Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Twenty Nine: Vengeance

The morning came earlier than Mac wanted. He'd actually gotten a decent amount of sleep that night, what with the blow job. His cheeks blushed when he thought about it. The way Jesus's huge eyes stared up at him, watering a little, and those soft lips wrapped around his length... Mac had to avert his thoughts before something decided to wake up as well. He sat up in the bed and yawned, glancing out the window. He could see the ground, but the milky sky was still a sight for sore eyes. It was pale, so Mac believed that it was probably 6 in the morning. Breakfast wasn't until 7, luckily, but he may as well get there early like Negan had suggested.

Across the room, Jesus shifted and yawned, snuggling into his pillow and blankets. Mac just... stared. Jesus was still sound asleep by the sound of his soft snores, and his mouth hung open just so slightly. He looked so peaceful, and Mac couldn't help but notice how badly he had messed up Jesus's hair last night. He couldn't help but smirk at it, chuckling softly. He then focused on his parted lips. They were soft from what he could tell from last night, and smooth and warm as hell, too. Mac gnawed on his own lip, trying to understand the urge that was coming over him as he stared at Jesus's sleeping form. His lips burned with the memory of Dream Jesus kissing him all those times, and Mac briefly wondered if the real thing would feel just as good.

Mac! It's bad enough that you got a blow job from him, but now you want to kiss him? You fucking faggot! No one will respect you after that thought!

Mac growled softly and stared down at his lap, still chewing on his lip. He knew his conscience was right, but fucking hell, did Mac even really want to listen to it?

Jesus shifted under the covers and buried his face into his pillow, the sheets falling down a little to reveal the white bandages around his chest. Mac bit his lip again, but this time out of anger. He wanted to know who had hurt Jesus and why. Well, he had an idea of why, considering Jesus was the leader of the Saints. But still, who would attack him without Mac's permission-

Spencer.

Mac gritted his teeth. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner? Spencer had clearly wanted to harm Jesus before, and now he had almost killed him!

But... why did it bother Mac so much that Spencer had tried to kill Jesus?

Mac sighed softly and grabbed his notebook, scribbling his thoughts down again.

I think Spencer is the one who hurt Jesus. I also think he wanted Jesus dead. This bothers me, and I don't know why. I should be glad that Jesus was almost killed but... if that were the case, why'd I save him?

... I actually think I have an idea of why I saved him. Trisha had said that I was craving interaction from someone I could trust, and she thought Jesus was the person I want to trust. I... well we were friends for a while, and he was my right hand man, but why do I want to kiss him? Maybe it's just an aftereffect from last night when he blew me? God I hope this goes away. I'm not fucking gay! Am I?

He dropped the notebook and paper and sighed, running his hands on his face and groaning. Fuck why was he feeling this way? It had to be an aftereffect of the blowjob. He wasn't... he fucking couldn't be gay. He would get killed by the Heathens inside. And who knew where Negan stood on this? Maybe he was a homophobic dick who'd kill Mac and Jesus as well. But fuck, he needed to teach Spencer a lesson. Yeah, he'd teach Spencer a lesson to get his mind off of Jesus and kissing.

He stood up, just as the lock on his door was unlocked. "Breakfast!" The guard spat, before walking away and unlocking the next person. Mac stood up and glanced at Jesus, who was still clearly exhausted and asleep. Mac bit his lip a little. Lucille told Jesus that Mac would get him his meals...