He just rolls his eyes again but doesn't say anything else. I just watch his fine ass as he finishes getting dressed to leave.

"You'll be alright," he raises up off my bunk from putting his shoes on. Once he is done and has his tennis shoes on, he gets up and kisses me on the lips. "Be good," he says seriously.

I kiss him a few more times, "I'm always good, baby." I tell him smiling.

"Right," he shakes his head and turns to walk away.

Now he know I'm not having that. Them little punk ass pecks ain't do nothing for me. I turn him back around and kiss him deeply. He responds well to it and gets just as into it as I do.

"I love you," I tell him pulling away from him to look in his eyes.

He smiles, but tries to hide it. "You always saying some gay shit. But I'm gone," and I get one more peck before he leaves out of our cell.

I smile and shake my head at him. It's been two years of us doing this, and this nigga is still as difficult as ever. He was the one that said he love me first, but now he only say it when we doing it. As a matter of fact, the first time he said it was while I was balls deep.

I know he mean it when he say it though based off the way he act. Though he is still difficult and stubborn in a lot of ways, he has also come a long way. He is more affectionate, he acts more comfortable around me, and he makes more of an effort than he has before. He very jealous and possessive, but I got my own flaws too, so I don't make a fuss about it.

Since I know he is going to be gone for at least a good few hours, I go ahead and go to Zoe and Kenneth's cell. "What it do, Zoe?" I ask knocking on the doorframe as I walk in.

"What's good, jit?" He asks me in return.

"Ain't shit, my nigga. Aye, you mind if I use that toy?"

"Nah, bih. You know if I got it you do too," he tells me getting up to grab it.

"I appreciate you, fam. Real talk," I tell him genuinely. It's rare you find a nigga in the pen, hell really in life period, that genuinely is a real friend that got your back. Add on that you can count on them and they want nothing in return. I definitely consider him a lifelong friend.

"Ain't no thing, my nigga," he says as he passes me the toy. "I got to ask though, when you plan on telling Boot?"

I blow out a breath as if I'm exhausted. Truth is, the thought of Boot finding out does exhaust me. "Man I keep telling myself when the time is right, but you know how he is. He a hot head, he not going to hear me out or nothing."