They sit. On the dirty floor, the lights flickering above them on the last of their bulb energy. Adam's trousers are still down, and Lawrence still has him in his arms.
"I'm not leaving. I'm not." Lawrence says, tears flowing himself as he clings to Adam because his life depends on it. Adam is sobbing at this point, his hands gripping so tightly it hurts Lawrence's shoulders, and his hair is being pulled by the wild grabbing and holding. Suddenly, Lawrence goes weak and slightly limp.
"Lawrence?" Adam says, as Lawrence slips down to the ground from his grip. "F*ck!" Adam only just remembered his leg.
"I'm losing a lot of blood, Adam." Lawrence said, wincing and sounding out as he propped his back up so he could inspect his leg.
"Oh God...." Adam said, racing forwards towards him. His chain yanked him backwards, and he welped.
"Adam, stop. Stop."
Adam stayed still, panting, staring like a frozen deer.
"Your leg..." Adam said.
"I know, I know, Adam. Listen, you're... you're gonna have to help me,"
"How! How? I'll do it, I can do it!"
"Adam... You, you need to, to, tie my arteries, in the end of my leg. Tie them off and stop the bleeding."
"My hands are covered in sh*t!"
"I know, I... you just... It's the only way. It might not work, but we have no other options."
"I can't be alone." Adam said, his eyes drifting down to the leg, blood seeping out onto the floor. He put his hands in his hair in despair.
"We can try." Lawrence reasoned. "Come. Come here, Adam." Lawrence beckoned with his hands and edged himself forwards to be within Adam's reach.
Adam reached his hands for the leg but retreated, doing this multiple times before stopping completely.
"You're gonna die! I'm gonna be alone here!"
"I might not, Adam! If you do this..."
"I can't!"
"Come here, come here, baby..."
Adam crawls further forwards into the safe hands of his cell mate.
"Come here..." Lawrence says, unzipping his own trousers.
Adam crawls closer, his own trousers still hanging down, stuck by his ankles. Lawrence spreads his legs and leans forwards, on his front, his bad leg positioned to be in reach of Adam. Adam crawls until he is on top of Lawrence.
"I... I'm not used to uh... being uh..."
"Being on top?" Lawrence enquires. He can't help but let out a little gasp of a laugh, even despite the circumstances.
Adam smiles, even a little. "Yeah."
"Just focus on me, the whole way through. Just me. It's gonna be ok."
Adam adjusts his position, getting his penis out and aiming towards Lawrence's butt hole. He moves forward and lets it slide in. The amount of blood pooling everywhere is enough to work as a lubricant. He sits for a moment, panting. He looks over at the leg, knowing what he has to do. Lawrence pulls his gaze back as he speaks.
"It's ok..."
Adam sighs, and he starts moving in and out, slow and steady, and his hands reach for the gaping wound. He winces at the sight, and for what he has to do.
"Just tie..." Lawrence pauses to moan. "Just tie the arteries off. You will see them hanging out, just tie them off and pull out any that aren't out yet.
Adam whines, but his motions are steady. He grips the leg and begins finding arteries. He struggles at first, but then he gets into the flow as he stays with the flow of the thrusts. Meanwhile, Lawrence moans and whines in both pleasure and pain every time Adam's hands pull and twist on his wound, every time Adam's penis hits a certain point inside.
"Keep... Keep... going... Adam... tie them all... all... off..."
As he spoke, Lawrence could see the floor beneath him, smeared hand prints of blood and sweat. The dilapidated bathroom tiles, yellowed and cracked. In this moment, through blurred vision, tears and sweat, his hands grip a broken tile, and it becomes free from the ground. It crumbles a little under his grip. He grips it harder. He looks up. The open door laughs.
Eventually, Adam finished.
Lawrence fell asleep as soon as Adam pulled out. Adam spent the entire time huddled in the corner, unable to face the room. He stared at the bathtub for hours.
"Adam..." Lawrence said, his voice hoarse and barely audible. Adam turned around slowly, making sure it was real before he looked properly. Lawrence had his eyes open. It was real.
"I told you I'd never leave you." Lawrence smiled weakly. Adam returned it.
Adam crawled over as fast as he could and grabbed Lawrence in a bear bug. Lawrence switched the hands so it was his hands on top, gripping Adam into his chest.
"I'm not going anywhere. If you can't leave, neither can I." Lawrence said, stroking Adam's hair with his fingers, breaking apart knots starting to form.
"The doors open. This is so f*cked." Adam said, letting out a huff.
"It is... isn't it." Lawrence chuckled, sad and dull, but all he had.
"Actually..."
He mustered up the energy and crawled over to the door.
"What are you doing?" Adam said, a slight worry in his voice, but it turned to calm.
"I'm not going anywhere..." Lawrence said, as he closed the door.
