William Wharton had never been one to think much on anything. His philosophy was act first and think about it later, if at all. Lately, though, he'd had a lot of time to himself to go over some things in his head. Important things.
He'd been thinking a lot about how he was going to get out of this place. Of various ways to take out the guards and make his escape. He'd picked over several plans but none of them were good enough for him to actually try and pull it off.
So he let his mind wonder into other areas of interest. What his last meal would be, The shenanigans he'd pull when those stiffs tried to bring him to the chair, All of the mischief he had planned for them the next day...
"Get back to your bunk!" A voice snapped from down the corridor, and suddenly Billy's attention was aroused. He knew that sweet voice. Knew it all to well.
Now there was a thought that had plagued him since the stiffs had picked him up at that looney bin.
Percy Wetmore.
That sniveling little brat. That cruel, sadistic bastard. Wild Bill had never been so in love.
Night after night he'd pulled on his pecker, dreaming of those pretty blue eyes, that soft dark hair and perfect pair of lips. He thought of his hands running down beautifully shaped hips and a firm little ass. Not a little scrawny body like Boss Stanton. Oh no. Percy had curves and it drove Billy all the more crazy for him.
To tell the absolute truth though, it wasn't Percy's looks that got Billy so hot and bothered. Sure, he was pretty as a fucking picture but that was just the icing on the cake.
It was the wickedness that had him hooked on the kid. That pure, absolute evil that glimmered in his blue eyes whenever he did wrong.
Percy liked to play it up. Like he was innocent and just didn't know what was right or wrong, but Billy knew better. The boy was a cruel hearted monster.
Just like him.
Oh what a pair they would be if he hadn't been locked up. All the hell they could've raised together.
Billy grinned at the boy as he passed his cell, winking when Percy's eyes caught his own for a moment.
Maybe there was still a chance. Maybe he could charm him still. Just maybe.
Billy grinned at the thought.
He'd had plenty of lovers before. Men and women. But none of them had ever lasted very long. Most of them had been one night stands.
Percy would be different, though.
If he ever got the chance to fuck around with that boy, he wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon. No. If Percy came to him he'd be sticking around.
If he could he'd marry him. If he could.
"Percy Wharton..." he mused aloud, smirking to himself.
What a lovely ring it had to it.