After David had been racking his brains all day about how and why he had allowed sexual intercourse with James, he was literally feverish for the shower. Tucker probably saw that he had gained somewhat new life energy.

“You settle in pretty well. I'm glad you're feeling better. Like after ... Antonio and such,” he said, pointing to the still leaderless group of Latin Americans not far from them. David had expected them to take revenge on him because it was still unclear who committed the murder. But nothing of the sort happened. Probably because they were all afraid of him.

"Yeah," David said, eating his strange-tasting pudding faster than necessary. Unfortunately, the time did not go faster just because of that. He still had to wait 45 minutes before he could take a shower.

"Did the psychologist help you?" Tucker asked, watching curiously as David scraped the last of the pudding out of the cardboard bowl.

As if awakened from a blurry dream, David looked up in surprise. "Oh, oh," he cleared his throat after a few seconds of thinking, "no, not really. I'll go back to her tomorrow anyway.”

"Oh, a woman, how nice!" Tucker laughed a little too loudly, so that a few inmates turned to look at them again. David got the feeling that either Candy or Hook had their ears everywhere. Maybe even both. Sometimes he wondered who he could and couldn't trust. From that point of view, it had been very naive to just follow James blindly. But what luck, David thought, that everything had gone well.

"Yes, Dr. Novak. She's difficult, but I'm giving he a chance.”

Tucker winked at him ambiguously. "I would too."

David raised his eyebrows. "That's not what I meant."

“Thought you weren't gay. And once you've met a nice lady, I assumed that she’s the reason for ya good mood.”

Then David had to think for a moment. Especially about James. About his nimble fingers. About his narrow back. The red lips that somehow looked redder than normal lips. The deep blue eyes. And about his soft ass. "I may not be as heterosexual as I thought I was."

Again Tucker laughed too loudly, so that more inmates turned. One of them was staring very clearly in their direction. David just stared back, but the guy didn't look away.

"Shit, bub! Who got ya around, hm?” He asked curiously and leaned over to David. “Is it the little blonde? They say he gets everyone after a while.”

But David just shrugged his shoulders. "I don’t know him."

"Huh? Who is it then?"

"Someone you don’t know," David grumbled, cursing himself for being so honest. He had promised James not to tell anyone. Then he should probably stick to it. He didn’t want to risk that Tucker will end up in a container too. Just because David couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"So not from our block?" Tucker wondered, but finally stopped when he saw David's annoyed look. “Anyway. If you are looking for a bit of variety - just let me know. I am happy to be there for you.”

However, the ambiguity of this statement made David flinch. With Tucker? No, that was probably a little bit too much for David’s liking. But James? He was looking forward to it.

Since he still had enough time until 8 p.m., he went smoking again with Tucker. He already had half the box empty.

"You sure, you’re not going to look for a job?" Tucker asked, pointing to the cigarettes. "It can be expensive."

"I still have enough," he murmured, staring into the distance. He remembered Hook's offer that he had a job for him. But since David was still not sure whether it would be a job or a blowjob, he left the offer in mind for the time being. He also had to find out more about Hook before throwing himself into his arms. But finding information in a pot full of rumours and speculations was really difficult. Everything went very slowly. And if he wants to do better than the last undercover cop, he should move forward with caution.

Shortly before 8 p.m., he finally stubbed out the last cigarette and made his way to the showers. Hank was already walking to the heavy door to open it. James smiled sweetly at him and stroked his arm lovingly as he stepped into block A's corridor. David waited in front of the shower entrance and watched Hank looking at him suspiciously for a while before he finally disappeared and the thick door closed.

"Hi, David," James said with a smile, and stood next to him. "Lovely to see you today."

David also tried to smile. "Nice to see you here too."

James giggled boldly. He took David by the hand and led him into the showers. And for the first time David had no nerve to let James undress him first. He undressed as quickly as never before and went into the shower with a semi-stiff dick.

"There's someone impatient today," James said, reaching for David's dick without warning to rub it properly. "Has someone tasted blood?"

David only grunted something incomprehensible and pulled James to kiss him. A surprised sigh escaped him when he was overpowered by David's attack. Together they bumped into the shower wall. They hadn't even turned on the water.

"Let's take a shower first," James said, almost breathlessly, and placed his soap on the shower holder. "Then you can take me."

James was right, but David only sniffed an unsatisfied breath. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly in the starting blocks like a pumped-up stallion.

For the first time, they hurried to get clean that it was less than two minutes before James grabbed his arms. "Ready?"

"For hours already," he growled, grabbing James’ hips impatiently. He sighed happily and let himself pick up without any problems. Pushed against the wall, legs around David's hips and arms behind his neck, he both rubbed a bit of soap at the important parts of his and David’s body. David didn't even wait until James had a firm hold. So he immediately rammed his cock completely into James’ warm interior.

"Oh, fuck, David!" he groaned, clutching David's neck. So tight that it itched a little. Without wasting time, he started moving in James. Standing sex was a little more complicated than lying or sitting, but the way James groaned indicated that he seemed to like it.

"So good!" James gasped, continuing to dig his nails into David's neck. "God, so good!"

The bare and, above all, wet skin of them slapped so loudly that David was sure that one could still hear it in the next passage. And James’ moans even in the next one after that. But David had to admit that it turned him on.

"Change ..." he grumbled, concentrating on not coming too early again. He pulled back cautiously and put James down.

"Do you want me to ride you?" He asked out of breath, landing gently on the floor without letting go of David.

"No," he breathed, reaching for James’ hips to turn him over. "Then I will come."

James giggled in exasperation. "Does it feel so good?"

David pushed his lover against the shower wall. This time with the stomach against the tiles. With his big hands he clasped the plump butt and lifted him a little towards himself. "Yes," he muttered deeply in James’ ear and slid back into him. That earned him a loud and enjoyable sigh.

James was easy to take with his back pressed against his chest. He held on to the shower control while David took him hard. Again and again their skin smacked, which was only overshadowed by the pounding water of the shower.

Finally James reached between his legs and began to stroke himself. It wasn't long before he narrowed his eyes and came generously against the shower wall while David was still ramming into him.

After less than a minute, he pulled back and came all over James’ lower back. The sperm ran with the water between his ass cheeks. David couldn't help but slide into him again and take the remaining sperm with him.

"Mh," James sighed contentedly, reaching back to scratch David's head. "Do you want to mark me as yours?"

David only snorted contentedly against James’ shoulder and enjoyed his fingers in his hair.

"If you stop smoking, you may come inside me completely," James murmured suddenly in a stricter tone. David pulled away a little bit from him.

When he didn't answer, James turned around slowly. “You started smoking. Your breath stank strongly of cigarettes today. I know many smoke. But you just started. You didn't stink of it before.”

David slowly pulled himself out of James. With a little distance from his lover, he tried to find a suitable answer.

“You don't have to stop if you don't want to. I can't force you,” he said, and began to grin mischievously. "But maybe I can lure you with better things."

Coming in James was a nice offer. David did not yet know whether it outweighed smoking. So he just nodded silently and let James hug him again.

"You said earlier that you'd been ready to take me for hours," he whispered in David's ear, kissing his cheek again and again. "Did you miss me that much?"

"It's not very convenient that we're not in the same cell block," David tried with a less romantic answer than James might have hoped.

"Be glad you're not with me," said the latter, stroking David's cheek one last time before reaching for his towel. “It's better for you here. And see it positively: we have a safe haven that is only for us. I look forward to taking a shower with you every day.”

David nodded and followed James to the towels. "Me too."

That earned him a sweet smile and another kiss on the lips. "Nevertheless, please don't tell anyone that we're here so that the undisturbed calm stays that way."

"Of course," David replied like a good dog, and returned the smile. David didn't know why James had to repeat this request every evening. Was he afraid that anticipation would make him careless?

Shortly before they said goodbye, David struggled if he should have told James about his second appointment with Dr. Novak. That he wanted to go to her again. But when James playfully slapped him on his butt and already went to the lock with a wink, he kept the information to himself. James would just get upset and end up trying to talk David out of the appointment.

He decided to tell his lover about it afterwards. Provided there was something worth telling.

The next day David was back at work with Tucker. He had been offered several times that he could simply join in and earn some extra money, but he enjoyed the silence. Just sitting there and watching people at work relaxed him. It also helped him to internalize certain processes.

The room where Tucker worked was diagonally across from the administration. Through the plexiglass panes, he could watch the guards move from A to B and from B to C. But he never saw Hank. He probably had a different shift. Or was stationed somewhere else, so basically only block C could have access to him. Because even if it had been dangerously close to James and Candy: David would also like to take a closer look at dear Hank. Because a guard who just let a prisoner run back and forth? Very special.

At 1 p.m. David was again in the aisle at Dr. Novak’s office. The door was closed and he heard voices. About seven minutes later the door opened and a black-haired man with a goatee came out. He looked grimly at David and eventually walked past him with his eyebrows drawn.

"Oh, hello David," Dr. Novak greeted him a little off the track and smoothed her skirt. “As always, on time. Come in."

She held the door open for David and pointed to the chair on which he had last sat. She sat down at her desk and opened the laptop. When David looked for her eyes, she had already put on her superior smile and clasped her hands on the table top. “So you decided to restart. May I ask why?”

One tactic to bring out the truth is to tell the absolute truth. Above all, if it sounds so abstruse that you wouldn't take it seriously and the truth eventually becomes a lie.

"I admit I'm not here because of a trauma," David said calmly. "I wanted to see you because you are the only person who is freely accessible to me and has to do with both block A and block C."

Dr. Novak’s eyes widened slightly and her smile disappeared. However, she didn't interrupt David, so he just kept going on with his truth.

“I've heard a lot of rumours about block C. Especially about a man whose name nobody is allowed to pronounce as if he were the Harry Potter antagonist.”

It was supposed to be a joke that would loosen up the situation, but Dr. Novak leaned back tensely to get more distance from David. Her hands moved suspiciously close to the edge of the desk. There was probably an emergency button there.

“They say this man is after me. I'm afraid Dr. Novak,” David finally lied, blinking a little more to double the moisture in his eyes. “Above all, someone around me was murdered so terribly. I don't want to end up in a container anywhere. I was just hoping…” And here David looked skilfully sad in his lap and hoped that she hadn't yet pressed the button. "... that you could help me."

The bare room became a little bit colder for a moment, when neither David nor Dr. Novak said something. After the silence became almost unbearable, he looked up again and looked at the doctor. She was sitting on her chair with her lips pressed together, holding the edge of the table. She opened her mouth a few times and closed it again.