Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Thirty: Timid

A week had passed since Jesus had gotten there, and Mac and Jesus didn't have anymore power. Negan had all of the power, and he acted like he sat on a damn golden throne. Luckily Rick and T-Dog still listened to Mac, so he didn't have absolutely zero power. Spencer had been avoiding both Mac and Jesus like the plague, and sometimes Mac would grab a cup of coffee just to scare the poor bastard. It also seemed to amuse Negan, who Mac had explained his actions to. Mac found that he was now a part of Negan's circle, much to Dwight's displeasure. Mac didn't get why Dwight seemed to hate him, but he didn't mind much. At least Eugene spouting off random facts about random shit was at least entertaining. Apart from that, things were almost the same.

Key word: almost.

Mac had been most unfortunate to have started having... dreams about the night Jesus had returned. He'd often wake up to stained boxers and was still hard. Jesus was an early riser, but it seemed as though Mac was the one waking up early just so he could get rid of the evidence from his wet dreams. So far Jesus hadn't caught on, and they hadn't spoken since that night. Jesus has also kept his word and hadn't told anyone about the blowjob, and thank god for that. It was bad enough that Mac had guilty fantasies about the things he wanted to do to Jesus, and the fact that Jesus respected Mac's wishes to keep their encounter a secret was a relief. As for wanting to kiss Jesus, well, he still wanted to. Clearly it wasn't the aftermath of the blowjob anymore, and it was still fucking bothering him.

What probably sucked most was the fact that Mac still had to assist Jesus in a lot of things, like getting dressed. Well, mostly. Mac was never required to put his boxers on or take them off. And luckily he didn't have to give Jesus a sponge bath, so thank god for that. Mac wasn't sure if he could handle the wet dreams if he actually saw Jesus in his full, naked glory.

As it turned out, Trisha was there. She had said that she was staying a hotel, and that was it. Mac honestly didn't care, and was just glad that now he had someone to relieve his stresses to. He'd shown her his notebook that he had filled with thoughts of, well, Jesus, and Trisha had thought that him writing things down was a good idea. She had even given him his own little journal and pen so that he could write when he couldn't communicate with Trisha.

As for Mac's confusion, Trisha had tried explaining to him was being a gate gay was, and though Mac hated the idea that he was converting to being gay just because there weren't any women around, what other explanation was there? Trisha had tried reassuring him that after his sentence was over and he was free, he'd most likely be attracted to women again. Thank god. All Mac had to do was hold his own until the end of his sentence, and then he'd abandon all feeling and dreams he had of Jesus.

Mac was currently in the recreation room, which Mac thought was better than the one back at their prison. This place had a foosball table. He was playing with Rick, and so far he was losing badly.

"6-1." Rick stated as he fished the little black and white ball out of the goal. "I win."

Mac growled as he glared up at Rick. His mind was constantly on Jesus, especially if he wasn't doing anything too important. The prick had just embedded himself into Mac's mind, and it irritated the hell out of him.

"Rematch." Mac growled, snatching the ball and placing it in the center of the table again.

Rick arched his eyebrow at Mac, but played against Mac. Mac gritted his teeth as he lost shot after shot, but hell Jesus's eyes were almost worth losing over...

"Hey, earth to Mac. You in there?" Rick asked, tossing the ball at Mac's forehead.

Mac flinched and glanced up, making Rick chuckle. "Wanna do somethin' else?" Mac muttered. Foosball was too simple.