Title: Gone
Rating: T for m/m relationships
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break or any characters in this story.
Lips, hips, arms, legs, sheets, hair.
That cell was never tidy at night.
Every night, he would tentatively approach his cell mate.
-Tonight?
-I'm too tired.
-Come on.
-You're forgettin' who's in charge here.
-Please?
-When has beggin' ever got you anywhere?
-It did yesterday.
-That's cause I told you to beg. Go back to your bunk, I ain't in the mood.
-So?
-So leave me alone.
Despite his protests, he'd always give in. That upturned mouth was too impish to resist.
That cell was never silent at night, either.
Everyone knew that, although it seemed like one was in it for the protection and the other for the sex, there was something deep between those two. You could tell: when he called his name, that kid would run to him before you could say 'go', when someone else began to take his interest, he gripped that pocket just a little tighter.
And when he was gone, that sparkle in his eyes went with him.