X-men smut

Night shift

hey guys its me Cody. we worked on this until like three o clock in the morning. its 2:40 am right now and I'm tired. anyway I wont say much more Em you have anything to say before I pass out?

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Peter is a prison guard and has been for ten years. Hank is a new prisoner that has taken an intrest in the silver haired boy. they don't have their powers in this one. we may do a part 2 of this but wee shall see. enjoy guys!

"New fish!", the prisoners shouted, all walking towards the barbed wire fence. Peter kept an eye on them from where he stood, twirling his baton in his hand. Peter had been a guard at this prison for ten years now so he knew this was a usual thing that happened, the occasional brawl over who got the new "bitch" of the prison.

Peter honestly felt sorry for whoever that would be, but hey, he was only a guard, he couldn't fix everyone's problems. He walked up to the fence waiting to open the gate for the newbies, getting catcalled by a few other inmates.

"Hey there sexy!" he heard an inmate say over the sounds of the whistles and kissing noises he was receiving as he walked through the crowd of inmates. This was another usual thing that happened to Peter, he had gotten used to it by now but when he first started working here he got really uncomfortable.

He watched the new prisoners get off the bus, handcuffs linked onto their wrists as one by one, they stepped down the platform with vibrant orange jumpsuits and were escorted towards the gate. Peter looked at them as they walked towards the gate, his eyes landing on a certain brunette. He waited for all of them to reach the gate before unlocking it letting them in, unlocking their handcuffs one by one as they walked through.

The man walked up to him with a smirk, holding his arms out in front of him so Peter could unlock his handcuffs. He got momentarily blinded by the glare in the man's glasses. Peter didn't know why but this man made made him feel nervous, he fumbled with his keys and accidently dropped them on the floor. He bent over to pick them up and received more cat calling from the inmates around him.

"So how long you been working here sweetie?" He heard the man say while he tried to find the right key.

"Be quiet inmate" He spat, not looking up at the inmate as he kept searching, flicking through the many keys hanging on the chain before locating the right one, returning to his task and unlocking the cuffs from the inmate's wrists.

"You're a feisty one aren't you? What's your name, sweetie? I'm Hank." He cooed, massaging his wrists where the cuffs had once been.

"Well Hank, if you must know, I recommend using your eyes and look at my nametag." He said, jutting out his right shoulder where his name tag was clearly visible, the words "Guard #17 Peter" was stamped in bold. With the metal glinting in the blazing sunlight, Peter huffed before walking away from the inmate. Hank followed him, hands in his pockets as he walked beside the silver haired man.

"I advise you to stop following me, inmate." Peter sighed, not looking at the man next to him with his leather boots scrunching into the rocky gravel beneath his feet.

"I like you, you're fun." Hank chuckled slightly before leaning over towards Peter's shoulder, smirking.

"Well, go have fun somewhere else inmate." He spat back, pushing Hank's arm harshly off his shoulder. "You've got plenty of work out equipments, sporting grounds and sprinting tracks over in the far side of the prison grounds. There you might find some of your 'fun.'"

"What if I don't want to go somewhere else?" He said, leaning towards Peter's face. "And you can call me Hank you know, I have a name."

"Well if you don't, I'll have to use this." Peter hit his other hand with his baton, not looking away from Hank.

"I supposed I'll have to see you later then." The brunette replied, slowly turning around and walking away where the rest of the prisoners were heading, in towards the main building.

The whole place was very different from the outside world. Inside the main building, the interior of the walls, the fenced cells and stained floors were very new to Hank. He didn't seem to mind the dirty area. He didn't care less about the fact that he was being brought into jail for committing a sinful crime, that being murdering his husband whom others believe to be a wife. Hank had never stated the fact that his lover was a male.

While being escorted by other guards on duty, the rest of the new prisoners followed behind the navy blue broad back guard as Hank took the time to observe the surroundings, the new place he would identity as "home" for the rest of his life.

The next day, shower period was the time Peter was dreading the most. He had been assigned the duty to watch the prisoners while they showered in the bathrooms and he wasn't happy about it. Even though he had worked here for ten years, he still hated it.

He stood next to the bathroom door trying not to make eye contact with the inmates as they walked around with towels around their waists before they got into the showers.The only form of privacy they got were the chest high walls separating them from each other. The last of the prisoners walked in, before he instantly spotted Hank among those last few inmates.

Hank walked towards the showers with a towel around his waist, until he spotted Peter and smirked, going to the shower directly in front of him. He looked at Peter as he took his towel off and stepped into the shower, the white linen falling onto the ground as it pooled at his ankles. He took off his glasses, placing him on the bench next to him before stepping under the water. Peter couldn't look away, his eyes wandering all over his body, he didn't notice how good he looked when he was wearing his jumpsuit.

"Like what you see?" The silver haired boy snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Hank's voice, looking up and seeing Hank smirking.

"O-Of course not!" Peter snapped as he stuttered, looking away while blushing. He heard Hank chuckle.

"Aww, Peter I'm hurt." Hank said sarcastically, putting his hand on his chest as if he were offended. He turned back around smirking which left Peter shyly adjusting his cap, hiding his emotions behind the tilted hat resting on his head as he resumed his duty observing the prisoners. A few minutes passed and two inmates walked up to Peter, smirks on their faces.

"Hey baby, how you doin?" One of the guys said, leaning on the wall next to Peter with eyes intently staring up and down at the guard. He tried to reach for his baton but the one on the other side of him grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"No sweetie, you won't be needing that," The other inmate whispered into Peter's ear softly, leaning in closer making the closed off guard feel the nauseous breath brush against the skin of his neck. With the two inmates completely unclothed, the skin of skin was uncomfortable for Peter, his grey shorts making way for two wet pair of legs to brush on his own making him falter back.

"Step away you two," He threatened, using his powerful strength to knock away the hands of the man gripping onto his arm and baton. As he reached for his weapon, both didn't refuse to touch him, keeping his hands away from the baton and found their way onto his clothed body.

Each of their fingers rubbed against the grey uniform, curling around the round chest muscles the guard had built up, slipping the baton out and throwing it across the floor of the showers as they played with his clothes. The inmate to his left tugged on his shirt that was stuffed into his buckled shorts, giving him the free access to his chest and abdomen within his clothes as his filthy hands touched, poked and brushed his cold fingers against Peter's warm abs.