David struggled with himself if he should go and see Dr. Novak again. If James’s words weren't just empty phrases, she'd take him apart again. But what else was there for him? He had to get information somehow. And she seemed the only way to do that right now. Her influence apparently extended across all blocks. He had seen her go back and forth in the morning with a small doctor's case.

"Tucker," David started one afternoon as they sat in the yard smoking together. “How do you get to block C? Do you really have to kill someone for that?”

His colleague almost dropped the cigarette. "Shit, bub, what are you talking about?"

"Just asking. Curious."

He shook his head. "Your curiosity will kill you at some point."

He was probably not so wrong with that.

Tucker seemed to think for a few seconds as he lit a new cigarette with the old one. “It's just rumours again. Some say you can get there if you only get caught doing drugs. I guess that's not true, because there are a lot of dealers here in block A. In addition, you would probably be put in block B first. You know? Like ... a ranking.”

David tried not to look annoyed while listening to Tucker's assumptions. Again only guesswork. Did anyone know anything in here at all? David had already noticed that many dealt with drugs. But whenever he spoke to a dealer, he was either stupid or smart enough not to give him any information. Since David did not want to become addicted to drugs, he had to bury this trace again.

“Your previous cellmate had volunteered to be in block B. How did he do that?"

“He's gone to Hook. Told him how terrible he suffered under Antonio. And then made the suggestion to go over there voluntarily.”

Somehow, David suspected that the whole thing was not true. "Do you know what happened to him?"

“No, I don't know. Block B is somehow very quiet. You only hear stuff from block C.”

"Not even if the cell blocks eat together?" David asked, remembering his second day when everyone was allowed to have breakfast together under the warming presence of snipers.

“There is always too much bustle. I didn't know the guy that well either. I know you a lot better, for example,” Tucker laughed loudly, patting David on the shoulder. “I love you, bub. You're strange, but kind of a cool guy.”

"Thank you," David sighed, smoking his second cigarette. He was running in circles. For two weeks now.

Shortly before dinner, he went back to the infirmary. The old lady was sitting behind the plexiglass window again.

"Hello," he greeted her as politely as he could to get her attention. “I would like to make an appointment with Dr. Novak again.”

"Mmm," she grumbled disinterestedly, flipping through her diary. She licked off her wrinkled finger every time. "The day after tomorrow, 1 p.m."

Since she already entered the appointment in an empty column, David assumed that he had to accept the appointment as it came. "Thanks," he muttered and left.

As always, the shower was a blessing after a rather annoying and, above all, unsuccessful day. James’ nimble fingers had quickly undressed David and dragged him under the water jet. Hot kisses followed. The bruises and the black eye became weaker and weaker.

"David," James whispered when they were back in a row of kisses, "let's fuck ..."

David stopped moving. Slightly uncertain, he raised his eyebrows and blinked at James, who was half under the water jet. "... now?"

His friend smiled broadly as if he thought the question was extremely funny. "Yes now."

Before David could say anything else, James’ fingers gripped his limp cock. He kissed him intensely on the lips, literally clung to him and pumped his dick. After a few seconds David got hard.

"You see, it feels good, doesn't it?" James whispered, leaning against David's chest. He felt James’ own excitement pressing against his leg.

Without giving an answer, David brought himself to reach for James’ ass cheeks. They were softer than expected. Still, it was definitely not a woman's butt. James sighed contentedly and stretched out to reach David's grip. But when nothing else happened, James started massaging David's chest. "Have you had anal sex before?" He asked bluntly, looking deeply into his eyes. “It doesn't matter if you didn’t. I just have to know. Then I'll show you how to do it.”

David bit his lower lip. How had he got into this situation? He wanted to adapt - yes - but not like that.

"Show me how to do it," was all he got out before James took the lead, turning David like a doll to his liking.

James grinned broadly at him, grabbed his arms and led him back to the shower wall. He carefully pushed him down.

"Don’t worry. I won't put anything in your mouth that you don't want there,” he laughed at David's wide eyes at the sight of James’ dick, which plunged quite plump into his face. In fact, David was asked to just sit down. James reached for his good smelling soap and lathered it up a little. He knelt over David's lap and started rubbing his cock extensively with soap.

David let out a satisfied sigh.

"Woe you come," said James playfully, even though there was a certain warning undertone. "It can feel a lot better, believe me."

Ultimately, David just nodded and let James do his thing. He not only rubbed David's cock, but also himself. Especially his butt. That suddenly made David's nervousness so much easier. Finally he leaned forward a little and kissed David on the lips.

"God, finally," he groaned, leading David's cock to his hole. David himself could only watch James fiddling between his legs to sit on his aching dick. The glans immediately slipped into him easily due to the soap.

Both men sighed contently at the same time.

"Oh fuck yes," James moaned, gripping David's shoulders. Bit by bit, he continued to slide down. Until David was buried deep in him. "Feels good?"

David nodded and reached for James’ hips. "You are ... very tight."

"Because I don't let everyone in," James laughed, and finally sat completely on David. For a moment they stayed in an intimate hug. "And you're ... so big."

James finally broke away from David and looked him straight in the eye. He stroked his clean-shaven cheek and finally started to move. First slowly, then faster. He didn't even lose eye contact.

"Shit," David murmured, and had to hold on hard to let James take the lead. He hadn't been particularly been blessed with a lot of patience during sex. On the contrary: he was enormously excited by the long abstinence from general physical touch.

"Faster?" James asked, already breathing harder. His agitated dick wobbled around as he moved.

"Faster," David murmured in his ear, almost unfriendly, and grabbed his cheeks again. This time he clutched them harder and hoisted him up at his will. James chuckled in surprise, but let it happen. Instead, he grinned contentedly and put his legs next to David's body.

"Then set the pace," he said breathlessly, holding onto David's neck. He was now fully sitting in David's hands.

James didn't have to mention that twice, so David pushed him up and down as best as he could. Faster and faster, until the clapping of their wet skin echoed through the entire shower room. James’ moans grew louder. Their eye contact broke off when James closed his eyes sensually and put his head back.

"Yes," he sighed. "So good, David!"

Indeed, David thought, concentrating on not coming too early. But when James suddenly threw himself closer to him and let both of them roll to the side, so that David finally lay over him and between his legs, he suddenly felt the tightness again more clearly than before. He rammed his cock hard into James a few more times until he finally felt his orgasm come. He quickly pulled back and came on the wet tiles. He leaned his head on James’ shoulder and let himself be pressed firmly against him. Both had to find their breath again.

James finally laughed. "We still have to work on your stamina."

"Shut up," he hummed out of breath and lay down completely on James, whose breath was forced out of his lungs for a moment. Neither of them said anything. Instead, he felt James’ hands making circular movements in his hair and on his back.

David also wanted to do something good for James, but his arms felt sore. He was glad he didn't have to use them for the rest of the day anymore. So he pulled himself together and started sliding down on James.

"What are you going to do?" his lover asked, watching him slide between his legs.

"Get you to come too," David mumbled, a bit ashamed, and opened his mouth. James’s eyes widened.

Hands kept David from putting James’ cock in his mouth. He looked up, startled and uncertain.

Both men remained frozen for a moment.

"Are you sure?" James asked meekly, trying to read in David's eyes whether he was serious or just taking advantage of the situation to bite his dick off.

"I'm sure," David nodded. “Came too early. That is probably the right punishment for it. And I’ll finally bite the bullet, right?”

With that he pushed James’ hands aside and went over his shaft again with one hand. The remaining soap was washed away immediately. Finally, he put the glans in his mouth.

"Oh," James sighed, and relaxed tremendously. His hands ran sensually into David's hair and ruffled it a bit. That was probably the sign that the blowjob was pleasant.

Fortunately for David, he didn't have to suck him for long before James suddenly pulled his dick out of David’s mouth and came in his own hand. A few drops landed on David's face, but the water quickly washed them away.

It took a few seconds for James to catch himself again. "You're good…"

"Are you saying that just to encourage me to continue training, or was I really passable?"

James laughed his sweet laugh and finally sat up. He hugged David tightly and kissed him on the mouth. “You were really good. For your first time? Absolutely great.”

David rolled his eyes because he knew exactly that it was more of a lie, but he let the moment go.

They kissed a few more times before rising from the hard floor. With a grin, James noticed how much his butt and back ached. And his knees. Actually everything. Then David wondered for the first time how old James was. But as they got dressed and James knotted his black bathrobe tightly, the thought was gone.

"See you tomorrow, David," James said in a sweet tone. "I hope I didn't scare you off."

David got another kiss on his lips. "No, you didn't." Then he thought about the sex for a moment. "It was good. I liked it."

"So can I hope we'll do it again?"

David nodded and tried to smile sincerely. Sometimes it was easier, sometimes less, to portray emotions. After all, he was tired and had had a really good orgasm for a long time. His body wanted to sleep now and not flirt. David also still wondered if it was such a good idea to strengthen the relationship with James. His priority should be somewhere else.

"Sleep well," James whispered, kissed David again as if he didn't want to leave him, and looked him in the eye for a while. Finally he let go of him and went back to the lock where Hank was already waiting for him. Did he watch them? Probably. Interestingly, David was not very itchy about it.

When he got back to the cell, Tucker smiled oddly at him. “You all right, bub? You look so ... blushed.”

A quick look in the mirror revealed that David's cheeks were indeed very flushed. Was it from physical exertion? Or from his pounding heart, which hadn't quite dealt with the situation yet?

"I think," he began, grinning at himself in the mirror, "I've kind of found my place here."