Bad Attraction | Chris Motionless x Michael Jackson

CHAPTER 8

"But why would you tell him that?" Michael repeated, his eyes still wide and watching incomprehensively at his cellmate's shrugging. He hadn't been anything else but slightly annoyed at his cellmate, but the situation, and his cellmate's lack of apology, was slowly starting to irk him. "Why are you even talking to him?"

As far as he knew, Ronnie wasn't one of Chris' minions, or strange bodyguards, or part of his clique. There was no need for his cellmate to be talking to... Chris.

"I thought he might use the information. And I'd rather be on his good side, as you should too."

Should he play stupid? The question wasn't worth asking. Of course he should. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know who he is?" He shook his head. "Well, let's say that the least one can say is that he's got good relations. Why do you think people here are so cautious with you once you started fucking him? It's all his influence."

He already knew that from his boyfriend, but it seemed Ronnie didn't know more than him. It seemed this was what everybody knew of Chris. Sighing, Michael gave up trying to press for more. "Alright. Just, please, don't tell him things like that. I'm sorry if I woke you up, that won't happen again."

Ronnie snorted. "Oh it won't? Don't get your hopes up, though, except if you've learnt to come untouched in the past week." Yeah, no, that only happened in porn, right? Alexi had wanted to try it, but it hadn't worked, even when Michael had tried to focus more. Duh. Sex wasn't the time to focus on anything, according to him, except what felt good and how to keep it feeling good. "He's not gonna touch you. He doesn't touch anyone."

The words had made him stop what he was doing and look up at his cellmate, sat on his top bed, as realization dawned on his face. His stomach twisted unpleasantly. "You slept with him, too?"

"Of course, only 4 times." The answer was accompanied by a scoff and a wave of a dainty hand, as if it were this evident. Michael supposed he could have guessed it, indeed. All personal vindication at knowing their new arrangement included him coming at the end when it had been different for Ronnie vanished to uneasiness. That made him... well, he wasn't going to think about that now. Ever. This was their new deal. "Have you seen him?" Ronnie continued, uncaring for Michael's current thoughts. "Has he fucked you? Then you know what I'm talking about. I'm not stupid enough to turn him down when his dick is bigger than all my regulars. Why? Are you jealous?"

"Of course not." It was Michael's turn to scoff at the ridiculous idea. He was just cautious, and didn't want to be hit on when he was fucking Chris already, even though the sex part was maybe slightly because the fucking was good. "Honestly, I don't give a shit who he's fucking and who he's not." Especially now that he couldn't be sure what Ronnie would repeat and what he would keep to himself.

"So, when and where can I fuck you? You're hotter than all of the guys here."

Oh god, now Ronnie wants to fuck me.

"Well.. um-"

Before he could think of something else to say, the door to their cell opened, Steele glanced inside and gestured for Michael to follow. 

"Didn't expect to see you again." Steele told him as they turned at the last corner before Chris' cell. Michael only hummed noncommittally, his mind still going over the conversation he just had with his cellmate. What a way to break the eager mood -- yes, he could admit it to himself, sex was better with two people, especially since the agreement's improvements -- he had found himself in. Besides, it wasn't as if he had wanted to have to fight off stupid guys all days long either.

So, even though he would never declare it out loud, he felt like skipping inside the cell, when Steele opened the door for him like he was someone important or something. The thought made his mouth twitch in a smile as his eyes immediately fell on Chris, sitting on his so-great-and-enticing-looking bed, his legs spread and his arms resting nonchalantly – so, in a pose Michael was sure the other had thought about -- on his thighs, his hands near his crotch.