Beyond the bars

Chapter 1

"bro i don't care as long as I'm rich and famous."

"in the end we're still brothers, a story doesn't dictate our sexuality."

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Two homo lovers.

One jail.

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Their daily routine was to patrol the jail together, strolling through this place of confinement - hand in hand.

Their "relationship" wasn't any secret. Tudor would often grab Chronics cheeks in hallway. No shame at all. All Chronic could do was blush and keep on with his day.

Tudor would often shout out less than appropriate comments to Chronic in attempt to make him flustered:

"How would you like your eggs today?"

"fried, scrambled or fertilized?" said Tudor, as he snickered uncontrollably, almost falling from his seat. Yet again, Chronic became red-faced and flushed.
But in one's innermost thoughts, he knew he enjoyed it.

Took pleasure in it.

On top of that, Tudor was very touchy. Chronic wasn't sure if this was just how he treated everyone. But he felt special either way.

They would be picketing at the towers, surveying the hills for escapees. And Tudor would often find his eyes wandering over to Chronic.

Tudor sighed in disinterest and shimmied closer to Chronic. Without warning ; Tudor clutched his hips and brought Chronic closer, no words would be said but a warmth would be exchanged between them.

Tudor could tell Chronic felt a little uneasy, so he caresses Chronics arm with his long and calloused fingers in attempt to loosen him up.

Chronic couldn't help but give in and slouch forward into the much taller man, Tudor scoffed and beamed a smile.

This was nothing out of the norm for these two.

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Pov Chronic

"Ready for today?" I inquired as I put on my shirt. Just trying to make conversationm

We were in the changing rooms, getting into gear to start our shift.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" sneered Tudor.

Swiftly I felt a sturdy arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a side hug. I caught sight of some skin and noticed he hadn't put his shirt on yet.

I instantly averted my eyes.

He had realised I had turned my head away. "Don't be silly, you can look!" exclaimed Tudor. He soon started flexing in all sorts of positions, showing of his build.

Impressive.

We both would attend the gym together, but his body was much better by far. From his thick arms to his beefy chest. Some days I would catch myself staring without even realising.

I just let out a laugh to play it off and continued putting away my things.

A moment later Tudor was next to me again but now accompanied by his phone.

"Stand still lets take a picture together." begged Tudor. This was something new. He grapsed my head and brought it closer to his. Close enough to feel the heat radiating of him. It was a pleasant sensation - one I hadn't felt before.

Click.

" Heh, this is going straight to my favourite album." Said Tudor, seeming to overly excited. He put his phone into his back pocket and put his belongings into the lockers assigned to him.

A smirk grew on his face as he walked over to the door, "Let's go?".

I flicked back into reality and headed over to the exit.

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End of Chapter 1.

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