Despite the emotional turmoil raging in his head, he still got aroused, he still had desires of a sexual nature, and they’d attached themselves to Sebastian Claw.

“Hey!”

Rory looked up. “Sorry, what?”

Sebastian waved him closer. “Come on, I wanna see what Captain taught you.”

Ollie jumped up and raised his fists. “Okay—”

“Not you, him.”

He pointed at Rory, and he hesitantly got to his feet. “I dunno if that’s a good idea.”

“Captain taught you how to defend yourself against an attacker, how to take them down, pin them?”

Ollie nodded along. “Yeah, I always kicked Rory’s ass.”

“Not always.”

“Ollie, you’re with Teddy. It’s my turn to kick Rory’s ass.”

Sebastian stepped back, then tugged off his tank top. Rory averted his gaze, then peeked a look. His muscles gleamed with a slight sweat, and the hair on his pectorals had darkened. His skin was taut, and Rory’s eyes were dragged down to the firm skin under his belly button, the slant of his hips, and the vein that disappeared under his waist band.

His abdominals twitched as he waited, and Rory gulped.

“Show me what you can do,” Sebastian mumbled.

Rory shook his head. “I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can.”

He stepped closer, grabbed Rory’s hands, then put them to his chest. “Come on, Rory, show me.”

A blush built in his face—even his ears started to feel like they were burning up. He kept his hands where Sebastian had placed them, one on either of his pectorals.

“What’s the problem?” Sebastian murmured. “Touch me, grab me, try to throw me down.”

Rory’s fingers twitched of their own accord, groping Sebastian’s chest.

Sebastian grinned, then took Rory’s hands and put them on his waist. “Here see if you can get me from here, wrap your arms around me, take me to the floor.”

Rory couldn’t move. His hands were on Sebastian’s body, his sweaty body.

“Or how about you get a hold of my neck?”

Sebastian gripped Rory’s wrists, brushed them up his chest, then encouraged Rory’s arms around his neck. Rory was close enough to smell him. His skin was hot and their chests pressed together.

“Rory, are you broken?” Ollie muttered.

He blinked. “No, I—”

Sebastian grabbed him, tripped him, then pinned him to the mat. The air left Rory’s lungs in a whoosh, and his eyes watered at the breathless feeling in his chest. Then he forgot every mild pain and focused on the one between his legs. He was hard, and his cock was trapped and uncomfortable.

“Captain didn’t teach you very well if I can pin you that easy.”

Rory didn’t reply, he was too busy trying to breathe, but his body wasn’t cooperating. Sebastian’s eyebrows tugged together at Rory’s shallow panting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” Rory mumbled, then licked his lips. “I’m all right.”

Sebastian smiled, then went to get up, but Rory grabbed a hold of him to stop him. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Yeah, just for a second.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “A second?”

“Yeah.”

Sebastian smirked, then sunk back down, tilting his hips forward as he did. Rory bit back a moan, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling up into his head. He couldn’t keep his unwanted arousal a secret from Sebastian, but he hoped with some luck, the rest of the inmates wouldn’t notice his hard-on.

Sebastian flexed his hips again, then whispered, “That feel good?”

Rory shivered, and slid his hands down to Sebastian’s hips.

“Stop it.”

“Oh, okay, then.” He tried to lift himself off, but Rory pulled him back down. Their crotches rubbed, and Rory’s cock jolted.

“Shit.”

“God, you’re as hard as a rock,” Sebastian murmured.

Rory bit his lip and shook his head.

“Yeah you are, but don’t worry, so am I.”

He thrusted, and Rory felt the heavy pressure of Sebastian’s cock. Rory’s eyes rolled again, and a groan escaped his lips. His hands were tentatively holding Sebastian’s hips, fingers flexing and relaxing as he tried to get himself under control. He could smell Sebastian’s sweat, and the soap he used each morning. Sebastian’s icy eyes darkened, and when his gaze dropped to Rory’s lips, his heart missed a beat.

“Oi! No dry humping on the floor.”

Sebastian tutted at the guard, shot Rory a sympathetic smile, then stood up. He put his hands on his hips and stood there with the twitching in his pants clear to see. Ollie’s eyes bugged from their sockets, and Teddy grumbled in apparent surprise.

“Get out of here, Sebastian! Go take a cold shower.”

He raised his hands at the guard. “I’m going, I’m going.”

Ollie snorted, then strolled over and offered his hand to Rory. He took it, and got to his feet, but the second he was standing Ollie glanced down at him, then up again.

“Jesus, you didn’t get like that with me or Captain.”

“I stretched funny, that’s all.”

“Stretched funny?” Ollie rolled his eyes. “You think I was born yesterday? I’ve seen you two playing chess.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Ollie laughed.

Despite being amused, and not believing Rory’s poor excuse, Ollie still stood in front of him, blocking curious eyes, until his erection went down.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“No problem. Stretch sorted itself out?” Ollie smirked.

“Yes, let’s not mention it again.”

“No, let’s. It’s hilarious. You got a thing for Sebastian, and he’s got a thing for you, a massive thing by the looks of it.”

Rory groaned, “There’s no ‘thing’ between us.”

“You think he’s hot, and he thinks you’re hot. I’m not seeing a problem. Sex is sex. You’ve got no one on the outside. Does he?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the issue? Get stuck in or let him get stuck in you.”

Rory looked down at his feet. “I can’t cross that line.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”