Same as before, over 18, safe sex implied but not explicit.
Would love constructive feedback in the comments.
A word on the reluctance/non-consent ideas – it's not treated as part of the positive sexual escapades (which are consensual, if only due to circumstances and pragmatism) so if you're actually looking for sexy non-consent themes this isn't the place, but this is a heads up for anyone who might be bothered by such ideas, which are definitely present.
Another word – on the structure. For aficionados of good structure I apologize for the slightly weird paragraph structure – things really do read better online with small paragraphs and lots of spaces so you may find the switches to new paragraphs a bit random while I get used to it – as I tend to ramble.
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A few days later, Sean and Jake lay spooning on the top bunk, Jake's strong thigh hooked over Sean's own. The thin, scratchy blanket covered them to the waist, leaving their toned torsos exposed, if only to the rats in the rafters. Jake's left arm snaked around Sean's middle, and he gently stroked the 6-pack his fingers met. Sean wriggled contentedly, pushing his buns back into Jake's stiffening rod. Jake was leaning on his hand as they whispered to each other, not sweet nothings now, but an analysis of the text they were exploring with Ms. Harrier. Most of the other guys were below them, lounging on the floor or sofas, watching some game on television. Frost was the guard on duty and he watched the game as rapt as the rest. The only ones missing were Skylar, who had gone off chirpily with Brookes 20 minutes earlier, and James, who had been escorted out far more sullenly by Simmons before that.
Now, James slumped back into the huge room, his head bowed and his step heavy. Sean and Jake fell silent as they watched him make his way to his bunk and drop onto the hard mattress. He turned his head into the pillow and Sean could see his shoulders shake as he was wracked with silent sobs.
"Why does Simmons always pick on him? Sick fuck," Sean whispered to Jake. Simmons had taken James out every day since he had arrived, and it didn't seem James was getting any more used to it. Jake made a non-committal noise.
"He just gets more down every day." Sean continued, "I swear he hasn't spoken more than twenty words in the last two days. You know, I think he might end up hurting himself to get away? I can see it in his eyes."
"You know that doesn't bother Simmons. The guy's a twisted fuck. He probably loves watching James break," Jake hissed.
"He's taken you, hasn't he?" Sean asked, gently.
"Yeah," Jake's voice cracked; he cleared his throat and shook his head slightly, "a couple of times. The guy is a sadist; he likes to hurt people. James is just easy prey for him. You need to be thankful Brookes has earmarked you to keep the other two away. Otherwise I reckon you'd be just his type," Sean shuddered a little at the thought. He wasn't sure how he felt about being treated as untouchable because of some kind of ownership system, but regardless of that, he knew he would need to repay Brookes pretty soon. He didn't want his benefactor to get bored of waiting and remove the protection.
James' sobs had subsided and he shifted, painfully it seemed, onto his side. His eyes stared blankly toward the game.
"You know," Jake began tentatively, "Simmons isn't interested in anyone's pleasure but his own."
"Hmmm?" Sean encouraged, wondering where this was going.
"Yeah, he basically scent-marked James as soon as he arrived, so the other two haven't touched him. And he hasn't been called to Willis since he arrived, not that that would be any better. The doctor hasn't called for him and Father O.D. hasn't even met him yet, 'cos Simmons kept him out of the last session. And as for those guys," Jake gesticulated vaguely, "he barely talks and I've certainly not seen him flirting. In fact, I think you and I are the only people he's spoken to since he got here."
"You wanting to give him a little fun? He's certainly cute enough," Sean teasingly reached over and poked Jake's side.
"Well," Jake sounded almost nervous at what he was about to suggest, "I was actually thinking you could." Sean gasped a little at the suggestion, but Jake couldn't tell if it was shock or excitement.
"You told me you were finding all this exploration pretty fun so far, and you said it yourself, James is cute." They both went quiet for a moment, considering the implications. Sean wasn't sure if he was hurt. Maybe Jake was trying to push him onto someone else? Bored? Almost as if he could read Sean's mind, Jake leaned forward and whispered, his lips vibrating against Sean's soft earlobe.
"Just make sure you don't get too fond of the little cutie though. You'll be coming right back to me afterward," he growled. Sean shifted under the blanket, turning to face Jake. He placed his hand on the back of Jake's head, entwining his fingers in the soft thick hair, pulling his face forward, staring into the lake-green eyes as their lips made contact. They kissed quietly, tenderly, tongues snaking as they explored each other's hot mouths. They finally broke apart and stared deeply into each other's eyes. There was a look of understanding between them and Sean glanced to his right, meeting James' eye, who shifted his gaze guiltily back to the TV.
Sean chuckled to himself and went to jump off the bunk. Jake stayed him with a hand on his bicep and whispered intently into his ear. Sean nodded seriously and finally hopped down, gracefully landing and sitting to pull his running shoes on. He selected a blue t-shirt from his cabinet and stood to slowly pull it over his head, making sure to twist and tense his lats and abs. He knew it looked good and he knew James was watching. He strode over to James' bed, dropping to his knee.
