Tapioca - Chapter 5

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The final part of Tapioca! It's pretty long, but it's my favourite chapter to write. Let me know what you think!

Title: Tapioca
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I don't have any cigarettes either :(

Chapter 5

A year had passed since Greg, Jeff and Chip had gone. Life inside Fracture had now become hell for Ryan and Colin. Everyday they talked about escaping, every week they were attacked for their relationship, every second that passed they were glad that had each other.

"Do you think we could do it?" Colin asked one night, nursing his bruised ribs. He had been attacked on Social Level while Ryan had left for the toilet. They had scarped when Ryan had come back. When either of them were alone, a group of four or five could take them easily. Together, Ryan and Colin could, and had, beat them all senseless. Usually, it was McShane who led it. He had hated them ever since they had beat Sessions up nearly ten years ago, they were friends until Sessions had tried to escape.

"I dunno Col. But the more I think about, even if we do get caught, would it even be that bad?"

"What d'you mean?" If they died, they might not be together ever again. Colin didn't know how the afterlife worked.

"I'm sick of having to look over my back every single time we go out for meal time. I haven't showered in a week because last time, a group of them tried to bend me over a sink." Ryan shuddered. He had experienced many things in prison, but attempted rape had been a new one. "If you hadn't come in to see where I was Col, they could've raped me. I'm sick of it."

Colin moved so he was holding Ryan in his arms. Ryan snuggled into them easily. "I think we should try it Col. I mean, together, we can beat off a group of five men in here for assault." Colin smiled, remembering that time. McShane and his cronies had wanted the pool table, while he and Ryan weren't exactly ready to give it up. One of them, Merton, had quickly looked around for the guards and then had jumped at Ryan. He had simply smacked his pool cue across Merton's head which had sent him flying. McShane and his group stepped forward, but Ryan had simply pulled out his small knife from the waistband of his trousers. That was the end of that fight.

"When?" Colin's voice was small. He had admitted to Ryan that he was scared shitless of trying, but, since Ryan's near miss a week ago, his desire to get out was becoming stronger than his fear.

"The meeting in two days time. That never ends without a fight. I reckon we could get out then.”

“I hope we get out.”

“Me too. C’mon, we should get some sleep before we have to defend our lives tomorrow.”

Colin smiled up at Ryan, who placed a kiss on the top of his head. They snuggled together on Colin’s bunk, Ryan’s blanket pulled over the end as it normally was. Brady was standing outside their cell though, and could just see them. The blanket covered the bottom of the bunk, but not the side. He stood watching them, silently amazed at the obvious love that the two men shared. They both in here for the murder of four men collectively, and yet, the man who had killed two men with his hands was using those hands to lovingly caress another man who had shot two people without blinking. Brady couldn’t hear what was being said, but he could realise that the two men were preparing for something, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was. What was puzzling Brady was when they would try to escape. Then it hit him. There was a meeting in two days of all the assembled inmates, which never went smoothly. The staff celebrate if they can get through a meeting like that without an inmate dying. That only happened once in the whole of Brady’s career at Fracture. If Stiles and Mochrie were going to try and escape, then he was going to give them a decent shot at it.

The next morning, Brady woke up all the inmates for breakfast. As they all piled out, he motioned for Ryan and Colin to remain in their cells. They looked at each other, a slightly worried look etched on both their faces. Security on them had been increased when Chip had hung himself for fear that they might try to escape. Only in the past few weeks had it dwindled away to the normal level needed for each prisoner.

“What you keeping us behind for Brady?” Ryan asked him. He was not in the mood today, and if Brady was informing him that their security was being stepped up again, then there was no way that they could escape.

“I just noticed that you boys were getting some trouble recently, so I thought that if I kept you behind you wouldn’t get so much bother.”

Colin chuckled, and Ryan snorted. Brady, on the other hand, was puzzled. He thought that he was doing them a favour.

“I say something funny?”

“No,” Colin said, “But it doesn’t matter what you do, we’re gonna get trouble.”

“How come?”

Ryan held up their joined hands. “We’re gay. You know how many people hate that?”

Brady shrugged. He had no problem with that. To him, if two people were happy, then that was that. It didn’t matter what sex they were.

“A lot, your colleague Patterson for example.” Ryan continued, “He’d suck off Frost for three hours straight if he got us in a room alone with several torture implements.”

Brady chuckled. “You’d better move then, there’ll be nothing left.”

Ryan and Colin heaved themselves off their bed, their hands still joined. Brady walked behind them, staring at their hands, especially Ryan’s. Looking at them both, he couldn’t believe that they had killed people. Ryan’s hands seemed more suited to an artist, long and elegant, but instead, he had used to beat two people until they never drew breath again. He shook his head, wondering for what felt like the millionth time why he was doing this job.

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The day of the meeting arrived surprisingly quickly. Both Ryan and Colin showered that afternoon, together, for fear of a repeat performance from McShane and his buddies. They napped for the rest of the afternoon, ate their full meal at dinner time, and napped afterwards until the meeting. They were clean, full and well rested for tonight. They didn’t want their escape mission to fail because they had not got enough energy. Warden Frost stood up onto a makeshift stage set up in Social Level. He proceeded to go through new rules and regulations for the inmates. Ryan and Colin didn’t pay attention. They’d never have to listen to the new rules. Hopefully, tomorrow, they’d be out making new rules of their own.

“As you all know by now,” Warden Frost boomed, “two prisoners attempted to escape last year. A third killed himself shortly after. These new rules are to prevent you from doing that. By all means, try it if you want. But believe me when I say that not one of you will escape from here.”

“IT’S BEEN DONE BEFORE JACKASS!” A voice shouted from the back of the crowd.

“Proops and Davis make it fuck head.”

“I wasn’t talking about them cheese dick.”

That simple exchange was all it took before the entire level erupted into a full blown riot. At a quick glance, Colin noticed that there were too many knives present for his liking. Even Ryan had drawn his own little one.

“C’mon,” Ryan said, grabbing Colin’s hand in his own and leading them to hide behind the stairs. Frost, Patterson and a few other guards came running down the stairs to attempt to deal with the riot. Ryan and Colin attempted to sneak out from behind the stairs but suddenly, Ryan was pushed against the railing by McShane, the knife dropping from his hand.

“Where you running off to Stiles?”

“My cell. You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I do. You’ve have this coming for ages Stiles.” Ryan looked down to see McShane withdrawing a small knife from his pocket. Not even thinking about what he was doing, Colin grabbed Ryan’s knife from the floor, passed it to Ryan who stuck it in McShane’s stomach. He made a noise, somewhere between shock and anger, and dropped to the floor.

“Ry, let’s move.”

Ryan and Colin ran for the exit for Fracture. They were so damn close. They could see the door. Suddenly, their way was cut off by Brady.

"You leaving?"

"We're trying to." Colin said.

Brady smiled and shook his head, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Brady, I don't want to have to, but I don't either of us have a problem beating the shit out of you to get past."

Brady looked up at them. The seriousness was etched deeply in both their faces. He had had a plan in his mind since he had saw them conversing silently in the corner during social time. Usually they would play pool. Tonight when they didn't, he knew that they were going to take their chance. He drew out his fully loaded gun, and cocked it once.

"Where are the other guards?" He asked the two men.

"Down at Social Level." Ryan said quickly, thinking that Brady had drawn the gun to use on them. "Brady, you don't wanna use that do you?"

He looked down at the gun, and then back up at Ryan. "Yes, I do." He said calmly, and then shot himself in the foot. His scream echoed loudly as he collapsed to the floor. He then thrust the gun towards Ryan. "Take it." He hissed, through clenched teeth.

"What?" Ryan was shocked, and looking over at Colin, he saw that he couldn't believe it either.

"Take the fucking gun and go. I'll tell them that you shot me, I couldn't chase you, they're all busy trying to control the riot, it gives you half a chance to get some distance, now listen to me. There’s a small town about an hour away. A friend of mine will meet you there. Now fucking go!”

"Thanks Brady."

"It's Wayne."

"Thank you Wayne." Colin said, as he took Ryan's hand. He was stopped by Wayne reaching up and grabbing his wrist.

"Promise me that I'll not see you back here."

"I promise," Colin said, knowing full well that he could never promise something like that.

"Try not to use the gun."

"I will."

"Run."

Not needing anymore hints, Colin grabbed Ryan's hand and ran through the door, and out into the open air. Wayne watched them as disappeared into the woods surrounding the prison. He started to tend to his wound. It hurt, but it wasn't life threatening. He'd get a month or so paid leave while it healed, so it wasn't all bad. He had been stemming the bleeding and bandaging the wound as best he could for about ten minutes when Patterson and Leveson showed up.

"What the fuck happened to you? Where are Stiles and Mochrie?" Patterson all but demanded.

"They overpowered me, took my gun and fucking shot me. They fucking shot me!" Wayne shouted, pointing at his foot. "What's the riot like?"

"Fuck the riot Brady, we're not letting anybody get away from here. Especially those two." Patterson said, before he and Leveson sprinted past Wayne, and into the wood where Ryan and Colin had disappeared. Wayne sighed and smiled. He was happy that he had managed to convince Patterson and Leveson that his gun had been taken by force. He only hoped that Ryan and Colin would make it.

The two men in question were currently huffing and puffing through the woods. Ryan now regretted smoking, both he and Colin would be running through here with no problems. A shot rang out from behind, and they both turned to see Patterson and Leveson chasing after them.

"Fuck. Run Colin!"

Ryan felt a burst of speed coming from nowhere as he and Colin increased their speed. They had to get away. Ryan didn't want to die. Not by the point of a needle anyway.

"C'mon Ryan. We can make it!"

Another shot rang out, this time much nearer. Colin thanked whoever was watching over them that Patterson was a bad shot.

"It's them Col!" Ryan shouted. Colin looked over at him puzzled. Then it clicked. Greg. Jeff. Chip. It would be them watching over them. He could imagine them all sitting on a cloud, throwing little bits of cloud down at Patterson and Leveson, trying to help Ryan and Colin escape.

"You're right Ry! We've gotta do this for them too!" Tears suddenly sprang up from nowhere, and he wiped them away. He had cried so much since they had died. Now wasn't the time. He had to get away from them, to give him and Ryan a chance at a proper life. He heard another gun shot, and felt the bullet graze by his arm. He screamed, more in shock than in pain.

"Col! You alright!"

"I'm fine! Ry, shoot back!"

"What?"

"SHOOT FUCKING BACK!"

Ryan looked down, and cocked the gun. He was suddenly tackled from behind, and the gun flew out of his heads. He looked round to see Patterson attached to his legs, which he started kicking.

"Get the fuck off me Patterson."

"No way Stiles. You and your faggot fuck buddy are heading to the chair this time."

Colin had stopped in his running when he realised that Ryan wasn't beside him. Leveson appeared from his right side pointing his gun directly at Colin.

"Just stop Mochrie. There's no point."

"Are you in love Leveson?"

This question through Leveson for a loop. He had heard many questions and remarks whenever he caught an inmate escaping, this was a new one.

"No."

"You don't have anyone?"

"No."

"Then you can't say that there's no point." Colin explained. He looked at Ryan, who currently fighting Patterson for his gun. He knew if he moved, Leveson would shoot him. He didn't know how good a shot Leveson was, but he suspected that it had been him who had shot the bullet that grazed his arm. "Look at that man," He nodded towards Ryan, "and tell me what you see."

Leveson took his eyes momentarily off Colin to glance at Ryan. "I see Stiles, and Stiles is trying to escape."

"I don't. I see the man I love, trying to escape Hell. Did you know that he was nearly raped last week?"

"No."

"He was. I saved him. We're not liked in there, and because it's now just the two of us, we can't fight back anymore."

Leveson could hear the tone of Colin's voice. It was bordering on pleading. He felt his finger relax on the trigger and he looked back at Ryan, fighting for his life with Patterson. Colin saw him stare at Ryan, he could see the arm holding the gun begin to fall. Two seconds later, he threw himself at Leveson, knocking the gun from his hand. One left hook to the cheek, and Leveson was momentarily dazed. Colin quickly got to his feet, and aimed at the gun at its owner.

"You faggot." Leveson spat.

"That I am." Colin said, and pulled the trigger. Leveson's head exploded, the shot echoing throughout the woods. It didn't stop Patterson though, he was still trying to aim his own gun at Ryan's head, while Ryan was desperately trying to point the gun anywhere else. Colin walked over and pressed the hot barrel of the gun at Patterson's head.

"Get off him." Colin growled. Patterson stilled, dropped his gun and rose to his feet, his hands in the air.

"You gonna shoot me Mochrie?"

Ryan lay on the ground, watching Colin. He had seen Colin beat people up before, but this was new. Colin had just killed somebody, and now he had a gun pointed at another person. He didn't doubt for a second that Colin would kill Patterson too. He rose to his feet and collected Patterson's gun from the ground, and aimed it at the guard who had made his prison life hell.

Patterson was starting to get nervous now. He had two killers pointing two guns at him.

"Guys, c'mon," he said, trying to act nice, "If you kill me and get caught, then it'll definitely be the needle for both of you."

"It's the needle for me anyway," Colin said, nodding behind him. Patterson looked round him to see Leveson's body, motionless on the ground.

"You bastard."

"I know. You gonna call me a faggot too? Isn't that your pet name for us?"

Patterson was silent. He had just hit them that they were going to kill him. There was no two ways about it.

"Shoot me." He muttered.

"I didn't hear you." Ryan said mockingly.

"Just fucking shoot me Stiles!"

"As you wish."

Ryan pulled the trigger, and Patterson fell to the ground, shock written over his face. He hadn't expected Ryan to do it. Colin turned to Ryan and opened his arms. Ryan instantly fell into them.

"You alright?" Colin asked him.

"I'm fine. I've just wanted to do that for the longest time now."

"I know." Colin pulled away and gave a small kiss. "Let's go, they'll send more people out. I don't feel up to killing anyone else today."

Ryan chuckled. They both stored the guns in the back of the trouser waistband. Ryan stooped to pick up the gun that Wayne had given them.

"Hopefully we won't have to use these again." He said.

"Yeah," Colin shrugged, "We broke our promise to Wayne though."

"Huh?"

"He asked us not to use them."

"If we hadn't, we'd be dead."

"I know. Let's try and keep it from now."

Ryan nodded, and they took off at a run again. Colin's arm was sore from the bullet but he ignored it. He could take care of it later, right now, they needed to get away.

They had been running for roughly an hour when they came across a small town. It was roughly around midnight, Colin estimated, and the town was quiet. Only a few drunk people staggering home from their local pub were about. One of them walked over to Colin and Ryan, throwing an arm around Colin's shoulders. Ryan's shoulders were too high for most people to reach.

"How you doing?" He shouted, blowing alcohol breath into Colin's face.

"We're good." He replied. He saw Ryan's hand going for the gun in his waistband and shook his head. The last thing they needed was an entire town after them.

"You boys look hungry." The drunk man continued, his words badly slurred.

"We are."

The drunk man then reached into his pockets, and pulled out all the money he had, and shoved into Colin's hand. "There, get yourselves something to eat."

"Thank you sir."

"Tony Slattery."

"Thank you Tony Slattery."

The drunk man wandered away, singing something that Ryan vaguely recognised as 'Jailhouse Rock'. He smiled to himself, and felt Colin pulling on his arm.

"Look what else he gave us." Holding up a set of car keys. Colin pressed the central locking button on the key, and saw an old pick up truck flash its lights at him. They quickly jogged to the car, Colin hauling himself in the drivers' seat, Ryan throwing himself in the passengers’ seat. With a bit of patience from Colin, the car started and Colin threw it in first gear, and quickly drove the car out of town. On the way they saw a perfectly sober Tony Slattery standing next to the town sign. “Thank you for visiting Fracture. We hope you enjoyed your visit.” Both Ryan and Colin waved at him, he gave them a nod back as they flew past him in the car. As Colin checked his rear view mirror, he could see Tony watching them, and then return to his drunk persona, staggering around town.

They drove in silence for around ten minutes before Ryan spoke up. “We did it.” He said.

“We did, Ry,” Colin said, excitement starting to fill his voice, “We fucking did it! Wooooo!”

“Wooooo!” Ryan screamed along with him. They resembled a couple of frat boys cruising along the freeway but neither cared. They were free. They had escaped Fracture. “We fucking did it Col! We’re free!” They continued cheering for the next five minutes until their voices became hoarse. They both sat back chuckling at their antics. “What do we do now?” Ryan asked Colin.

“I don’t know. Count this.” Colin reached into his pocket and took out the money that Tony had given them. It didn’t look like it amounted to much.

“There’s only $10, but there’s a note. ‘Aid is under your seat’. Is there a first aid box in here?”

Ryan reached underneath his seat and his fingers brushed against a box. He bent over slightly and managed to grab the handle. As he pulled it up, he found that it was actually a briefcase. He shared a puzzled look with Colin, and opened the case. Inside was two pairs of jeans, two shirts, two pairs of boxer and two pairs of socks. There was also a pile of money, a small first aid box and two bars of chocolate. A small envelope lay on top of it all, which Ryan ripped open and read aloud.

‘To Ryan and Colin, or Stiles and Mochrie as I’m so used to calling you,
Everything you need is in here. There’s fresh clothes, a first aid box as one of you is bound to be hurt, and money. Don’t worry about where the money came from, it was one of your bank accounts Mochrie. You were smart to put that one under a false name. I managed to take all the money out, and close the account. You’ll not wanting to be going into a bank for money anytime soon.
I’m assuming by now that you’ve met Tony and he’s given you the keys. Sorry about the car, it was my first ever one and well, I now drive a Porsche and you’ll want to look inconspicuous. Keep driving until you reach the border, once you cross that, there’s nothing this state’s police can do. If you’re caught by another state, they can return you to us, so be careful. There’s a small motel about ten minutes after you cross the border where you can stay safely for one night. The best thing to do after is drive to the nearest port somewhere and get a ferry to a different country. America won’t be safe for you for a while. I’ve heard that Turkey is nice this time of year. You’ve got enough money in that case for a round the world trip so you‘re spoilt for choice.
Don’t ever let me see you back at Fracture. If I do, I’ll shoot you myself. Good luck.
Wayne Brady.
P.S. Enjoy the chocolate, I know that you haven’t had any proper chocolate for nearly fifteen years.’

Ryan looked up at Colin after reading the letter. “It was him. He done all this for us.”

Colin felt his eyes begin to sting with tears. A guard had helped them escaped. Ryan opened one of the bars of chocolate and popped a square into his mouth.

“Oh my God, Col, I think I just came.”

“Nah, there’s no spot on your trousers.”

“Not really asshole,” he said, the harsh name betrayed by his smile, “but this is fucking Heaven. Try it a bit.” He broke a square off and gave it to Colin.

“Jesus, it is! What is it?”

Ryan looked at the packet. “Crunch.”

“We’re buying at least fifty bars of that.”

They drove in silence until they reached the motel. They stepped out of the car, and walked into the reception, trying to hide their prisoner number on their trousers. An old lady trying desperately to hide her age by coating her face in layers of make up glanced up at them.

“Yes?”

“Can we have a room please?” Colin asked.

“$25 a night.”

“That’s fine.” Ryan opened the suitcase and handed Colin a couple of notes. He remembered where the money came from, and smiled at Colin. His Colin had managed to steal all this money. His Colin was now supporting them until they found somewhere to settle down.

The woman handed Colin a key and he motioned to Ryan to follow him. Giving the lady a sweet smile, Ryan followed Colin through the corridor until they reached room four. They walked inside to find quite a big room, with a king sized bed and a television.

“Wow, Col, look at this size of this bed!”

“It’s huge. A TV too!”

Ryan dropped the briefcase onto the floor, and lay back on the bed. He scooted up until his head was resting on the pillow, and sighed.

“We’re really out aren’t we?” He said. Some part of him still thought this was one of his dreams.

“We’re out. We’re really free.”

“We’re not safe though.”

“We won’t be until we get out of America. But tonight, we’re safe.”

Colin crawled onto the bed until he was straddling Ryan, who, in turn, brought his arms round Colin.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” Colin whispered, and kissed Ryan gently. His teeth bit Ryan’s bottom lip until he opened his mouth, Colin invading Ryan’s mouth with his tongue, tasting every bit of Ryan. They could take things slow tonight. There was no guard coming in to stop them, there was no time limit, there was nobody who could interrupt them. Ryan pulled away.

“Is there any chocolate left?”

Colin leaned over the bed and opened the briefcase. There was half a bar left, which he picked up, moving the clothes slightly, revealing something underneath.

“What the hell?” He said, and moved the clothes aside. Ryan felt him chuckle as Colin came back up.

“What?”

Colin opened his hand. Brady had also packed them a small tube of lube. Ryan laughed, “Cheeky bastard!”

Colin placed the lube on one of the pillows for later use. He opened the chocolate bar, and began breaking off the little bits. He ate the first bit, making to lick his fingers clean. He could feel Ryan hardening underneath him. He broke off another square and fed it to Ryan, who made sure to treat his finger like another certain part of his body. Colin moaned aloud. The man knew how to turn him on. Once the chocolate was finished, Colin brought his mouth down to kiss Ryan, the taste of chocolate still present. Ryan suddenly reversed their positions, and began attacking Colin’s shirt.

“Get this off.” He grunted, his arousal clouding his brain.

Colin sat up and pulled his shirt off, and then help Ryan do this same. He was pushed back down onto the pillows as Ryan then started taking his trousers off, which was proving difficult in his haste.

“Ry,” Colin panted, “Slow. We’ve got time.”

Ryan grinned. “Sorry, I still think that Patterson’s gonna come in and stop us again.”

This time, Ryan slowly unbuttoned Colin’s trousers, and pulled them off, along with his shoes, throwing them to the other end of the room. Using his teeth, he pulled his boxers down until his erection sprang free from its cloth restraint. He flicked his tongue over Colin’s head, tasting the pre cum which had started collecting.

“Fuck, Ry.” Colin gasped as Ryan took him all the way in.

“I want to make love to you,” Ryan whispered. Colin looked up, and was overwhelmed at the level of love shining from Ryan’s eyes. Colin pushed Ryan up from the bed until he was standing at the end of the bed, Colin sitting facing him. He unbuttoned Ryan’s trousers, continually palming him through the cloth. With a quick tug, Ryan’s trousers fell to his ankles. He took a moment to remove his shoes and trousers, before allowing Colin to take him over again. Colin slipped his hand underneath the elastic of Ryan’s boxers, and slid them down as slowly as he could manage.

“Don’t tease, Col, please.”

Colin allowed the boxers to slid to the floor, before he took Ryan into his mouth, sliding his tongue up and down Ryan’s length. He made a noise akin to purring when he felt Ryan slide his fingers through his hair, the other hand gripping his shoulder. He stopped his tongue, but continued pumping Ryan, as he looked up at the man he loved. “I want you inside me.”

Ryan looked down at Colin, smiling at him. Colin suddenly moved back onto the bed until he was resting on the pillows, clearly waiting for Ryan. The man in question crawled onto the bed, resembling a lion approaching his prey. Once nestled in between Colin’s thighs, he grabbed the bottle of lube that Colin had placed there earlier. He lubed up his fingers, and gently entered Colin with his index finger. Colin moaned loudly, Ryan’s finger hitting his prostate on the first go.

“Jesus Ry, hurry up.”

Ryan, needing no more persuasion, quickly added a second finger, rotating them round, stretching Colin, he was about to add a third when Colin stopped him.

“Don’t need it, need you.” He panted.

Ryan quickly lubed himself up, and slowly pressed himself into Colin. Both men were moaning as Ryan hit Colin’s prostate yet again, fully sheathed within him. He paused in the proceedings to pepper Colin’s face with kisses.

“We can do this whenever we want now.” He said.

“We’ll be doing it every second of every day when we get our own house.”

Ryan, unable to hold back any longer, began gently thrusting into Colin, using his groans to spur him on. Sweat was pouring from the two men, as Ryan thrust harder and faster, pounding into Colin was every bit of strength he possessed. He linked his long fingers with Colin’s, slowing down again to prolong the sweet agony that they were both enduring.

“I love you so goddamn much Col.”

“I know, I know, I love you too.” Colin gasped, unable to form any coherent sentences as Ryan began picking up pace again. Colin felt like he was going to explode when Ryan let go of one of his hands, and began stroking Colin at a furious pace.

“Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna - RYAN!” Colin screamed his completion overtook him, waves and waves of pleasure consuming his body as he gave himself over to Ryan. The feeling of Colin’s body tightened around him brought Ryan to the edge, he thrust again, and again, and screamed Colin’s name at the top of voice as he released himself within Colin, wrapping his arms around him as he collapsed with the energy of it all. Colin pulled the duvet covers that were now askew over the two of them as Ryan gathered Colin into his arms.

“Where do you want to live then?” Ryan questioned.

“I don’t know. Far away.”

“Australia?”

“No, too many bugs.”

“What about Turkey?”

“Nah, too hot.”

“The UK?”

“Where about? England?”

“Maybe.”

“Scotland?”

“That’d be nice.”

“It always rains there.”

“We’ll decide tomorrow then.”

Ryan pressed a kiss to the top of Colin’s head, and allowed themselves to be taken by sleep. A face watched them from their window. As the man watched the two escapees, he knew he had made the right choice.

“You done good Wayne.” A voice came.

Wayne turned round to see his friend Tony walking up to him.

“I know.”

“Well, you released two murderers into the world, but you done good anyway.”

Wayne threw his arm around Tony in a half hug, and started to hobble towards Tony’s car. He knew had done good when he had seen the smile on Ryan and Colin’s faces as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Ryan and Colin bade farewell to their room and began driving to the nearest port. They had decided to get a ferry to any port in Europe, and then drive to the UK from there. But first, they stopped at the nearest corner shop. Colin came out smiling carrying bottles of juice, sandwiches, and ten bars of Crunch chocolate. They played the radio loudly as they drove through three states that day. But it didn’t really matter where they were, or what they were doing, as long as they had each other, nothing could hurt them. They had found each other in the worst place in the world, and now, they would keep each other in a world where love was a rare thing.

“We’ve got to think of new names.” Colin mentioned.

“New names?”

“Yeah, we can’t go around being called Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie. They’ll be looking for us.”

“Alright, I’ll call you Gary Phillips.”

“And you’re Twice Nightly.

Ryan laughed, “I’m not being called Twice Nightly! I’m at least three times.” He winked at Colin.  “Think of a normal name!”

“I dunno.”

“I got it!” Ryan snapped his fingers. “You be Greg Esten, and I’ll be Wayne Davis.”

Colin smiled. Trust Ryan to find a way to remember their old friends. “Alright, we’ll do it. Do we have to call each other that when we’re alone?”

“No, just when we get jobs and stuff.”

“I don’t think we’ll need one, there’s a shit load of money in the briefcase.”

“Alright then, for our neighbours.”

Colin smiled as they cruised down the open highway. Their neighbours. When they had their own house. Away from Fracture.


Ten Years Later

Wayne Davis aka Ryan Stiles, stretching his 6”6 frame across the king sized bed. They were currently in Paris, and it looked likely that they would stay there. His partner, Greg Esten aka Colin Mochrie, had lived in Montreal, Canada, as a child and had picked up some French while living there. Ryan loved France, the people were friendly, the food was fantastic and he was living with his lover in the country of love. It couldn’t be more perfect. Said partner was currently watching him from across the room. He walked over to the bed just as Ryan was getting out of it. They embraced each other with the same love that they had felt for the past twenty years.

“Je t’aime.” Colin whispered.

“Chaque jour, j'apprends à t'aimer davantage.” Ryan whispered back.

“How tired are you?”

“Not very.”

“Bed. Now.”

The room was soon filled was giggles, chuckles, moans, groans, whimpers and promises of more.

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Wayne Brady was walking around the dining room, where some of the most dangerous men in America where currently eating their dinner. Stew, pastry and tapioca.
When dinner was over, Wayne walked up the row of cells in Fracture. As he passed one cell he stopped and grinned. It had been unused for the past ten years. It hadn’t been cleared out as the police were sure that they would find the inmates would escape. But Wayne knew that they would keep their promise to him.

He never did see Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie in Fracture again.