Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Twenty Eight: Long Nights

(Tom Payne being adorable! God I just love this man! 💜💜💜 I hope Jesus and Daryl get together. 😊😊😊) 

Mac internally groaned as he laid in bed, staring at the wall. "Ya sure? Don' want me to blow ya while I'm at it?" Why the hell did he suggest that? Fuck, Mac didn't want to suck Jesus! His stomach flipped and clenched at the words that had spilled from his mouth. And it didn't help that he'd noticed Jesus's boxers stiffen when he had taken his pants off. Shit, Jesus was attracted to him. Fantastic. Mac didn't need this, not at all. Here he was, struggling to conceal his emotions and curiosities about Jesus, when Jesus had just shamelessly had an erection. Then again, it probably didn't help that Mac was next to naked. Mac closed his eyes, trying to ignore everything and focus on... shit what could he focus on? He didn't want anymore nightmares, but he didn't want dreams of Jesus either. Fuck that'd be difficult with the damn idiot being his roommate.

Behind him, he heard shifting of fabric, and Mac typically would've ignored it, just assuming that it was the blanket shifting. But then he heard a soft groan coming from Jesus, and Mac's cheeks flushed bright red. There was also a soft sound of skin slapping skin, and Mac bit the inside of his cheek. Embarrassment flooded throughout his body as Jesus masturbated behind him, and probably to him. Mac squeezed his eyes shut and stretched, trying to appear casual as he covered his ears. Yet he could now hear Jesus pause, and he felt the man's large grey eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. Mac tried not to squirm under his intense gaze and stayed still, holding his breath.

Then there was more skin rubbing on skin action, and Mac let his guard down as he stared at the wall, trying to think of literally anything else other than the man jerking off behind him. Mac gnawed on his lip, and found his mind focusing on the dreams he had been having about Jesus. The soft kisses, his warm touches, his enormous grey eyes, and that beard...

Then he heard Jesus whimpering softly, and the sounds of his hand increased. "M-Mac," he whispered ever so softly, and Mac stiffened. Fuck... He closed his eyes and his mind focused, to Mac's horror, back onto the Jesus in his dreams. Mac wanted to ignore this, but when the real Jesus groaned again, Mac felt a familiar warmth traveling down his body and pooling in an unsavory place.

No, no bad boy! Get down now! He mentally hissed, moving one hand to clutch at his rising length. Then he heard Jesus paused once again, and this time he sat up. "Mac?" He asked softly.

Mac almost groaned, and he wanted to ignore Jesus, but it was pretty obvious that Mac was awake. Mac sighed and glanced over his shoulder. Jesus had his blanket pooled around his waist, very strategically covering what he had been doing. Mac, meanwhile, was still clutching his unwanted erection. "Yeah?" Mac rasped, keeping the discomfort out of sight.

"You ok?" Jesus asked.

"Mhm." Mac hummed, trying to ignore his throbbing length under his hands.

Then the prick smirked at Mac softly. "You sure? Don't want me to blow you?" He teased, and Mac's cheeks flushed bright red. Jesus chuckled softly and swung his legs over the side of the bed to face Mac.

Mac growled and faced the wall again, but fuck, Jesus was offering him a blow job. When was the last time he had one of those?

No, Mac you're straight. Don't let this hippy-prick blow you, it ain't worth it.

Mac could feel Jesus burning a hole into his head, clearly expecting a straightforward answer. Mac shifted, urging his erection to die down. "If you want one, you can have it. I won't tell anyone."

Mac closed his eyes, but now all his thoughts were driving towards Jesus and those lips... they'd look good wrapped around his cock-

MAC! YOU ARE STRAIGHT!