13. Chapter 13

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A wareness came slowly, so slowly Rory wasn’t sure he could commit the sensation to awareness after all. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening, but he knew he was heavy, hard and uncovered. There was no sheet over him, and his boxers had been pulled down. A slippery thumb and finger toyed with one of his nipples, but with his eyes shut and still not completely with it, he couldn’t tell which.

A low groan escaped him, and that vibration managed to rouse him. His eyes didn’t snap open, they fluttered, lids lifting enough for him to attempt to get his bearings. It didn’t help, not when he was in the dark, and the thumb and finger combo continued to pull whimpers and whines out of him.

There was a heavy weight on his thigh, warm; it had a slight grip to it, clutching his skin. It didn’t move but held. Rory’s eyes adjusted, forming shapes in the darkness, and a glow of light from the window fell on the man beside the bed.

“Sebastian?” Rory asked.

His nipple was pinched, and he gasped, linking eyes with Sebastian, who had lifted an eyebrow.

“You sound surprised it’s me.”

Rory exhaled and blinked, truly waking up. He didn’t move his arms, though. He lay perfectly still but lifted his head off the pillow to see Sebastian’s hands on him. One, innocently on Rory’s exposed thigh, and the other tormenting Rory’s nipple with slicked fingers.

“Looks like I got you hard again,” Sebastian mused.

Rory hadn’t even heard the pot being opened, but he could smell the Vaseline on his chest, knew it was the reason his nipples were tingling. Sebastian was right; Rory was hard and leaking precum onto his stomach. He bit his lip, sinking his head back to the pillow to look at Sebastian again.

“Why?” he asked. “Why do this with me?”

Sebastian smirked. “Because you need it. Everyone needs to find some way of releasing stress. Yours is by coming, and mine is by making you come. This arrangement is mutually beneficial.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Probably not,” Sebastian hummed. “But here we are.”

He dragged his slick hand across Rory’s stomach to pinch the untouched nipple. Rory’s breath hitched at the sting, but he didn’t look away from Sebastian.

“I think I could make you come just by playing with your nipples and squeezing your thigh.”

Rory licked his dry lips. “I think you could too.”

Sebastian laughed softly, but it didn’t sound mocking, more like pleased. He inched his hand down Rory’s chest, leaving his sensitive nipples to tingle. Rory sucked in a breath and held it as his stomach twitched and jerked against Sebastian’s hand.

He stopped beneath Rory’s belly button, spanning out where Rory knew he was wet. His cock must’ve smacked there while Sebastian had been playing with him, and there was a generous amount of precum.

Rory shivered, and his cock slapped against the back of Sebastian’s hand, demonstrating the reason his skin was so sticky. Sebastian let go of another pleased-sounding chuckle.

“Touch yourself, Rory.”

Rory managed to catch the desperate whine that tried to escape him, but his face contorted, betraying him and his disappointment. Sebastian’s mouth twitched. “I’m touching you…like I said I would.” He stroked his hand back up Rory’s chest, caressing his skin with his fingertips. Rory shivered as he broke out in goosebumps. Even his balls tightened at Sebastian’s gentle touch.

Rory swallowed and reached for his cock.

“Slowly though,” Sebastian warned. “Really fucking slowly, you hear me?”

He nodded, never looking away from Sebastian’s dark eyes.

“And not so tight,” Sebastian added. “A loose fist. It’ll help you last longer.”

Rory did exactly as Sebastian told him. He didn’t need lube, not when enough precum had escaped his slit and clung to his crown. One slow, loose pull and his cock was covered in it. He wanted to jerk himself hard and fast but resisted the urge.

“That’s it, slowly .”

Sebastian gently squeezed Rory’s thigh and dragged his thumb nail over one of Rory’s nipples.

Rory whimpered, and almost fisted himself hard, but managed to stop himself. He edged himself with Sebastian’s encouragement until his heart was pounding so hard in his ears he got light-headed with it and struggled to keep his eyes open.

Sebastian stopped playing with him, waiting until he had the composure to peel them open and keep their eye contact going between them.

“You’re so my type, and you don’t even know it,” Sebastian murmured. “Stupid kid.”

It was a weak insult, but Rory’s brow pulled into a frown. His eyebrows twitched as he tried to match Sebastian’s gaze, but the comment had hurt and he didn’t know why.

Sebastian sighed. “You are beautiful, though. And so good at following commands.”

Rory didn’t say anything back. He still wasn’t one hundred per cent sure he wasn’t dreaming. He watched Sebastian the entire time and shivered every time Sebastian swapped which nipple to torment.

Rory panted. “I need to…”

Sebastian nodded. He squeezed Rory’s thigh, then let go. Rory tightened his grip, tugging once, and then he came.

Rory couldn’t keep his eyes open. They slipped shut, and he moaned softly as he gave in to one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

His release slapped onto his belly.

When Rory had finally recovered enough to open his eyes, Sebastian was no longer by the bed. The bunk shifted as he climbed beneath, and nothing was said between them.

Rory used his sheet to clean his stomach.

He bit his lip, knowing he should say something, and eventually settled for a whispered ‘thank you’ spoken into the darkness.

Sebastian snorted softly beneath him, then replied with the predictable, “Night, Rory.”

Hamish clicked his fingers in front of Rory’s face. “Earth to Rory…”

He jerked in his seat. “Sorry, what?”

“You’ve barely said anything today.”

Rory glanced at Hamish, then Morris. “I’ve… I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Well, whatever it is, get rid of it,” Morris scoffed. “There’s only one thing that should be on your mind, and that should be taking down Sebastian Claw.”

Rory nodded. “I…I heard him on the phone. He was talking to some guy called Watson. He told him to ‘put it all in his storage depot, then wait until he was out’.”

“Any idea what he was referencing?” Hamish asked.

“No, not a clue.”

Hamish rubbed his chin. “We’ll put Owen Watson under surveillance.”

Rory frowned. “Owen Watson?”

Morris looked at him. “Before Sebastian went inside, they worked together. He was one of Sebastian’s crew.”

“Another scumbag that makes money out of death and destruction,” Hamish muttered.

“Do you have anything else for us, anything at all?” Morris asked. “Even if it seems insignificant, it could help.”

“There’s a gang forming in the prison.”

“A gang? Sebastian’s getting a gang together?” Hamish asked.

“No. It’s a gang against Sebastian. It’s growing in numbers. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know it’s not good.”

“Good?” Morris laughed, “Surely, it’s bloody great. Maybe this gang will sort out Sebastian before he has a chance to step out the gate.”

“I don’t want him dead,” Rory snapped.

“It’ll solve all our problems.” Morris shrugged and turned to Hamish.

Hamish sighed. “I actually agree with Rory. I don’t want Sebastian Claw to die. I want him to take ten paces out of this prison, then get arrested by me and taken straight to the station. Whatever happens once he goes back inside, that’s not my problem, but I want that moment. I want him to know I’ve beaten him when he thinks he has finally got back his freedom.”

Rory tapped his finger on the table and opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

“What is it?” Hamish asked.

Rory shook his head. “I can’t stay in here much longer.”

“Why not?”

His first thoughts were of Sebastian by his bed and the line he’d crossed in letting Sebastian touch him and talk him through his orgasms.

It had happened a few times.

Sebastian didn’t linger by the bed for long, and afterwards, besides the smirk and a ‘Night, Rory’, they didn’t talk about it. It didn’t matter that those nights were the hardest Rory had ever come; it shouldn’t have been happening, but it felt too good to deny himself. He couldn’t tell Hamish and Morris about his dirty midnight sessions, instead, he focused on the other reason he couldn’t stay inside for much longer.

“I’m going to end up hurting people, people that don’t deserve to be hurt.”

“Like who?”

“Ollie.” Rory’s throat tightened. “The young guy I came in with.”

Hamish scratched his moustache. “Ah, yes. He murdered his father in a frenzied attack if I remember correctly.”

“He’s come to rely on me. The longer I’m here, the more it’ll hurt when I go.”

“Push him away then.”

Rory scrunched his face. “I can’t do that.”

“You are not here to make friends. You’re here to spy on Sebastian.”

“And I have. I’ve given you information. I’ve told you what I’ve overheard, but…”

“But what?”

“I’m not—” Rory took a deep breath. “I’m not cut out for this. This…this is not the kind of police officer I wanted to be.”

Hamish crouched and placed a hand on Rory’s knee. “Think of your dad, yeah? You’d want him to be proud of you. Think of Erica too.”

Rory pressed his lips together as he avoided Hamish’s eyes.

“You owe me.” Hamish curled his fingers into Rory’s knee. “That favour I did you.”

Rory bit the inside of his cheek.

“What favour?” Morris asked.

Hamish didn’t turn away from Rory as he replied to Morris. “Rory shouldn’t even be a police officer.”

“What?”

“He failed his entrance exam repeatedly. When he failed for the third time—”

“Third?” Morris interrupted.

Rory lowered his head.

“Yeah, third,” Hamish repeated. “He begged me to help him, to tamper with the results, said he wanted to get in before his dad died—”

“That’s not how it was, you offered—”

“And you accepted, desperately I might add. You wanted to tell him you’d finally achieved your goal and got accepted into the police before he passed.”

Rory closed his eyes and pictured his dad’s face when he told him. Lying in the hospital, pale and frail, his face had lit up when Rory told him he’d finally got in.

His pride had been evident to see, and he’d grasped Rory’s hand tightly, spoke around the tube in his mouth and told Rory he loved him.

“You knew I’d ask for a favour in return,” Hamish mumbled. “And you…you seemed perfect for this.”

“Why?” Rory asked. He finally looked at Hamish and slightly narrowed his eyes. “Why am I perfect for this?”

Hamish got back to his feet.

“It doesn’t make sense, why me?” Rory asked.

Hamish didn’t answer, but Morris rolled her eyes.

“It’s obvious. You’re young, eager to please, and you’re gay, just like Sebastian. That’s why you’re perfect for this assignment—”

“Morris,” Hamish barked. “Enough!”

“Those were the reasons you gave me.” She shook her head. “I had no idea of this…favour exchange between the two of you. I thought you’d picked Rory because he was most likely to get under Sebastian’s skin.”

“You…you were offering me up like bait?” Rory said.

“Of course not. This is a great opportunity for your career, Rory,” Hamish said. “It’s a chance to prove yourself, and let’s not forget, you’re taking down Sebastian Claw . You’re doing great, don’t give up now. Ollie is an unfortunate casualty, but there always are in war. You’ve got to look at the bigger picture. Remember why you’re trying to get close to Sebastian in the first place.”

Rory stared at Hamish blankly.

“To save the public from whatever terrible scheme he’s planning.” Hamish clicked his fingers. “I think it’s time for your phone call.”

Rory had never wanted to speak to Erica that badly in his life and snatched the phone from Morris as soon as she’d pulled it from her trousers.

He pressed down on her number while his hands shook and bit his lip as it rang.

Erica didn’t pick up.

Rory tried again, but she didn’t answer.

“Next time, maybe,” Morris said, holding out her hand.

Rory admitted defeat and gave it back to her.

“How’s your lawyer?” Ollie asked as soon as Rory stepped back onto the wing.

“He’s fine.”

“Is he trying to shorten your sentence?”

Rory looked away. “Yeah—”

“I hope he’s a shit lawyer then. I’m already dreading that one year I have in here without you.”

“A lot could happen in here. Don’t…rely on me. They could transfer me at any moment.”

“They’d better not,” Ollie said. He smiled. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Ollie’s words knifed Rory straight in the chest.