In a cold, isolated prison, two male guards, Tudor and Chronic, have always been more than just colleagues. Over years of shared shifts and quiet conversations, an unspoken bond forms between them, one that neither dares to acknowledge. As they navi...
Once we had finished getting equipped we headed out. Chronics was behind me dragging his feet across the ground.
"Let's go check on cams then head down to Solitary." I said, halting for a second so Chronic could catch up.
"Whatever you say." Joked Chronic. He would always oblige to what I said or told him to do, even though we were the same rank. Very Obedient. That was one thing I found cute about him. He would just follow me around like a little -
"Wait, I forgot my keys.."
Said Chronic as he scrambled to look through his pockets. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. While smirking, I came up with a funny idea. I started groping over his uniform in order to find his keys. I only wanted to help find them nothing else.
As I reached down to his thigh I felt the metal object. "See here it is.." and I threw the keys over at him as I turned the other way heading to the door.
"You didn't have to do all that." said Chronic
Oh, but I wanted to...
...
Now they were in the Surveillance room together. This room was known to be very small and stuffy, with screens littered all over the place.
Unfortunately - there was only one seat.
And obviously Chronic let Tudor have it.
A few hours pass and Chronic is already switching feet and is irritated.
"You do you there's a free seat here..? Jokes Tudor, pointing at his lap.
Chronic rolls his eyes and goes back to looking at the monitor. Tudor smirks ; movimg his chair closer to Chronic, grabs onto his hips and pulls him in.
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End of Chapter 2
Sorry guys I'm too lazy to finish this one.
Drawn by Derp
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