Sunflower (Clyde Logan x Reader)

Chapter 10

 Clyde swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he laid in his bed that night and rehashed the conversation he had had with Jimmy. Clyde prided himself on being unusually good under pressure - a calm and level headed man who could think on his feet thanks to years of military training and someone who remained relatively in control when things hit the fan. This was not one of those times. Things had certainly hit the fan, but Clyde no longer felt like he had any control, in fact, he felt like quite the opposite.

"... everything stays the same. We just gotta move everything up by one week," Jimmy's garbled voice had come over the prison landline phone. Jimmy sounded almost confident and Clyde wondered how much of that confidence was an act and how much of it was real. He didn't know which option was worse. Clyde had stood there in response, still as a statue, just processing in silence, phone clutched like a lifeline in his big hand.

It took a few beats of silence, but Clyde's mind finally caught up with the whirlwind of thoughts that had accompanied that news and when it did, it took everything in him not to visibly gag from nerves at his realization. "Wait. One week earlier? But that's..."

Jimmy's two word answer had gone straight to Clyde's stomach and settled like a heavy weight. "I know."

Their already ballsy plan had gone from possibly achievable to an impossible pipe dream. As much as Jimmy had tried to reassure Clyde that, in a way, nothing had changed, Jimmy was being a right fool if he didn't realize the gravity of the situation. They were no longer dealing with a smaller manageable race hosted by the Speedway, it was now the biggest race of the year: the Coca-Cola 600. The amount of money, people and attention surrounding the event had gone up astronomically. Their chance of getting caught had done so as well.

Clyde took a deep breath in and a bigger breath out, scrubbing his hands down his face as he tried to calm himself. Now he not only had to deal with the ever growing thorn in his side that was Joe Bang making lewd suggestive comments about you, but he had to deal with both telling said bleach-blonde haired man about the new development and with figuring out how they could get rearrange things so that they were still on schedule. Thankfully they still had some time, but this would mean less time with you and more time with Joe Bang working on project related things. Clyde couldn't think of a worse trade off, especially with his growing animosity towards the man.

The more Clyde thought about it, the more frustrated he got. He closed his eyes and tried picturing your face instead, attempting to calm himself from his growing anxiety and runaway thoughts. He thought about your soft warm hand in his, the way you had looked at him from behind those long lashes, your big eyes full of an emotion he couldn't quite place. Now that he knew what you felt like, even if it had just been a small taste, Clyde felt like a starved man. He needed more. You were his addiction.

Clyde let his mind wander as he envisioned you, picturing what you were up to now in the night time. Were you making a late dinner? Were you relaxing and watching a movie or maybe getting sudsy in the bath? Clyde's cock stirred at the thought of you slippery and wet and covered in bubbles and sweet smelling soap. His lip quirked up into a small smile as he chased the thought, feeling like a release was just what he needed with all of this pent up emotion and chaos inside his brain.

Clyde's hand dipped under the waistband of his pants, curling around his length. He gave himself a few pumps, feeling himself fill out under his hold. Clyde thought back to your hands, so small and delicate. Would they be able to wrap around his girth? Would you use two hands or use one and play with his balls with the other? He imagined the way your hands might look wrapped around his cock and Clyde suppressed a moan at the thought, biting the inside of his cheek as he sped up his movements.