Ah. Haven't written smut in SUCH a long time... now I have to... because I feel like I owe people for being away for days! I'm not supposed to go away! So so sorry.
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"Y-You like me too?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say.

I kiss him, he kisses back almost immediately.

"Fucking movies. Always saying that there is supposed to be fireworks," he says.

I can't keep the laughter in.

"Fireworks is just describing a feeling. It's basically meant to mean the adrenaline boost that a person gets from kissing," I say.

"Really?" He asks.

"At least I've heard that it's like that, I wouldn't know, I didn't make that trope, I'm not that old," I say.

"Aren't you younger than me? Since you're nineteen?" He asks.

"Yeah. But a lot of people think nineteen is old," I say.

"Oh no. Then I'm incredibly old," he says.

I laugh again, looking at him.

"It's so dark here," he says.

"I find that offensive," I say.

"I didn't mean it like that!" He says.

I laugh.

"No worry, I was joking. Yeah, it is pretty dark," I say.

"I'm deadly scared of being racist," he says.

"I'll tell you, if you are, accidentally, being racist. Trust me," I say.

"What if I am a racist?" He asks.

"How could you be?" I ask.

"Um... I don't know. I might be. I'm a bit quicker at backing away if it's a black man with a gun than if it's a white man with a gun," he says.

"Society kinda tells you that someone black is a bigger danger than someone white. Reason my parents have always been apparently 'scarier' to the general public than let's say... Leo's parents," I say.

"So I'm not racist?" He asks.

"No. I don't see how you would be," I say.

He seems relieved.

"I'm surprised that you aren't freaked out by the eyes," I say.

"Night vision? No, Wendy told me. It's not that terrifying, if you know about it beforehand," he says.

"Good to know. I would have turned it off if it freaked you out," I say.

"Aw. That's nice you," he says.

I smile at him.

"Do you see everything kinda green right now or like always?" He asks.

"Greenish. I'm kinda like a camera, when I use my night vision. Which is funny in my opinion," I say.

"That's so cool," he says.

I nod. We stare at each other for a minute before he kisses me, I accidentally trip over his foot and send us flying to the ground.

"Sorry," I say, with a slight laugh.

"No worry," he says.

I kiss him again, keeping him back first on the floor.

"You have a pretty cold floor, I have to say," he says.

I laugh.

"Oh my God this looks so suspicious," I say, looking down at him.

"Could look more suspicious, to be honest with you," he says.

"Yeah, I know," I say.

We kiss again. Goddamnit! Why do we keep kissing? And interrupting ourselves?

"Can I?" He asks.

Before I can ask, what he means, I can feel his hands at my shirt. My eyes widen.

"Yeah," I say.

My shirt literally flies off at this point. I roll my eyes and get to his jacket.

"Why do you have so much more clothing on than I?" I ask.

"I'm meant to wear all this shit," he says.

I nod and get his undershirt off. Which, honestly, I should totally get a damn medal for. It's not easy to get off something while listening and trying to figure out fucking buttons when they're the same color as the fucking shirt. Especially when everything is in night vision.

"Have you done this before or-?" He starts.

"Not with a dude, no. You?" I ask.

"Ones. With Craig," he says.

"Aren't you two friends?" I ask.

"Are friends not allowed drunk nights while being in Russia together?" He asks.

"Russia? Why?" I ask.

"When both of us were officially 18, we celebrated it by going to Russia to drink. I got to give it, it's a really cheap place," he says.

"What is it like?" I ask.

"Surprisingly nice. Well. Saint Petersburg was nice. We didn't go to Moscow," he says.

"Why Russia? Why not... Scotland?" I ask.

"Craig had something to do there, decided to take me with," he says.

I nod.

"Lets get back on business," he says.

I nod again and he gets to my pants, taking them off.

"Your turn," I say.

I sigh, very deeply, at the sight of a belt.

"Why do I always get the hard work?" I ask.

I get the belt off fairly easily, which is surprising. Next the pants. He gets my underwear off and then I get his. It's sort of like we're just taking turns.

"So. What now?" I ask.

"I've done this before, so... um. I'll just do the same I did before. Tell me, if this isn't good and I'll figure something else out," he says.

Before I can ask, what he is about to do, he has my dick in his mouth.

"The fuck?" I ask.

He laughs and I have to take a hold of the cell door due to the pleasure that comes out of it. I try to look anywhere but at him, the ceiling,. The walls, absolutely anything.

"I'm about to-," I start.

He shallows it before getting off of me.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

"Sorry. I just... I don't know, wanted to know what it's like," he says.

"Um... my turn?" I ask.

"You don't have to do anything you are uncomfortable with, I promise," he says.

I nod and we change places. I look at him before taking a deep breath and taking his dick in my mouth. He moans almost immediately. I start mirroring him as much as I can.

"You might wanna get off," he says.

I get my mouth off and start pumping like I would to myself. He comes with a very long moan.