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wl_fanfictionDon’t Stand So Close to Me
For: Sungreen70
Rated: R for language
Pairing: Col/Greg if you squint your eye and tilt a little
Summary: Ryan gets a talking to and the guys learn a new way to have fun
Disclaimer: still own jack poo
Chapter 2
The next day, Ryan was sitting in a chair inside the Warden’s office and still couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught. He was the best in the biz and yet he was caught by one of the new meats. He’d have to teach that little twat a lesson soon, before he got killed. That’s how Ryan always saw it: If he didn’t do it, someone else a lot less forgiving would teach the kids in a way they probably wouldn’t survive. And now he was sitting in front of the warden’s desk, Officer Brady and Officer Patterson behind him on either side making sure he didn’t break out of his handcuffs.
Warden Weiz came in, ignoring everyone and giving Ryan a chance to check out the ass pressing nicely against her pencil skirt. He didn’t say anything though. No one fucked with Weiz if they wanted to get out. “That will be all officers,” she dismissed them both without looking up from Ryan’s file she had pulled from her filing cabinet. “Stiles, you are aware of what the word ‘contraband’ means, correct?” she fixed him with that iron gaze that made even the most hardened of boys want to squirm.
Ryan resisted the urge. “Yeah, what of it?”
“It seems you’ve been caught smuggling contraband items such as cigarettes, and… pantyhose and makeup?”
“One of the guys wanted to get his boyfriend something nice, so what?” Ryan shrugged.
“Stiles, please understand that you’re here only at my sufferance. Too many indiscretions like this will put you into one of the more… unsavory facilities where continued education isn’t something they worry about.”
“I dropped out of high school for a reason lady.”
“Yes, I see how far that’s gotten you.” Ryan glared at her impassive face before looking away. “Look,” her voice was suddenly tired. “Stop doing things like this. I don’t want to send you to a place like that. I like you, you’re a good guy.”
“So you aren’t gonna punish me?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, I am.” She cocked her head, looking at his folder. “You’re going to be put on janitorial and road crew duties until further notice, and in the mean time, I want you to knock off the betting pool on Mr. Mochrie.”
“You know about that?” he blinked. She just looked at him. “Of course you know, you know everything that happens in this place.”
“Too right. If you can’t behave, I’ll make you join a second class with him.”
“Yeah? And what class would that be? Balding, Pasty Men 101?”
She regarded him sternly. “Consider yourself an official student of Mr. Mochrie every Tuesday and Thursday in Auditorium C, Stiles.” She wrote it down in his file.
He groaned. “Come on, it was just a joke!”
“I’m aware of that. That’s why I’m signing you up. That class could use a comedian or two.” She opened the door and beckoned the guards.
“You could use a comedian or two,” he muttered as Brady and Patterson came in and hauled him up by his elbows. He towered over them both.
Weiz waited at the door, and as one of the tallest women Ryan had ever seen, she was almost able to look him in the eye. “Cheer up Stiles,” her mouth twitched. “I’m predicting you and Mr. Mochrie are going to become fast friends.”
“Joy,” he growled, shuffling out of the office with Brady and Patterson.
----
“Okay class, shut the hell up,” Greg’s nasal voice carried over the rowdy conversations in the huge auditorium. Wonderfully designed, it was a fully operational if small theatre that had sadly collected a lot of dust. The entire first class period had been spent cleaning it, and a few of the students had known enough about mechanics to help with the rigging and gaffing. Colin sat in the wings watching Greg. The man looked right at home, in his element it would seem, on the black lacquer stage with all of the spotlights on him.
He looked quite handsome too, nattily dressed in a black suit with a blue shirt and tie.
“Okay you miserable sods, this is the first meeting of the drama class. I’m sorry you have to be here, but obviously if you are here it’s your own damn fault. I’d like you to meet your other teacher Colin Mochrie,” he swept out his arm and Colin glided on stage. His stage fright wasn’t exactly as paralyzing as he’d thought it would be. The chorus of less than rousing shouts did nothing to inhibit the buzz he got from just being there.
“Hi, now some of you may know me from Science class, therefore you already know I have little to no sense of humour whatsoever.” A small murmur of disagreement swept through the students. “In this class, we’re going to be teaching skills in acting, script writing-” he noticed a hand waving frantically in the air. “Yes uh… Carey?”
“Mr. Mochrie,” the boy looked stocky, but it was a solid, I-can-kick-your-ass stocky. “Are we going to be learning about comedy?”
“Yeah, I don’t wanna do Romeo and Juliet if we don’t have a Juliet!” another boy chorused.
“Jeff would make a great Juliet!” someone from the opposite end shouted, making everyone laugh.
Colin waved for them to quiet down. Surprisingly they did. “Yes actually for warm ups we’re going to be doing something called Improv.”
“What’s that?”
“Sounds shitty.”
“Hey!” Greg barked, making everyone jump. “Improv is a type of comedy where you actually work with people and make up funny stuff a the drop of a hat. Much better than stand up.”
“Yeah, I can’t do stand up for crap,” Colin nodded. “Today, we’re just going to show you guys how a game or two is played. What should we play since we only have the two of us?” he asked Greg.
“Well, there’s 90 Second Alphabet, Sound Effects, Secret-”
“Let’s do Secret. That’s the only one I recognize,” he chuckled.
“Alrighty. The game is Secret and the premise is, we enter the scene seconds before a secret is discovered, now I need some of your help,” he gestured to the students. “Where should the scene take place?”
“Showers!”
“Locker room!”
“Bunk Beds!”
“We’ll take showers,” Greg called out. Everyone laughed. “Okay, now where should the secret be hidden?”
“The soap!”
“The soap? Come on!” Greg snarked.
“The drain!”
“That’s better, much more realistic.” He rolled his eyes and turned to Colin, slipping into character. Colin felt a little uneasy by how easy it was for him and desperately tried to recall everything he’d learned about acting. “Hey Bobby, didn’t expect to see you in the showers again,” Greg leered, rubbing his hands over his body like he was showering.
Colin did the same. “Ah well, you know how it is,” he shrugged. They both made manly grunting noises like they understood what the other was talking about.
“So what happened? I haven’t seen you here for a while,” Greg asked.
“Well, I had some stuff to take care of-”
“Hang on a second…” Greg squatted down, looking at something, “Dammit, the damn shower drain’s clogged again.”
Colin immediately looked shifty. “Oh, uh, don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it when no one is around to see what I’m doing.”
“Nonsense,” Greg waved him away trying to pry the lid up.
“Don’t I’ll take care of it!” Colin panicked, but Greg pulled it up and froze. The audience laughed as Colin’s eyes darted back and forth while Greg rose holding something and staring at Colin in disbelief.
“A Santa bondage outfit?” he asked incredulously. The boys howled.
Colin bit the inside of his cheek before turning away dramatically. “Well, you don’t really get to have a jolly holiday in this place… and I thought that maybe… you’d like to have your stocking stuffed.”
Greg smiled, trying not to laugh. “But Colin…”
“I know, I know! You don’t love me that way, I just thought…maybe if I was dressed like Santa, you’d change your mind…” Colin looked at the ground, shoulders drooped. Some of the students even went ‘Awww’.
Greg stepped close to him. “Colin, Santa is such a major turn on for me even if I am Jewish! Would you put on the Santa costume?”
“No! Why wear it if you won’t love me?! You just want me for the sex!”
“I do love you, but I’ll love you even more if you’re dressed attractively.” Colin gave him an indignant glare. “Please?” Greg tried to look cute but fell short.
Colin sighed. “Fine but just this once,” he grumbled and made the motions of pulling off his clothes, making the audience shout wolf whistles and roars of approval. Once he’d mimed putting it on, he turned, chest puffed out proudly.
Greg tore his clothes off. “Take me now, Santa!” He leapt onto Colin and planted a big smacking kiss on his lips. The students went berserk.
When they parted, Colin and Greg took a bow before Greg wiped his mouth daintily and turned to Colin with a grin. “That was lovely Colin, wasn’t it gentlemen?” he asked. The students shouted and pumped fists in the air. “Look like fun? Great, ‘cause this is what you’ll be learning. What this teaches you is the importance of listening to your fellow actor and the willingness to do just about anything for a laugh.”
“Correct, now we’re going to be teaching you different techniques and stuff like that, but mostly we’re just going to be calling you all up, probably 2 at a time, and having you play games with us. After you all get the hang of it, we’ll let four of you have the stage and then we’ll pick the best and perform for the rest of the facility.” Everyone groaned at the prospect of performing for the rest of the guys, but the games looked like too much fun to do otherwise. The bell rang and everyone rose quickly under the eyes of their guards and left. A few even stopped to talk to Colin and Greg before they were ushered into the hallways.
“Well, I’d say that was successful,” Greg patted Colin on the back.
Colin let out a gusty sigh, slumping into a chair. “God, that was one of the more nerve-wracking things I’ve ever done.”
Greg settled down next to him, propping his feet up on another chair. “Fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.” They laughed.
“I enjoyed the kiss, too,” Greg looked sideways at Colin.
He blushed, smiling. “Good. I like to think I haven’t lost my touch. So who are we going to bring up onstage first?”
Greg noticed the abrupt change in subject but didn’t comment. “Well,” he took off his glasses and polished them. “I was thinking maybe Drew, Jeff and Brad for starters, what do you think?”
“Sounds good to me,” Colin heaved to his feet. “To the bar?”
“To the bar!” Greg leapt to his feet, snatched his and Colin’s coats and charged out the door.
----
“Hey Ry guy, missed you in class today,” Drew said from the door of his cell. Ryan groaned, settling down into his bunk. Drew followed him, looking down at him, bright blue eyes twinkling down from behind his thick rimmed glasses.
“Got called in to see Mom.”
“Ah Mom,” Drew sighed. “Isn’t there a rule that says Wardens aren’t supposed to be so damn hot?”
“Hot as she is, she’s the biggest cast iron bitch I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, I bet her panties are rusty,” Brad snorted.
Drew giggled, making everyone glance their way.
Ryan scrubbed his eyes. “What did I miss in class?”
“What do you care?” Drew gave him the fish eye. Ryan glared at him. “Okay, okay fine. Uh, not much, we’re gonna be studying the effects of underwater volcanic vents in Mochrie’s class for the next week.”
“Lawrence is making us read up on WW2,” Brad interjected helpfully.
“Is that the one with the Nazis?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah. See what else? Oh! Proops is having us read up on some pretty hot stuff by D.H. Lawrence.”
“Who’s that?”
“No idea.” Brad scratched the back of his neck. “Oh, and that new Drama class is lookin’ pretty kick ass.”
“Sounds dumb as fuck to me,” Ryan groaned, rolling over and curling up into his pillow.
“It wasn’t surprisingly,” Drew scratched at his chin. “That Mochrie guy and Proops were pretty damn funny.”
“They do stand up?” Ryan asked, finally interested.
“Nah, it was something called Improv.”
“Say what?”
“It’s this type of comedy where you have more than one guy, and they create this whole situation from a bunch of suggestions from the audience. Pull everything out of their asses and it was friggin’ hilarious!”
“Yeah, especially when Proops jumped Mochrie and planted a big one on him,” Brad grinned.
Ryan’s head shot up. “Wait, Proops kissed Mochrie?”
“Yep, it was awesome. Mochrie didn’t seem to mind either.”
Ryan’s eyebrows crept up to his hairline. “Hmm.”
Brad cocked his head at him. “You thinkin’ of making a move on the teacher?”
“Who?” Drew blinked. “Which one? Proops or Mochrie?”
“Yes.”
Ryan blinked at him. “What? No! Well,” he grinned, “maybe if my grades slip.”
They laughed as Jeff joined them. He jumped Brad, grabbing him in a fierce strangle hold. Ryan and Drew just looked on as Brad slowly turned purple and beat frantically at Jeff’s arm locked around his windpipe. Ryan turned to Drew. “What did Brad do now?”
“He suggested in Drama that Jeff play Juliet.”
Ryan winced. “Brad, you know better than that.”
“Damn right he does,” Jeff growled. “What do you say Brad?”
Brad gurgled.
“Can’t hear you!” Jeff crooned quietly.
“Maybe if you give him some air he can say sorry,” Drew suggested lightly, flipping through his book.
Jeff considered it, then let up a little. Brad took in a great gust of air, choking and gagging. “Sorry… sorry, sorry!” he whispered, voice cracked. Jeff let him go, letting him slump to the floor before bending down to pick him up and set him on the bed, sitting down next to him.
“I really wish you wouldn’t say those things about me Brad.”
Brad croaked, slumping heavily against the much smaller boy. Jeff put his arm around the taller boy’s shoulder.
“Lock down and lights out in two minutes,” came the nightly announcement. They all drifted to their own cells
“You know Brad, always has to push the envelope,” Ryan sighed. “Goodnight you guys.”
“Night Ry,” they echoed, settling down into their cells. Minutes later the lights in their wing went out.
For: Sungreen70
Rated: R for language
Pairing: Col/Greg if you squint your eye and tilt a little
Summary: Ryan gets a talking to and the guys learn a new way to have fun
Disclaimer: still own jack poo
Chapter 2
The next day, Ryan was sitting in a chair inside the Warden’s office and still couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught. He was the best in the biz and yet he was caught by one of the new meats. He’d have to teach that little twat a lesson soon, before he got killed. That’s how Ryan always saw it: If he didn’t do it, someone else a lot less forgiving would teach the kids in a way they probably wouldn’t survive. And now he was sitting in front of the warden’s desk, Officer Brady and Officer Patterson behind him on either side making sure he didn’t break out of his handcuffs.
Warden Weiz came in, ignoring everyone and giving Ryan a chance to check out the ass pressing nicely against her pencil skirt. He didn’t say anything though. No one fucked with Weiz if they wanted to get out. “That will be all officers,” she dismissed them both without looking up from Ryan’s file she had pulled from her filing cabinet. “Stiles, you are aware of what the word ‘contraband’ means, correct?” she fixed him with that iron gaze that made even the most hardened of boys want to squirm.
Ryan resisted the urge. “Yeah, what of it?”
“It seems you’ve been caught smuggling contraband items such as cigarettes, and… pantyhose and makeup?”
“One of the guys wanted to get his boyfriend something nice, so what?” Ryan shrugged.
“Stiles, please understand that you’re here only at my sufferance. Too many indiscretions like this will put you into one of the more… unsavory facilities where continued education isn’t something they worry about.”
“I dropped out of high school for a reason lady.”
“Yes, I see how far that’s gotten you.” Ryan glared at her impassive face before looking away. “Look,” her voice was suddenly tired. “Stop doing things like this. I don’t want to send you to a place like that. I like you, you’re a good guy.”
“So you aren’t gonna punish me?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, I am.” She cocked her head, looking at his folder. “You’re going to be put on janitorial and road crew duties until further notice, and in the mean time, I want you to knock off the betting pool on Mr. Mochrie.”
“You know about that?” he blinked. She just looked at him. “Of course you know, you know everything that happens in this place.”
“Too right. If you can’t behave, I’ll make you join a second class with him.”
“Yeah? And what class would that be? Balding, Pasty Men 101?”
She regarded him sternly. “Consider yourself an official student of Mr. Mochrie every Tuesday and Thursday in Auditorium C, Stiles.” She wrote it down in his file.
He groaned. “Come on, it was just a joke!”
“I’m aware of that. That’s why I’m signing you up. That class could use a comedian or two.” She opened the door and beckoned the guards.
“You could use a comedian or two,” he muttered as Brady and Patterson came in and hauled him up by his elbows. He towered over them both.
Weiz waited at the door, and as one of the tallest women Ryan had ever seen, she was almost able to look him in the eye. “Cheer up Stiles,” her mouth twitched. “I’m predicting you and Mr. Mochrie are going to become fast friends.”
“Joy,” he growled, shuffling out of the office with Brady and Patterson.
----
“Okay class, shut the hell up,” Greg’s nasal voice carried over the rowdy conversations in the huge auditorium. Wonderfully designed, it was a fully operational if small theatre that had sadly collected a lot of dust. The entire first class period had been spent cleaning it, and a few of the students had known enough about mechanics to help with the rigging and gaffing. Colin sat in the wings watching Greg. The man looked right at home, in his element it would seem, on the black lacquer stage with all of the spotlights on him.
He looked quite handsome too, nattily dressed in a black suit with a blue shirt and tie.
“Okay you miserable sods, this is the first meeting of the drama class. I’m sorry you have to be here, but obviously if you are here it’s your own damn fault. I’d like you to meet your other teacher Colin Mochrie,” he swept out his arm and Colin glided on stage. His stage fright wasn’t exactly as paralyzing as he’d thought it would be. The chorus of less than rousing shouts did nothing to inhibit the buzz he got from just being there.
“Hi, now some of you may know me from Science class, therefore you already know I have little to no sense of humour whatsoever.” A small murmur of disagreement swept through the students. “In this class, we’re going to be teaching skills in acting, script writing-” he noticed a hand waving frantically in the air. “Yes uh… Carey?”
“Mr. Mochrie,” the boy looked stocky, but it was a solid, I-can-kick-your-ass stocky. “Are we going to be learning about comedy?”
“Yeah, I don’t wanna do Romeo and Juliet if we don’t have a Juliet!” another boy chorused.
“Jeff would make a great Juliet!” someone from the opposite end shouted, making everyone laugh.
Colin waved for them to quiet down. Surprisingly they did. “Yes actually for warm ups we’re going to be doing something called Improv.”
“What’s that?”
“Sounds shitty.”
“Hey!” Greg barked, making everyone jump. “Improv is a type of comedy where you actually work with people and make up funny stuff a the drop of a hat. Much better than stand up.”
“Yeah, I can’t do stand up for crap,” Colin nodded. “Today, we’re just going to show you guys how a game or two is played. What should we play since we only have the two of us?” he asked Greg.
“Well, there’s 90 Second Alphabet, Sound Effects, Secret-”
“Let’s do Secret. That’s the only one I recognize,” he chuckled.
“Alrighty. The game is Secret and the premise is, we enter the scene seconds before a secret is discovered, now I need some of your help,” he gestured to the students. “Where should the scene take place?”
“Showers!”
“Locker room!”
“Bunk Beds!”
“We’ll take showers,” Greg called out. Everyone laughed. “Okay, now where should the secret be hidden?”
“The soap!”
“The soap? Come on!” Greg snarked.
“The drain!”
“That’s better, much more realistic.” He rolled his eyes and turned to Colin, slipping into character. Colin felt a little uneasy by how easy it was for him and desperately tried to recall everything he’d learned about acting. “Hey Bobby, didn’t expect to see you in the showers again,” Greg leered, rubbing his hands over his body like he was showering.
Colin did the same. “Ah well, you know how it is,” he shrugged. They both made manly grunting noises like they understood what the other was talking about.
“So what happened? I haven’t seen you here for a while,” Greg asked.
“Well, I had some stuff to take care of-”
“Hang on a second…” Greg squatted down, looking at something, “Dammit, the damn shower drain’s clogged again.”
Colin immediately looked shifty. “Oh, uh, don’t worry about that I’ll take care of it when no one is around to see what I’m doing.”
“Nonsense,” Greg waved him away trying to pry the lid up.
“Don’t I’ll take care of it!” Colin panicked, but Greg pulled it up and froze. The audience laughed as Colin’s eyes darted back and forth while Greg rose holding something and staring at Colin in disbelief.
“A Santa bondage outfit?” he asked incredulously. The boys howled.
Colin bit the inside of his cheek before turning away dramatically. “Well, you don’t really get to have a jolly holiday in this place… and I thought that maybe… you’d like to have your stocking stuffed.”
Greg smiled, trying not to laugh. “But Colin…”
“I know, I know! You don’t love me that way, I just thought…maybe if I was dressed like Santa, you’d change your mind…” Colin looked at the ground, shoulders drooped. Some of the students even went ‘Awww’.
Greg stepped close to him. “Colin, Santa is such a major turn on for me even if I am Jewish! Would you put on the Santa costume?”
“No! Why wear it if you won’t love me?! You just want me for the sex!”
“I do love you, but I’ll love you even more if you’re dressed attractively.” Colin gave him an indignant glare. “Please?” Greg tried to look cute but fell short.
Colin sighed. “Fine but just this once,” he grumbled and made the motions of pulling off his clothes, making the audience shout wolf whistles and roars of approval. Once he’d mimed putting it on, he turned, chest puffed out proudly.
Greg tore his clothes off. “Take me now, Santa!” He leapt onto Colin and planted a big smacking kiss on his lips. The students went berserk.
When they parted, Colin and Greg took a bow before Greg wiped his mouth daintily and turned to Colin with a grin. “That was lovely Colin, wasn’t it gentlemen?” he asked. The students shouted and pumped fists in the air. “Look like fun? Great, ‘cause this is what you’ll be learning. What this teaches you is the importance of listening to your fellow actor and the willingness to do just about anything for a laugh.”
“Correct, now we’re going to be teaching you different techniques and stuff like that, but mostly we’re just going to be calling you all up, probably 2 at a time, and having you play games with us. After you all get the hang of it, we’ll let four of you have the stage and then we’ll pick the best and perform for the rest of the facility.” Everyone groaned at the prospect of performing for the rest of the guys, but the games looked like too much fun to do otherwise. The bell rang and everyone rose quickly under the eyes of their guards and left. A few even stopped to talk to Colin and Greg before they were ushered into the hallways.
“Well, I’d say that was successful,” Greg patted Colin on the back.
Colin let out a gusty sigh, slumping into a chair. “God, that was one of the more nerve-wracking things I’ve ever done.”
Greg settled down next to him, propping his feet up on another chair. “Fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.” They laughed.
“I enjoyed the kiss, too,” Greg looked sideways at Colin.
He blushed, smiling. “Good. I like to think I haven’t lost my touch. So who are we going to bring up onstage first?”
Greg noticed the abrupt change in subject but didn’t comment. “Well,” he took off his glasses and polished them. “I was thinking maybe Drew, Jeff and Brad for starters, what do you think?”
“Sounds good to me,” Colin heaved to his feet. “To the bar?”
“To the bar!” Greg leapt to his feet, snatched his and Colin’s coats and charged out the door.
----
“Hey Ry guy, missed you in class today,” Drew said from the door of his cell. Ryan groaned, settling down into his bunk. Drew followed him, looking down at him, bright blue eyes twinkling down from behind his thick rimmed glasses.
“Got called in to see Mom.”
“Ah Mom,” Drew sighed. “Isn’t there a rule that says Wardens aren’t supposed to be so damn hot?”
“Hot as she is, she’s the biggest cast iron bitch I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, I bet her panties are rusty,” Brad snorted.
Drew giggled, making everyone glance their way.
Ryan scrubbed his eyes. “What did I miss in class?”
“What do you care?” Drew gave him the fish eye. Ryan glared at him. “Okay, okay fine. Uh, not much, we’re gonna be studying the effects of underwater volcanic vents in Mochrie’s class for the next week.”
“Lawrence is making us read up on WW2,” Brad interjected helpfully.
“Is that the one with the Nazis?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah. See what else? Oh! Proops is having us read up on some pretty hot stuff by D.H. Lawrence.”
“Who’s that?”
“No idea.” Brad scratched the back of his neck. “Oh, and that new Drama class is lookin’ pretty kick ass.”
“Sounds dumb as fuck to me,” Ryan groaned, rolling over and curling up into his pillow.
“It wasn’t surprisingly,” Drew scratched at his chin. “That Mochrie guy and Proops were pretty damn funny.”
“They do stand up?” Ryan asked, finally interested.
“Nah, it was something called Improv.”
“Say what?”
“It’s this type of comedy where you have more than one guy, and they create this whole situation from a bunch of suggestions from the audience. Pull everything out of their asses and it was friggin’ hilarious!”
“Yeah, especially when Proops jumped Mochrie and planted a big one on him,” Brad grinned.
Ryan’s head shot up. “Wait, Proops kissed Mochrie?”
“Yep, it was awesome. Mochrie didn’t seem to mind either.”
Ryan’s eyebrows crept up to his hairline. “Hmm.”
Brad cocked his head at him. “You thinkin’ of making a move on the teacher?”
“Who?” Drew blinked. “Which one? Proops or Mochrie?”
“Yes.”
Ryan blinked at him. “What? No! Well,” he grinned, “maybe if my grades slip.”
They laughed as Jeff joined them. He jumped Brad, grabbing him in a fierce strangle hold. Ryan and Drew just looked on as Brad slowly turned purple and beat frantically at Jeff’s arm locked around his windpipe. Ryan turned to Drew. “What did Brad do now?”
“He suggested in Drama that Jeff play Juliet.”
Ryan winced. “Brad, you know better than that.”
“Damn right he does,” Jeff growled. “What do you say Brad?”
Brad gurgled.
“Can’t hear you!” Jeff crooned quietly.
“Maybe if you give him some air he can say sorry,” Drew suggested lightly, flipping through his book.
Jeff considered it, then let up a little. Brad took in a great gust of air, choking and gagging. “Sorry… sorry, sorry!” he whispered, voice cracked. Jeff let him go, letting him slump to the floor before bending down to pick him up and set him on the bed, sitting down next to him.
“I really wish you wouldn’t say those things about me Brad.”
Brad croaked, slumping heavily against the much smaller boy. Jeff put his arm around the taller boy’s shoulder.
“Lock down and lights out in two minutes,” came the nightly announcement. They all drifted to their own cells
“You know Brad, always has to push the envelope,” Ryan sighed. “Goodnight you guys.”
“Night Ry,” they echoed, settling down into their cells. Minutes later the lights in their wing went out.
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