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Title: Feel Better
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 58. Hold
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Maytag decides to give a sick T-bag a helping hand
Author's Notes: I gave this little bunny away, but then I decided to write him after all. Slightly fluffy. Sorry for the shortness of it.
T-bag sniffled and coughed as he lay on the bottom bunk, Maytag’s bunk, and pulled the blankets around him tighter, trying to get warm. He’d been feeling like shit ever since he woke up that morning, his nose red and running, his throat feeling swollen and scratchy. He shivered as he told Maytag to hang a sheet. His skin felt burning hot and sweaty, yet he was still freezing. He figured he probably had a fever.
Maytag obediently did as he was told and waited for T-bag to pull off his pants, but the murderer simply rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. Maytag waited for a moment, watching T-bag, when finally he spoke.
“Didn’t you, um, want to do something?” he asked.
“What?” came the muffled reply from T-bag who was face down on his pillow.
“Well you got me to hang a sheet, I just thought that meant you wanted to…you know…”
“Fuck you?”
“Well…yeah…”
T-bag sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “As much as I’d like to, I’d really rather just take a nap.”
“Can’t you do that without hanging a sheet?”
T-bag would have smacked him if he hadn’t been feeling so crappy.
Instead he let out a hacking cough, before saying “Just wanted a little privacy, that’s all.”
“You’re sick,” Maytag replied.
T-bag ignored him.
“And you don’t want the others to know.”
“Watch your mouth, boy,” T-bag mumbled from his pillow and Maytag tried to conceal his smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Why don’t you just head up to the infirmary? I’m sure the doc could help you.”
“It’s nothing,” T-bag said, the statement not being very convincing when it was followed by a fit of coughing, “Look I’m fine, so why don’t you just fuck off and leave me alone, alright?”
But instead of leaving, Maytag put his hand on T-bag and began to rub his back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” T-bag asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Making you feel better.”
“Stop it.”
But Maytag didn’t stop. T-bag felt him tug the blanket down past his shoulders and he shivered a little at being uncovered, but Maytag’s hands on his body soon began to warm him up. And as much as he hated to admit it, it felt good. Maytag’s hands were working on his shoulders and his neck now and all the aches and pains were slowly leaving T-bag’s muscles.
Maytag’s swift fingers traced down his spine, making T-bag arch his back a little and now they were reaching under his shirt and grabbing at his chest, pulling T-bag up off the bed slightly. Normally he wouldn’t have condoned such dominance from his cellmate, but right now he didn’t care. He had been feeling absolutely miserable and Maytag’s warm hands against his skin felt like pure bliss.
He tried to stifle a moan that was threatening to escape his mouth, which resulted in a coughing fit. Maytag paid it no mind though as his fingers stroked T-bag’s sides and then made their way down to his hips, his fingertips resting just under the waistband of T-bag’s pants.
“Ready for the best part?” Maytag asked and T-bag knew he didn’t need to answer.
Instead he lifted his hips up off the bed and gasped as he felt Maytag’s hand wrap around his hardening cock.
Maytag began to stroke him slowly up and down and T-bag forgot all about his sore throat and aching muscles and runny nose. All he felt now were Maytag’s fingers running up and down his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. That boy sure did know how to use those hands of his.
He began to move his hips in time with Maytag’s strokes and it wasn’t long before he was coming, his whole body going rigid as he bit his lip, trying not to cry out.
Maytag removed his hand and wiped it on the sheet before getting up as T-bag lay on the bed panting and coughing, trying to recover.
He pulled the blanket back over him as the feeling of pleasure began to subside. He felt cold again now that Maytag was gone.
“Hey, get over here,” T-bag said as he rolled over onto his side and motioned for Maytag to get in bed.
Maytag climbed into bed next to T-bag and the murderer pulled him close and snuggled up to him. Maytag couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I need some of your body heat,” T-bag stated, “I’m fucking freezing.”
His hands wrapped around Maytag’s waist and the murderer pressed against his back, trying to get warm. After a minute, T-bag gave a frustrated little noise and ordered Maytag to turn around and lie facing him.
It was seemed like an odd request, but Maytag did it anyway. He always did whatever T-bag asked.
Now they were face to face, so close they could feel each other’s breath. T-bag leaned his head down and rested it against Maytag’s collar bone, then he pulled his cellmate’s arms around him, so that Maytag was holding him, instead of the other way around as it usually was. His legs snaked in between the younger boy’s until they were entwined with his.
Lastly, he looked Maytag in the eye. “This is because I’m cold, you got it?” he said, “So don’t think this is gonna be a frequent occurrence or nothin’ And don’t think I won’t still beat your ass if you so much as look at me wrong.”
Maytag nodded his head and T-bag closed his eyes, sighing as he felt the heat from his cellmate’s body encompass him.
“Feel better,” Maytag intoned quietly.
“Mmm-hmm.”
And secretly Maytag hoped he never did.
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 58. Hold
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Maytag decides to give a sick T-bag a helping hand
Author's Notes: I gave this little bunny away, but then I decided to write him after all. Slightly fluffy. Sorry for the shortness of it.
T-bag sniffled and coughed as he lay on the bottom bunk, Maytag’s bunk, and pulled the blankets around him tighter, trying to get warm. He’d been feeling like shit ever since he woke up that morning, his nose red and running, his throat feeling swollen and scratchy. He shivered as he told Maytag to hang a sheet. His skin felt burning hot and sweaty, yet he was still freezing. He figured he probably had a fever.
Maytag obediently did as he was told and waited for T-bag to pull off his pants, but the murderer simply rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes. Maytag waited for a moment, watching T-bag, when finally he spoke.
“Didn’t you, um, want to do something?” he asked.
“What?” came the muffled reply from T-bag who was face down on his pillow.
“Well you got me to hang a sheet, I just thought that meant you wanted to…you know…”
“Fuck you?”
“Well…yeah…”
T-bag sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “As much as I’d like to, I’d really rather just take a nap.”
“Can’t you do that without hanging a sheet?”
T-bag would have smacked him if he hadn’t been feeling so crappy.
Instead he let out a hacking cough, before saying “Just wanted a little privacy, that’s all.”
“You’re sick,” Maytag replied.
T-bag ignored him.
“And you don’t want the others to know.”
“Watch your mouth, boy,” T-bag mumbled from his pillow and Maytag tried to conceal his smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Why don’t you just head up to the infirmary? I’m sure the doc could help you.”
“It’s nothing,” T-bag said, the statement not being very convincing when it was followed by a fit of coughing, “Look I’m fine, so why don’t you just fuck off and leave me alone, alright?”
But instead of leaving, Maytag put his hand on T-bag and began to rub his back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” T-bag asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Making you feel better.”
“Stop it.”
But Maytag didn’t stop. T-bag felt him tug the blanket down past his shoulders and he shivered a little at being uncovered, but Maytag’s hands on his body soon began to warm him up. And as much as he hated to admit it, it felt good. Maytag’s hands were working on his shoulders and his neck now and all the aches and pains were slowly leaving T-bag’s muscles.
Maytag’s swift fingers traced down his spine, making T-bag arch his back a little and now they were reaching under his shirt and grabbing at his chest, pulling T-bag up off the bed slightly. Normally he wouldn’t have condoned such dominance from his cellmate, but right now he didn’t care. He had been feeling absolutely miserable and Maytag’s warm hands against his skin felt like pure bliss.
He tried to stifle a moan that was threatening to escape his mouth, which resulted in a coughing fit. Maytag paid it no mind though as his fingers stroked T-bag’s sides and then made their way down to his hips, his fingertips resting just under the waistband of T-bag’s pants.
“Ready for the best part?” Maytag asked and T-bag knew he didn’t need to answer.
Instead he lifted his hips up off the bed and gasped as he felt Maytag’s hand wrap around his hardening cock.
Maytag began to stroke him slowly up and down and T-bag forgot all about his sore throat and aching muscles and runny nose. All he felt now were Maytag’s fingers running up and down his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. That boy sure did know how to use those hands of his.
He began to move his hips in time with Maytag’s strokes and it wasn’t long before he was coming, his whole body going rigid as he bit his lip, trying not to cry out.
Maytag removed his hand and wiped it on the sheet before getting up as T-bag lay on the bed panting and coughing, trying to recover.
He pulled the blanket back over him as the feeling of pleasure began to subside. He felt cold again now that Maytag was gone.
“Hey, get over here,” T-bag said as he rolled over onto his side and motioned for Maytag to get in bed.
Maytag climbed into bed next to T-bag and the murderer pulled him close and snuggled up to him. Maytag couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I need some of your body heat,” T-bag stated, “I’m fucking freezing.”
His hands wrapped around Maytag’s waist and the murderer pressed against his back, trying to get warm. After a minute, T-bag gave a frustrated little noise and ordered Maytag to turn around and lie facing him.
It was seemed like an odd request, but Maytag did it anyway. He always did whatever T-bag asked.
Now they were face to face, so close they could feel each other’s breath. T-bag leaned his head down and rested it against Maytag’s collar bone, then he pulled his cellmate’s arms around him, so that Maytag was holding him, instead of the other way around as it usually was. His legs snaked in between the younger boy’s until they were entwined with his.
Lastly, he looked Maytag in the eye. “This is because I’m cold, you got it?” he said, “So don’t think this is gonna be a frequent occurrence or nothin’ And don’t think I won’t still beat your ass if you so much as look at me wrong.”
Maytag nodded his head and T-bag closed his eyes, sighing as he felt the heat from his cellmate’s body encompass him.
“Feel better,” Maytag intoned quietly.
“Mmm-hmm.”
And secretly Maytag hoped he never did.