Consequences

Beans

Chapter 19.

Winston POV

Cans, cans and oh... more fucking cans. That, and a thousand different thoughts is all that's been keeping me busy for the last couple of days. Cans, you may ask? Yes. Let me clearify this for you. My newest task consists of opening up cans in a special way to take out all different kids of drugs and then hide it all somewhere safely where no one can find. And to make it even more time consuming, only a few of the delivered cans contain drugs, so it's actually one big treasure hunt to search for the right ones.

Most drugs I have never even seen before, who are now my responsibility. I'm probably holding a fortune right now. It's definitely as insane as it sounds.

And no, this all is not part of working at commissary. No way Charlie or me would've orderd thís much cans of beans ourselves. We're not stupid.

It's all part of my new job I unintentionally seem to have earned. Because believe it or not, I'm working for the De la Cruzes now. Not that I had much of a choice though. Monty can be weirdly convincing if he has too.

Speaking of Monty, I haven't spoken to him since the kiss we shared in the janitors closet. Because oh my, that kiss. It was something beyond this planet. Everytime I think back about it my whole body starts to shake, the adrenaline of it still rushing rapidly through my veins. Even in my previous relationship have I never experienced something like this. That kiss, it was everything. His soft lipt. The familiarity of his tongue so easily exploring my mouth, without any hesitation. The way he slowly let his hands travel over my body while pulling me close to his chest. The security I felt once his strong arms had wrapped themselves around me.

I think this moment has earned itself a pretty decent spot in my brain. It basically swallowed it whole, because now I can't even think about something else other than that stupid goddamn kiss.

So that's why I'm now stuck to this god awful job. No way I could've said no after that kiss, feeling completely hypnotized by Monty and his mesmerizing beauty. The boy had me completely under his spell and I knew it was exactly where he wanted me to be. And apparently also where I wanted to be, because now I secretly can't wait for such moment to happen again. How desperate that may sound.

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Only a few more cans and I was done for today. Seems like I survived yet another day without getting caught. Makes me wonder how long it'll last. My days are basically counted. It's just a matter of time before one of the guards will accidentally walk in on me and throw my ass right into SHU if not worse. I tried to tell Monty I'm not made for this lifestyle. I'm way too anxious to be sneaking around like this. I have never heard of a poker-face, nor had one to begin with. People will catch it immediately if there's something unusual about me, something that's out of my control.

Unfortunately Monty wouldn't listen. He never fucking does so I've learned. So it seems like the only way for me to dig into that deep skull of his is to get caught. And even then I doubt he would care. The boy doesn't seem to care much about anything that goes on around him. So no way he would care about someone like me. In my wildest dreams maybe...

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My 'working' proces suddenly got disturbed by someone walking into the already cramped up backroom, the place where I had set up my secret office. It was Monty, appearing to be in a remarkably cheerful mood today. Speaking of the devil. He was probably happy to see that his plan had worked out. Me dutifully following his orders, like the idiot I am. I looked up at him, studying his face. I don't think I've seen him looking this excited before. Excitement, an emotion I was far from feeling at the moment.