The Cage (Book 2)

Lights Out

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Lights Out

Cherry kissed the tender tattoo and I yelped. He laughed, clearly amused by my reaction.

"Glad to see you're still soft on the inside."

I pushed his head down onto my lap.

It was a silent command to get to work. I wanted to forget, to be distracted, not be reminded.

Cherry was all too happy to do as he'd been commanded. He slid down to the floor, sitting on his thighs, and pulled down my pants, exposing my flaccid cock.

"I should be hurt you're not happy to see me."

I looked away, if only to shield him from the truth in my eyes. I bit my lower lip to keep from saying something stupid, like consoling the younger man. I'd made it perfectly clear that this was strictly transactional. I wasn't interested in a relationship except for a physical one, and even that was a stretch, considering we hadn't gone to fourth base yet.

I was sure that Cherry understood as much, but he was the playful type, constantly teasing just to get a reaction out of me. Or see how far he could press me.

"Wakey, wakey." Cherry mumbled, his eyes hooded with desire, and then blew cold air onto my dick.

That got the reaction he so greatly craved.

My cock twitched to life, waking from its slumber.

Cherry quickly got to work.

I let my head drop back as I sat on my bunk, staring up at the underside of the bunk above as Cherry worked his magic.

They called him 'Cherry' because he could pop your cock like a cherry, whatever that meant.

Little by little, my eyes drifted closed as I surrendered myself to momentary bliss. But as I began to relax, letting me guard down, something unexpected and unwanted happened.

A face came to me against my will.

I knew why. I wasn't a total fool. The troublesome part of me wanted him to be the one blowing me right now. This was happening a lot lately and I was beginning to get sick of it.

Without fail, every time those stormy eyes flashed behind my closed eyelids, my chest ached and my stomach plummeted. Every time I saw his face, I felt tears pricking my eyes as a miasma of misery began to swallow me whole.

In short, seeing his face made me feel like shit.

I didn't want to remember him anymore. He was gone.

He's not coming back! Stop thinking about him, goddammit! I screamed into the deepest corners of my mind, desperate.

Why did I still carry hope that he would one day return? A year and a half had gone by and not one word had come from him! For all I knew, he could be-

Cherry slammed a fist into my right side.

My eyes flew open and I looked down to see that I had unconsciously pressed his head down with an unyielding hand, spearing his throat with my cock. Snot and saliva were running down his holes.

I let go and he pulled away in a hurry, my cock popping out of his mouth.

He glared at me, his eyes red with tears.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, reaching for a nearby towel. As I gently wiped his -and some of my- bodily fluids, I repeated, "I'm sorry."

"I know." Cherry said, wiping away the unshed tears. "But can't you just try?"

"I have tried." I said, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Believe me, I have."

"Why can't it be me?" Cherry sounded almost pleading, and looked like he was about to actually cry. He was a pretty boy by anyone's standards. He wasn't so bad personality-wise either. Theoretically, I should have been able to fall for him.

But the heart didn't work that way, did it?

"I...I don't even know why." I confessed, gazing past him at my reflection in the mirror for a moment.

Cherry looked down. An expression of deep contemplation crossed his face. He appeared to be working through my confession. Then, he said, "For now, can I...?" He trailed off, so embarrassed by his proposition that he couldn't finish saying it.

What did he even see in me?

Nevertheless, I leaned forward again and kissed him on the lips. "Yes, we can." A part of me throbbed with the guilt that I was 'using' him to ease my own demons. Yet he didn't seem to mind, and he was eager as proven by his next move.

Cherry was on top of me, tearing clothes off his person, before I could even register it. His shirt flew to the floor and he practically tackled me, pushing me flat on the bed.

The alarm went off like a raid siren. The lights came on.

Startled, Cherry shrieked and fell off me.

I'd only ever heard that siren a few times before.

Someone was trying to break out of prison.

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