Warden sat down next to Alice as always, though he didn't look as ecstatic as usual. The food looked worse than it did at lunch time. So not romantic. He should really get that fixed. He sighed, poking at the green ooze with his fork. He wasn't expecting Jared since the accountant had been sulking in his office for who knows how long. Warden had sort of been doing that, but he sulked /around/ Superjail at least. "This has got to be the most boring day in history," he muttered.
Alice grunted in some sort of agreement, tossing back her own green sludgy...stuff like a champion. Or, well, like she always did.
Jared's stomach grumbled noisily. He groaned and lifted his head from the puddle of drool it'd been laying in. He looked at all his paperwork, neatly filled out, stacked and ready to...Jared groaned again, looking away from the tidy stack of work he'd finished in a flurry of adrenaline brought about by the emotions he was trying to block away.
The rest of his bedroom/office was dismal at best. He'd have to clean that, too. But for the first time in weeks his body actually demanded food from him. He looked at a clock by his bed, squinting to see it properly and groaned. Everyone would be at dinner now. Even the Warden. But his stomach raged at him like a woman scorned and he patted it. It nearly bit his hand off. Alright, fine, fine.
He got out from behind his desk and made his way to the cafeteria, getting his tray of slop and looking for a seat. Of course once he looked around, every inmate took up as much space as possible and laughed at him. Although the table of trannies and known gays were patting seats beside themselves enthusiastically. Jared almost considered it.
He set his tray down in front of Alice and Warden with a sad little 'clink' and sat down without looking up.
"Well, look who decided to leave his little hovel," Warden said, a tad surprised to actually see Jared. He smirked, an idea forming. He really had nothing else better to do and teasing Jared was always fun. Warden finally used his spoon to scoop up some of the green slop and without really looking at it, slipped it in his mouth. Jared would have to eventually look at him and the way he was slowly licking off what was left of the spoon. Too bad the slop wasn't white. It was salty though.
Jared did happen to glance up, mostly to look at Alice with a mixture of scorn, jealousy and longing. His eyes happened to land on Warden and his entire face beamed red like he'd just been burnt. He quickly shoved his face back to his food, though he found the hunger that had been barking at him in his stomach had moved lower. His face went even redder as he dared a look back up to the Warden.
Warden was trying so hard not to burst out laughing as he bit his lip to regain his own composure. This was just too damn easy. Honestly, when was it not hard to torment Jared? Warden kept a suggestive expression while he scooped up some more, this time licking it clean off. He didn't even look at Jared, knowing that would just give him away. He didn't want this game to end just yet.
Jared watched, entranced, his hands slipping from the edges of the table to his lap, resting on his thighs. God, he was almost trembling. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt like this. Not aroused, that was basically any time he was alone with the Warden. But like he actually -needed- to touch himself. This changed to when he had actually really last touched himself, and quickly rounded back to the way Warden's tongue moved on that goddamnfuckingAlice. Spoon, on the spoon.
Warden continued, purposefully getting some on the side of his mouth before he licked it away with his tongue and made a happy little sound. From the corner of his eye he could see Jared's reactions and felt quite proud of himself. Jared was hopelessly attracted to him. It was cute.
Jared wasn't sure if his face could get any hotter. His fingers twitched wantingly towards his own groin, but he was surrounded by inmates, and the Warden was looking -right at him- with that stupid fucking -spoon- in his mouth instead of Jared's -stupid fucking cock.-
"Sir.." he croaked weakly, or he thought he did. It came out rather baritone and demanding. It sort of scared Jared.
"Hmm?" Warden answered. He took the spoon out of his mouth slowly, licking his lips as seductively as he could. He wondered how long it would take for Jared to break and give himself away.
Jared suddenly felt utterly trapped. His boss had chosen the worst time to come onto him. Why hadn't this happened five hours ago when they were alone? Jared hadn't been nearly as terrified of his erection then. But now, he couldn't do anything. If he tried to escape, everyone would see it. If he didn't move, he might stand a chance, but he also might bust a load in his pants if the Warden tried to do anything else. He started getting sweaty, trying to figure out how to make this situation any better.
Alice watched Jared squirm with a secret pleasure, though her mind was on him with huge, bulging muscles, worshiping her shoes. In fact, that's what she thought of when she looked at anyone. Except the Warden, but she happened to catch what he was doing to Jared and almost, almost, almost smiled. This harassment was almost worth it.
Warden went on with eating when Jared didn't say anything, but his methods continued to be suggestive, especially when he decided to move to what appeared to be something close to pudding. It was the pathetic dessert, but it did taste better than the green stuff. "Mmm." Warden's tone continued to be suggestive as well, his tongue rolling across the head of the spoon, eyes half closed. He could do this all day. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
Jared's hand shot across the table, grabbing Warden's wrist and successfully gaining the attention of nearly every living person in the cafeteria. Jared was shaking, his fingers white around Warden's suit sleeve. "Sir," he said again, low and demanding. He wasn't sure whether to tell him to stop, or go, or to just take him right then and there. That thought scared him, of leaping across the table and fucking the Warden right then and there with everyone watching them. But it thrilled him e-
"WARDEN!" he cried hoarsely, panting. He slapped a hand over his mouth, breathing loudly from between his fingers and only managed to tear his eyes away from the growing wet spot on the groin of his pants to look up in terror at the Warden. And the rest of the inmates. And Alice. Smug, stuck up Alice.
Warden hadn't exactly expected that kind of reaction, but he cracked a grin nonetheless. He would have clapped if Jared didn't have such a tight grip on his wrist. "You okay there, buddy? You look a little flustered." Oh, he was such a dick sometimes. All the time. He almost felt bad for Jared. Almost. "Looks like you spilled a little something on your pants," he added casually, trying not to snicker once he started biting his lip.
Jared flushed with humiliation, the tips of his ears burning all the way to his toes. He couldn't seem to get his hand off of his mouth or Warden's wrist, and just sat there, watching Warden trying so hard not to laugh and feeling -sick-. He started to sweat and shake again. He was already getting hard again. He panicked, on the verge of tears. It was the abuse. It was always the abuse. He suddenly tore his hands from Warden and his mouth and ran screaming from the cafeteria, up a zany flight of stairs and into his office, slamming the door shut and barricading it, panting and wiping his face.
The entire cafeteria burst out laughing, which caused hearty back slaps, which caused knife fights, and before any one knew, there was a full blown riot.
Alice didn't have time to laugh as she got to work kicking ass.