+| The Warden |+ [mxb]

The Warden +| Six |+

Hi dearies sorry it's been so long. I wanted to write this chapter special as a deeper look into Jackson, his past, and his mind.

+| Jackson Steele |+

I paused my typing on the computer when a buzz from the intercom came through. I sighed and picked up the phone on my desk, pressing the buttons of the hallway number so I could answer the right person.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Jackson sir," a quiet voice came through on the line.

"Yes Luke?" I asked, gently massaging my temples with my free hand.

"He's here again."

"Jerry is?"

"Mhm... he keeps peeking at me."

"I'll be there in a minute."

I stood from my desk chair and stretched, my back popped and my shoulder muscles loosened slightly. Jerry was a character, a hallucination if you will, that often followed Luke around. I had known Luke since the first day I worked here, he was a sweet kid, but his mind was haunted.

I'd first learned about Jerry when Luke asked me to shoo him away from under his bed. Obviously, I was quite puzzled at first when I saw nobody underneath the bed. But Luke insisted that I get him away, so I shooed off the imaginary person and Luke was peaceful yet again. It happened often, at least twice a week.

When I reached Luke's hallway, hallway 11, I was met with his face being squished up against the glass window on the hallway door. He grinned at me when he saw me, waving his hand frantically in the air.

I smiled back at him as I unlocked the hallway door, gently closing it behind me before I addressed Luke.

"So where is he hiding this time?" I inquired.

"You wouldn't believe me," Luke slapped a hand over his mouth, trying not to giggle.

"Try me." I huffed a laugh at his 'serious' expression.

"He is laying under a stall door in the bathroom."

"Really?" I followed as Luke scampered to the bathroom, opening the door and practically running in.

The door shut before I could enter, but soon enough Luke's face popped out. "What are you doing out here?" Luke questioned seriously, "Jerry isn't here. He's inside."

"Right, sorry." I entered the bathroom and looked at where Luke was pointing.

There was nothing but a small yellow stain, most likely someone missed the toilet.

"Go away!" Luke yelled at the floor, his eyes accusing, "you never leave me alone!"

"Get out of here Jerry," I shooed the imaginary Jerry out from under the stall and out of the bathroom, making sure that the Jerry would be gone for a while. I turned back towards Luke and smiled softly, "he won't be back for a few days."

"Thanks," Luke grinned back at me, "he's always been scared of you."

"Alright kiddo, back to bed with you. It's late." I ushered Luke back into his cell and wished him a good night, then headed back towards my office. On my way there I was bombarded with thoughts of Cory, how cute he was, and how naturally submissive he seemed to be.

It made the dominant in me want to claim him.

I shook my head and walked towards Cory's hallway instead. Just to make sure he's sleeping fine, I thought to myself. But who am I kidding? I just wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes again.

I quickly unlocked his hallway door and stepped inside, making my way towards his cell. The dim motion sensing lights flickered on as I passed by them, allowing me to better see Cory's figure on the bed.

He sat up, squinting, "Peter?"

"It's Jackson." I gently opened the cell door, making sure I didn't wake anybody, and made my way inside. "I was wondering how you're feeling. I wanted to get to know you a bit more, but not the you that's only on paper."

He laughed softly, "you wanted to get to know me better in the middle of the night?"

I shook my head and chuckled a bit, "I guess I did."

"Oh."

"If I'm being completely honest with you, Cory, I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since the first day you stepped into my office." It was blatant, but it was true.

He inhaled sharply, the room was filled with silence. I winced softly, knowing I had made a mistake- until he spoke.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking of you either."

The next moments were almost instantaneous.

I took quick steps towards his bed, just as he jumped up and into my arms. My lips hungrily found his, my hands grabbed his thighs as he hooked his legs around my waist. He fisted my shirt in my hands, moaning breathily as I devoured his mouth.

He tasted damn good.

We broke apart after a few moments, each of us breathing heavily. I could feel his erection being pressed against my abdomen, and I was sure he could feel mine pressing against his perky ass.

He ground his hips into me, moaning softly as he pleasured himself.

"Fuck, Jackson," he panted softly as I began pressing soft kisses to his neck. "I've been wanting this for so long."

I rubbed my nose along his jawline and chuckled, "so have I, baby."

I gently allowed him down and offered my hand to him, a silent gesture for him to follow me. He placed his smaller hand into mine and I led him down the hall, into my office.

He walked into the room, spinning around to watch me.

I pinned my heated gaze on him, watching as he nervously twitched for more.

"Strip," I commanded, locking the door to my office.

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Remember besties, it's a reformation facility, not a prison. Only the solitary building has cameras in cells, regular cells don't. The hallways for each cell has one outside of the door to see who enters and exits, and there's a camera focused on the bathrooms. That's all!

Also, it's been a bit slow these past few chapters. Why not speed it up, hmm?