The Death of Sarah Jones (ManxMan) ✔️

CHAPTER 5

Elliot sits in his bed silently reading a book. He's taken up the hobby after Blue. When Blue wasn't walking around asserting his dominance or something like that, he would be cooped up on his bed reading classic books, that were the last thing you would ever think a person like blue would read.

If Elliot was being honest, Blue looked like he wouldn't know what the word meticulously or plethora would mean. But, Blue made Eliot feel like he should throw away his degree, because Blue was smarter than he could ever wish to be. It's a shame no one else in this hell of a place cared.

Usually Elliot wouldn't be reading a book, instead he would be bothering Blue by asking questions he knew would never be answered, telling him stories, or crying about how much he misses home and wants to get out of this place.

But ever since their disagreement Blue's been reading less and instead he's been out of the cell playing cards, making deals with sketchy people and doing who knows what. When it's time to be locked together, the room is painfully silent and each time Elliot feels like he wants to tell Blue something, he bites his tongue. He knows it's not his place to speak up.

Sometimes Elliot wishes he could shake Blue and ask him why this attorney has caused such a distance between them and if they could just set it aside. With knowing blue for less than a month he's gotten used to the companionship he's provided, and if he were to be completely truthful he would even go as far to say he missed him terribly.

When Elliot hears footsteps against the floor he looks up to Blue who meets his eyes for a second before looking away and getting up on his bed smoothly. Elliot sighs, closes his book and sets it under his sorry excuse of a pillow for safe keeping. He gets up with shaky hands and hopes that future Elliot doesn't regret the decision he's about to make.

With a last deep breath Elliot looks up at Blue who's reading The Count of Monte Cristo.

"Why do you care so much about what attorney I work with?"

Blue doesn't look up from his book but answers.

"I don't"

"Then why are you ignoring me?" Elliot questions.

"I'm not"

Blue gets up from his bed and jumps off and heads past Elliot to make his way out of the door but with the bravery Elliot has surprisingly built up he reaches out and pulls on Blue's arm forcing him to a stop.

"No." Blue slowly turns and looks Elliot in the eyes with a stern glare that almost makes him retreat.

"No?"

"We're going to talk about this," Elliot hisses out. Blue slowly walks and leans against the wall and crosses his arms.

"Okay, so talk."

"I barely know you okay and I don't know why this attorney is making you ignore me or what she did but I don't think it fair to ignore me because I don't know your history." Elliot feels his eyes fill with water. "I know you probably don't like me and you think i'm the most annoying person ever but to me you were the only thing keeping me from losing my mind and having you just stop paying attention to me has been messing with my brain and i started dr-" Elliot's eyes widened.

Elliot likes Blue. Not friend like but like, Like like.

"You started what?" Blue says with pointed eyes.

The tears that pooled in Elliot's eyes started pouring down. He likes Blue, a guy, a prisoner, a criminal.

He didn't see that coming

"So, why do you care so much, Blue?" Elliot whispers. Blue stares down at the floor in front of him with his head down. Elliot steps closer to him with tears streaming down his face. Elliot is so close that their noses almost touch. "I said why do you fucking care so much Ezra!" Elliot yells in Blue's face not caring about making him angry anymore.

Without hesitation Blue reaches up to Elliots face and for a moment Elliot thinks he's done for, that he was about to die in a prison cell in the hands of his cellmate but instead soft lips crash with his.

Elliot doesn't kiss back and Blue almost backs away but Elliot reaches for Blue's shoulder and deepens the kiss.

The kiss is soft, tender and everything good about the world. Elliot lets out a groan as Blue puts a hand on the arch of his back bringing them closer and slips his tongue in his mouth.

Blue's full lips feel like a pillow of soft velvet clouds with each movement. As the kiss picks up, blues grip on Elliot hardens.

When they come up for air Eliot backs up to look Blue in the eyes. He hopes that Blue doesn't push him away, laughing, saying that he knew Elliot wasn't straight, and he was just playing some sort of sick and twisted joke. But when Elliot looks into Blue's soft brown eyes he sees nothing but admiration.

Blues lips turn to a smile and he uses the pad of his thumb to run over Elliots flushed freckled covered cheeks.

"I told you not to call me that white boy." Blue whispers softly.

With that Elliot leans forward and places a slow soft peck on Blues lips knowing that it'll all be okay.

-

With a few more kisses, and Elliot sleeping the best sleep since his arrest comfortably on Blue's chest, they made up.

Elliot made a deal. He would have one more session with Mrs. Davidson, and if he were to have any short of an eerie feeling he would call it off without a doubt, and find another attorney no matter how expensive it would be.

Blue said Elliot should just call it off already because it would be a waste of time to give her a chance, but he agreed because no matter what he thought, Elliot was a stubborn pain in the ass and not even Blue could tell him what to do.