The Inmate's Play Thing

Twelve

Ahhh I'm so excited, I have a devious plot for the rest of this story muahaha
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•Santiago•

I grunted as I let go of the pull up bar, feeling the sweat trickle down my toned back and soak into my muscle tee. I brought my hand to my forehead and pushed back my short, wavy hair, feeling how drenched with sweat my head was. I grabbed at a towel that I'd hung over the exercise bar and I wiped down my face and the back of my neck, going back to doing one handed pushups on the floor. I had a very strict exercise regimen and even though prison didn't have an elliptical I was able to get in about as much as my daily routine at home was.
I let out a soft sigh and looked over at Jackson who sat on the bench, re-reading that book Henry gave us for the second time. I smiled to myself. He absolutely hated it when I read it aloud but yet when he thought I wasn't looking the boy was enamored by it. Adorable.

I caught the familiar smell of Henry's favorite cigarette blend and saw him behind me with one between his lips.
I got up from the floor and dusted my hands off, wiping my sweat palms on my gym shorts.
"You work out here too?" It looked like he'd just gotten done with something pretty strenuous. It was just the three of us in the gym at this time. Since Jackson and I were on our best behavior and since we had ties with Henry we were allowed in here when the others weren't. Couple with the fact that the first time Henry brought us to the gym when the other inmates were working out Jackson full on passed out.

He smiled and nodded, leaning up against some of the equipment, a towel over his shoulder.
"You know it, I gotta keep up my good looks, plus the boss needs us to be fit and healthy just in case we need to-" He cracked his knuckles and brought a hand to his jawline, pressing his jaw in and cracking his neck loud. "-Show off," He smirked.

I smiled fondly at him.
"I assume that justifies the cigarette between your lips?" I teased.

He chuckled. "Old habit, 'been smoking since I was 13, I'm trying to break myself out of it for more.. rewarding activities. A little birdie told me a new BDSM bar opened up across town and I intend to be there nightly."

My eyebrows raised. "You? BDSM?"
I really didn't expect a guy like Henry to be hanging out in a place like that.

I took a long look at him. He definitely wasn't the subby type from just looking at him. He was lean and tall but he had muscle to him, enough to show someone else who's boss. His long hair certainly looked attractive on him and he had a very slim face, a wise, calm expression always adorning it. Either that or he was always high as a kite but it was still the same look.

He had a slim, prominent nose and his light caramel skin was smooth and looked soft as hell. He was of Native American decent and if you looked hard enough you could tell from some of his features. He was a very attractive man I had to admit.

I felt a tug at the back of my shirt and I looked back, smiling when I saw Jackson behind me with a little bit of my shirt balled up in his small hand.
"Um.. I'm sorry if I interrupted." His face gained a little color.
"I just got kinda lonely and missed you guys."

Henry smiled lovingly and tousled his hair.
"Awww, we missed you too sport."

I snorted a little and Henry rolled his eyes at me, a small blush bringing heat to his face.

"Wow~ The man who never blushes, would you look at that?" I teased once again, wondering exactly how far I could get away with teasing him. He didn't seem like a switch either and from what I could tell he looked like a dom. I wouldn't have expected that from him but the more I looked at him the more it dawned on me. He wasn't the daddy type.. he seemed more of the..

Master type.