A/N – The next few chapters are longer than the first. I just had to get the intros out of the way.

Sorry it took me so long to update . . . I have had computer troubles. Please R&R

Getting to Know Toby

"Count!" All the EM City inmates begin to line up in front of their pods. "97S110, 98K514, 97N909 . . . Okay, everyone in your pods! Lockdown for the night." Everyone turned and went in their rooms. Albeit, only five o'clock and at least five hours to Lights Out.

"Its only five o'clock. What are we supposed to do for . . . what time is lights out?" "Ten" "Ten! Five hours locked in here with nothing to do! How have you learned to cope like this? Caged up like rats, and just spinning our wheels and going no where."

"It really isn't all that bad. The time really does go fast when you get used to it. I mean, there are things to do to pass the time. Read, Think, do Push-Ups, Shave, Talk . . ." he was interrupted by a hand thrown up by Chris.

"That's a good list, but . . . reading: can't do that to well, thinking: too much of that would drive me crazy, Push ups: well, if you haven't noticed, my arm is broken, shaving: that only takes five minutes."

"So I guess that leaves talking. We could get to know each other. Try to become friends, not just podmates. And don't worry, your arm won't be broken forever, and if you want, I can help and teach you to read."

"That would be awesome, but I really don't want to owe ya. That has gotten me into trouble in the past. Maybe there is something I can help you with. Do you know how to wrestle? Defend yourself in a fight? I'm good at that. So maybe we could make a deal."

"Okay" he says hesitantly "I will teach you to read better and you can teach me to wrestle."

Chris picks up on the shift in tone, "Its okay, don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."

Silence falls over the pod for a couple of minutes until Chris breaks it. "So, what got you here? You don't seem like the prison type."

"Thanks. I . . . uh . . . got drunk, drove and hit a girl on her bike. Vehicular Manslaughter. I will never forgive myself. You?"

"Me? I have done too much to keep track of why I am here at this particular time. But I broke my arm in a motorcycle crash while running from the cops after I robbed a grocery store. Stupid huh? So, what did you do for a living? Probably a doctor or something, right?"

"Not really. I was a lawyer, they disbarred me when I was convicted. Maybe if I get paroled I will get to practice again. What were you?"

"Lawyer. Never really liked them, but you seem cool. I was never really anything. I was sent to jail for the first time when I was seventeen, Lardner, upstate. Been in and out ever since. Lardner was an experience . . . ya know our neighbor friend?" He pauses shooting his eyes in the right direction, which was easy because they only had one neighbor. "Vern and me were cellmates. Lets just say that I was introduced to prison life from day one."

"You too, huh? I thought he only liked nerdy, newbees. Wouldn't have pegged you as Vern's type. Did he leave his mark? And I don't mean just emotionally."

"What? . . .um. . . no, I just got butt fucked a few times, and I wanted to be alive the next morning, so I sucked cock every night." He says hesitantly, trying not to show to much emotion or vulnerability, "Why? You get physically marked?"

"Yeah," he pulls down his shorts and reveals the swastika burned in his butt. "I guess you could say that. It was a blessing to get out of his pod. Then you coming today gave me a reason to stay away today. How about we just watch each other and maybe Vern won't do much."

"Sounds great, but he doesn't give up easily. But, I do have a small body count now including some Aryan cock-suckers. Once he left, I sorta took my anger out on the brotherhood, probably not the best idea, but it sounded okay at the time." He said all this while studying the burn and giving Toby a sympathetic look.

He fingered the burn, making Toby wince. Toby finally flinched when the pain was too much. Chris backed down and motioned for Toby to sit next to him on the bed. Toby pulled up his shorts and sat down as he heard Murphy call for 'lights out' from the guard station. After all the clicking of the lights going out stopped, Chris put his hand on Toby's thigh. After a slight reflex to move away, Toby relaxes under Chris' touch.

What's he doing? Is he a fag? Toby contemplates the situation as Chris massages his thigh and then moves to rubbing his back with one hand and combing his fingers through Toby's hair with the other. Wait. . .I think I'm enjoying this. This is weird. I am a married man with children, I'm not supposed to enjoy this. Does this make me a fag? No, of course not, I haven't done anything, he is just rubbing my back. If this isn't supposed to affect me, then what is this feeling in the pit of my stomach? I know what that is, I felt that the first time I saw . . .Gen. Oh, God, I am not supposed to feel like this towards a man, what am I going to do?

"Toby. Hey Toby. . ."

These words snapped Toby from his trip to the ozone. He looked up and met Chris' gaze. Immediately he felt strangely attracted to him, he noticed the sharp, yet hurt, look to his gorgeous sapphire eyes, the toneness of is six pack abs and the adorable grin he had on his face.

"What?" Chris asked when he noticed Toby staring and looking him over.

"I . . . uh . . . I can't believe that I am going to say this, but . . . your . . . um . . . gorgeous. I mean cute, I mean hot, hell I don't know what the right word is" he stammered while he felt his face grow warm with redness. Chris said nothing for a minute, this made Toby nervous and he turned away from the gaze he had fixed on Chris' eyes.

"Its okay, I was just thinking the same about you." Chris finally said, in an almost intimate whisper. After waiting for his reaction, and not getting one, Chris leaned over and kissed the back of Toby's neck softly. Startled, Toby jumped up and turned around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya. I just wanted to know what you tasted like."

"Its okay, it just caught me off guard. That's all." He cam back to the bunk as Chris stood up. "Now that you had you taste, let me have mine." he came back with a mischievous grin. He leaned in and kissed the crook of Chris' neck where it met his shoulder. Without hesitation, he began to make a trail of kisses up Chris' neck, down his jaw line and finally stopping at the corner of his mouth.

"Why'd ya stop?" Chris asked with a moan. He put his hands on Toby's waist and pulled him closer. Since they were standing, Toby's arms were on Chris' shoulders and stretched out over the top bunk. Suddenly, Chris felt a hand on the back of his head, and was pulled to Toby's mouth without an answer.

At first the kiss was tentative, but then fell into something passionate. Chris' lips parted and he soon found Toby's tongue exploring and tasting every nook n' cranny of his mouth. Finally, both men pulled away reluctantly gasping for oxygen, never leaving the embrace they held. They looked into each others eyes and stared until one blinked. Chris' grin grew wide as he took control and spun Toby around so his back was to the bunk, then without a word, closed the space between them. He drove his lips into Toby's and felt Toby melt under the touch. Chris then laid Toby on the bottom bunk. Both men lay there gazing to the endless wonder that was the other's eyes. Finally, Toby's hand found Chris' neck and pulled him in for another passionate make out session. After about another half an hour, both were panting and lying next to each other, each on their sides.

"Good night Toby." Chris said as he wrapped his strong arm around Toby's waist.

"Good night Chris." Toby said as he looked up and gave him one last kiss.

Both men fell asleep with smiles on their faces and new feelings in their hearts. They didn't know what the feelings were or how strong they were until the next day.