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Prologue
In front of them sat the complete script of their new serie.
Finally, Gun thought to himself, hardly able to hide his interest as he sat at the table. His partner sat next to him, his legs crossed as he browsed through the pages. On the other side of the table sat Tay along with New and other GMM-TV actors, all focused listening to the director, screenwriters and acting coaches’ words. Gun’s excitement only grew as they explained the serie and read through the script.
Gun’s character was a feared prisoner who always wore a frown. As a former hitman, he was sentenced to twenty years of prison. During those years, he had an untouchable aura around him: he could cause fights, disobey jailer’s orders and always end up facing little to no consequences. No one ever dared to bother him. When Gun asked if he could be considered similar to Black from not me, the director answered that, unlike Black, this new character would use his charm as his advantage and show much more raw emotions and have some dramatic moments.
“that’s good!” Off said, putting his hand on Gun’s shoulder, “he loves crying on screen”.
On the other hand, Off’s character was the director of said prison. Mysterious, authoritarian and rightful, he has always managed the prison with justice… or at least that’s what his façade shows. Underneath the appearance of a cold fair man there’s someone who’s willing to manipulate and go against the law, for the sake of lust and love. Their love would be intoxicating, forbidden yet with so much more layers to it.
“so I get spoiled even as a prisoner?” Gun asked, making everyone laugh.
“Off can’t help but spoil you in every universe” the director said with a smile.
Tay learned about his character too: another prisoner and Gun’s character’s sworn enemy. Unwilling to accept the injustices going on with his roommate, he decides to spy on him, trying to uncover how and why he acts so privileged. New is a new jailer, moved by a strong sense of justice that makes him unable to stand the constant unfair treatment he keeps on witnessing in this prison. Things would get weird when they started to become closer, moved by the same motive: unmasking the misdeeds of this prison.
“how can these characters even fall in love?” Tay asked, already into it.
“This is so messy…” New laughed, along with his colleagues.
“I can’t wait for it to air… fans will go insane” Off said, unable to contain a mischievous smile.
Chapter one – Hell Ain’t a Bad Place to Be
Gun smoked a cigarette sat on the stands of the basketball court. Exhaling the grey smoke, he raised his gaze to the sky. That day, over the high walls of the prison, the vast sky blue filled his eyes, while the chill wind caressed his hair. During his eleven years of serving his sentence, he found that the courtyard enclosed by high concrete walls was the place that felt like freedom the most. At least, if he looked above the walls, it almost seemed as he was free.
As he brought the cigarette back to his lips to taste the bitter flavour of Tabaco, a basketball hit his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. Gun stared at the prisoners in the basketball court, as they froze in fear.
“who did it?” Gun asked, his voice firm and low.
With their eyes full of fear, the prisoners pointed at one of them, who raised his hands in surrender. Gun stood up with the cigarette between his lips. He got down the stands, took the basketball in his hand and threw it hard on the prisoner’s head, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground.
“go play somewhere else, asshole!” Gun shouted, walking past him before kicking his collapsed body. Walking away, he made eye contact with a jailer.
He kept smoking his cigarette, strolling around the vast courtyard, meeting the eyes of other prisoners who immediately got out of his way, quietly whispering to each other. One of the voices Gun was able to pick up said: “don’t play with him. He’s a hitman”.
After his hour of fresh air in the afternoon, he came back to his cell. There, he found his roommate for years now, Tay Tawan. Gun just glared at him. His hair was wet, indicating that he was just out of the shower. He had the habit of never drying his hair. Tay wasn’t dangerous at all: he was serving a seven years sentence for stealing luxury cars. Still, Gun hated his guts, as Tay was the nosiest bitch he knew.
Uncaring of Tay staring at him, Gun hid his half empty pack of cigarettes on the shelves, behind some random books. He then turned around to face him.
“what are you looking at?” said Gun, frowning, “Don’t you dare steal my cigarettes again, or I’ll stick them right up your ass”
“you wish you could!” spat Tay, reaching for one of his stupid books from the shelf and leaving the room.
During dinner’s time at the canteen, Mark’s hands shook and trembled, “Hey Gun, do you have some…?”
Gun raised his gaze to meet his. Mark Pakin was in prison for drug possession and dealing. He also was a huge drug addict. Having lost all of his trusted contacts in the outside world, he came to Gun, always requesting harder drugs. Since a couple of years, he was stuck on heroin.
“I thought you stopped” another prisoner laughed.
“he says that every other day, but then he’s always back for more”
“fuck off!” Mark shouted, making them quiet, “it’s my choice anyway”.
Even though he was always high or in drug withdrawal, he was still able to get respected. He could be pretty scary and reckless, as drug was starting to fuck up his brain. Gun thought he was an ok guy though, but he couldn’t be fully trusted since he was Tay’s friend.
Gun nodded, slipping a hand through the elastic band of his boxers, taking out a tiny bag of white powder. Mark exchanged his bill for it with an absent smile on his face.
“thank you, phi”
Gun dismissed him with a nod of his head.
Tay, staring at the scene from across the room, felt rage growing inside him. Selling drugs in the middle of the canteen? With that much jailers around? Tay was put in solitary confinement for several days for a tiny bit of weed under his mattress and Gun can deal heroin like it’s nothing?
Tightening his jaw, Tay approached him then banged his fist on the canteen table, “stop selling him that shit”. Loud and clear, so that jailers would hear him.
Gun straight up ignored him, shoving him to the side to go by.
“can’t you see him? Do you want him to fucking die?!”
Gun turned his back to him, barely holding it together: “why should I care? His problem, not mine”
“now you’re my fucking problem!” Tay shouted, grabbing him by the collar to punch him in the face.
The room grew loud, with prisoners rooting for Gun or Tay, a rivalry going on for years now. Gun grabbed him by the collar as well, before punching him hard. He was short, but his combat skills were unmatched. Despite how much he tried, Tay could rarely beat him in a fight. And when he did, Gun always came back to take his revenge. Still, Tay never learned his lesson.
“how are you always unpunished?!” Yelled Tay, throwing another punch that Gun swiftly dodged before hitting the other’s temple with his elbow. The blow made Tay falter and fall to the ground. Gun didn’t even bother answering his question, but hurried to get on top of him and beat his face.
“LEAVE ME” punch. “THE FUCK” punch. “ALONE!” another, final punch that left Tay unable to react.
Witnessing that violent scene, a jailer wanted to intervene. His name was New and that day it was a month since he started working in that prison. During this time he had seen it all, still what happened next was uncalled for: as he stepped up to stop the fight, another jailer pushed him aside.
“don’t intervene” he said firmly.
"he's getting hurt! We can't just watch!" New yelled in the chaos, hoping his voice mattered.
“director’s orders” simply replied the jailer, unbothered.
New looked at him speechless, then stared at poor Tay getting his nose and eye punched again and again.
“DON’T EVER TRY TO MESS WITH ME AGAIN! I’LL BREAK YOUR FACE FOR GOOD!” Gun shouted, finally walking away from Tay.
“that’s enough!” a jailer shouted, forcefully grabbing Gun away from Tay’s beaten up body. “you missed solitary confinement so badly? Fine, cause you’re going straight back!” the jailer ordered as he dragged Gun away from the canteen as it grew quieter. New looked around, before a guard grabbed Tay and dragged him to the infirmary, under Mark’s worried gaze. He got to take a closer look to his face: he got blood spilling from his lips and nose, and a swollen red eye. When he walked past him and his eyes met the prisoner fiercer ones, New lowered his gaze in guilt.
“do you ever see him here washing dishes?” Tay raged out, throwing the dirty metal trays into the sink, making soap and water splash all over. The loud metal noise almost made New flinch.
“calm down, Tawan” New said, keeping his composure. Still, the questions Tay raised moved something inside him.
“no one ever sees him getting punished. He just gets sent straight to solitary confinement. Pretty convenient, huh?”
“how is solitary confinement convenient?”
“don’t play dumb. You know how. He just disappears for a few days, then comes back as if nothing happened. That asshole might get sent into a suite, instead. ” trying his best to hide his distress, Tay put down the cutlery he was stressingly scrubbing. “I know you’re new here, but don’t tell me you didn’t notice a pattern”
He did. Of course he did. How couldn’t he? Since he was here, no one ever let him supervise Gun, even when it was convenient for the jailers to do so. Jailers of higher grades always handled him, justifying it by saying that Gun was too dangerous to get handled by a newbie. New understood that was a cover up for something else when he got to bring with another newbie a dirty raper and assassin to solitary confinement. The latest example of this double standards happened early that day, during the fight between Tay and Gun.
New kept quiet.
Tay sighed: “it’s not fair. I don’t want to avoid my punishment, I know I deserve it. I just want him to get punished too. You get it, right?”
New nodded, without saying a word.
“and it’s been like this for years now”
New was weirdly surprised by Tay’s sense of justice, “I don’t think there’s much to be done about it”
“there is” Tay confidently said, “I’ve been spying on Gun for years now, I know all of his moves. He gets covered up by jailers most of the time, moving alone would be too suspicious, but that’s not the point” he removed his neon yellow rubber gloves he was using to wash the dishes, then dried his hands on a rag. “you’re different. You wanted to butt in when he was about to break my nose. I saw you, you know. You’re not like other jailers”
“I just fight for what’s right. That’s it” New coldly answered then gazed at his watch, “now tide up. It’s almost bed time”.
As they reached that familiar windowless corridor, Gun forcefully wriggled out of the jailer’s grip, who let him walk in front of him. Without saying much, the jailer opened one of cells. Gun walked in without making a fuss. The room was ugly as usual: there was just a sink, a toilet and a bed that was luckily not too uncomfortable. He just laid there, as the jailer locked him up. Alone, Gun stared at the dirty ceiling for a while, then fell asleep, as there wasn’t much to do at night anyway, other than patiently waiting for morning to arrive.
Gun woke up when his breakfast was handed over through the designated door. Gun got out of bed and stretched his limbs. He reached for the metal tray, placing it on the bed to grab the bowl of rice. It was when he lifted the bowl that he noticed a yellow post-it hidden under it.
“see you tonight -J.”
“at least I probably won’t see his face for a while” Tay thought to himself while getting on his bed.
After the fight of the day before and a long day of chores, he just wanted to rest his fatigued and still hurt body. It was late at night when a sudden shiny torch and the sound of steps woke him up. He immediately got up, annoyed, only to notice Gun being escorted somewhere in the middle of the night.
“isn’t he supposed to be in solitary?” Tay wondered.
He then spotted New passing by, headed in the other direction. He called for him with too less discretion. When New turned around, he gestured him to come closer.
“let me out. I need to know where he’s going”
“what?” New asked.
“Gun. He’s being escorted somewhere” Tay hurriedly explained, “He is supposed to be in solitary, isn’t he?”
New froze. “don’t you want to know what’s going on in this jail?” Tay whispered, his grip tightening around the bars of his cell.
New looked around. That was it, it was time to make a decision. A decision which would have led to serious consequences.
“pretend to faint” New whispered as Tay looked confused.
“what?”
“be quick!”
Tay obeyed, pretending to stumble upon his feet.
“are you ok?” New said, still keeping his voice low not to alert other prisoners or jailers. He took a key to open his cell. He took Tay’s arm and brought it around his shoulders to support him.
“I’ll take you to the infirmary”
Just like that, New escorted Tay though the corridors, following Gun and the other jailer at a safe distance.
“and what about the cameras?” Tay whispered, as they walked way past the infirmary.
“I’ll handle it” the other answered.
Tay couldn’t help but smirk, “I would have never bet on the fact that a cop like you would have actually helped me. What’s your name again?”
“New” the jailer answered absent-mindedly, too focused on following their target and hide behind convenient corners.
“New, cool. Call me Tay” he smiled, as they waited around a corner to go forward.
New turned to face him, witnessing for the first time his bright smile. Despite his face being all beaten up, New couldn’t help but think that if he didn’t end up in prison he would have had an amazing career thanks to his cover boy face. Still, he remained passionless.
As the path cleared, they proceeded.
“isn’t this the management area?”
New frowned. What was a prisoner doing here in the middle of the night?
They were obliged to stop behind a corner, just before they could hear the door of the prison director’s office opening.
“I was waiting for you, Atthaphan” a low voice in the office said. The door closed right after.
Tay and New shared speechless a look.
“you called for me?” Gun asked, sitting on the sofa in front of the director. The room was so dark that he could barely see his outline thanks to the few lights coming from the windows.
“I wanted to discuss your behaviour” Off said, standing up from his chair to lean against his desk.
“what about it?”
Off raised an eyebrow, “picking up fights after I already left? You know that’s not convenient”
“that’s that dickhead’s fault. He always bothers me” he said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.
Off smirked, “I can’t help you if you don’t behave. Or do you want to be here with me forever? It doesn’t sound like a bad idea”
“don’t count on it” the prisoner answered with a challenging look in his eyes, “I wouldn’t stand being Tay’s roommate that long”
“what was he mad about this time?” the director asked.
“he said I should stop selling to his addict friend. And that I never get punished”
“but you do get punished” Off stated, his voice now low as he walked closer to him. Gun knew that voice. It carried hunger and possessiveness.
“you do, since I became director. He just doesn’t know how I handle it”.
“if only he knew, he would stop bothering me” Gun smirked, “he doesn’t know my punishments are way harsher than his. He wouldn’t get so mad, if only he knew”
“would he still want to swap places with you?” Off asked, as Gun stood up and closed the distance between them, “or would he prefer being stuck with washing dishes?”
He chucked, “I don’t know. But I wouldn’t.” he said right before grabbing Off’s nape to pull him in for a hungry kiss.
Off’s hands travelled on Gun’s body: from his chest to hips, then again on his tiny waist which he was most obsessed with. Gun kept him close, grabbing his tie and hurriedly loosening it.
“are you hurt somewhere?” asked the director, slightly out of breathe. Gun shook his head no.
“great, cause I won’t contain myself” Off smirked, pushing Gun against his desk.
“I missed you” he said before kissing him again with as much passion as before. Off’s lips on his felt familiar. It tasted like fancy alcohol that Gun never tasted before meeting him, used to anything cheaper. His hands who now travelled under his beige uniform were big, his skin soft, stranger to the forced labour and hard life going on behind the bars. Nothing compared to Gun’s harsher ones. Even though the director often offered him to shower in his private bathroom, pampering him with expensive skincare, he never saw a lasting improvement, as he immediately got back to working hard physical jobs, fighting with prisoners, sleeping in his harsh and dusty bed sheet and showering in the shared showers . All the privileges he received never erased the toughness of prison life.
Gun’s grip was tight around the edge of the expensive wooden table, to keep his balance. Off grabbed him from under the tights, then sat him on the desk. He stripped him of his shirt, then pushed him to lay him on the flat surface. Just like that, most of Gun’s tattoos were exposed. The bigger was on the side of his ribcage, it said: “look at the sky tonight. All of the stars have a reason” in imperfect block letters. He also had roman numbers for meaningful dates, other small simple designs on his arms and chest and then the one that hurt Off the most: tally marks on his left hip, a small straight line for each year spent in prison. That year, it counted eleven of them. Off caressed that tattoo with his thumb, then bended to kiss all over Gun’s chest, who sighed softly.
“I don’t like your friend who does your tattoos. I don’t like people touching what’s mine” Off left a bite on Gun’s chest, resisting the urge to suck it greedily: it would be too risky to let Gun out of solitary confinement with his chest full of hickeys.
“if it were up to me… I’d let everyone know that you’re the director’s little pet” Off whispered, kissing Gun’s neck.
Gun reached for the director’s black tie, pulling it with his hands until the knot loosened, then abandoned it on the desk.
“all that matter is that I know it” He hurriedly went for the tiny buttons, quickly unbuttoning them one at a time.
Off didn’t seem to mind Gun’s urgency: he didn’t want to wait as well. He thought that beating around the bush was for newly wed couples. Their encounters usually didn’t need much words or games to get in the mood. Their understanding was natural and usual, they didn’t need much for them to get in the mood. While Gun took off that silky white shirt, the director lowered the prisoner’s pants and underwear with a swift movement.
“such a pretty boy, aren’t you?” Off said, caressing Gun’s tights, from the knee up. At that sudden and light touch, the prisoner’s cock twitched. With Off’s piercing eyes staring at his naked body, Gun let out a needy whine in anticipation. Off folded the other’s legs, opening them up to expose his opening. He then rested his clothed bulge against it, making Gun squirm and bite his lip. Without much more teasing, the director unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers, revealing his already half hard cock.
Gun licked his plump lips, lowering his gaze between his partner’s legs, “let me help, papii”.
Off smirked, knowing that he could never refuse those lips around him, “you want to please me, baby? ”.
He offered a hand to help Gun get off the desk, then sat on his office chair. Gun, instead of reaching him going around the desk, crawled under it, then kneeled and rested his hands on Off’s tights. That sensual scene, that display of submission was enough to make him even harder. Unable to take his eyes off him, he grabbed a fistful of Gun’s hair, gently pulling him closer.
“make me proud” he whispered before Gun wrapped his soft lips against Off’s tip, making the man groan.
Gun knew exactly what Off liked: after all, this relationship of theirs was going on for five years now. He kept the eye contact, while he took more. Keeping his mouth busy with Off’s dick always felt so good. He never got tired of it. Gun was so grateful to have him in his life. Besides giving him all the obvious privileges he got after their relationship started, Off woke up parts of him that Gun almost forgot about. Off made him feel like he was free again. He made him feel normal. He made him feel like all those years of his youth weren’t being wasted at all. He made him hope for a better life, outside of prison. He made him feel soft, under the hard shell that life built around him, the most attractive boy in the world and, most importantly, loved.
Off caressed Gun’s hair, sighing softly while he took it all in his mouth.
“how can I punish you when you’re this good? I’d make you go all night”.
Gun kept his hands on his partner’s hips, before starting to bob his head back and forth in the perfect pace that made Off both satisfied and asking for more. One of the director’s hand trailed Gun’s back, reaching for his ass, making him whimper at the sudden touch. His free hand distractedly went to open his desk’s drawer, finding a bottle of lube hidden behind documents. He opened it, letting it pour on some of his fingers. At the sight, Gun moaned and almost stopped.
“shh, don’t get distracted” Off ordered, smacking Gun’s ass with his clean hand.
The prisoner complied, trying his best to keep the pace with Off teased his hole with a finger. It was a matter of seconds before Off slipped it inside, pushing it in deep already. The director slightly rocked his hips forward, panting and riding that wave of pleasure while he kept pleasing Gun with even more fingers. As the boy was stretched enough, Off removed his fingers and ordered him to stop. Gun parted from him with slight displeasure. Off smiled, cleaning Gun’s lips clean from both saliva and his own precum with his thumb. He looked at him fondly, before cupping Gun’s cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.
He made him get up, then laid him on the desk again, this time on his stomach. Off leaned in to leave a tray of kisses along Gun’s back, making him shiver. The prisoner’s hand grabbed firmly the edge of the desk, just like Off’s held Gun’s hips in place. He went for the lube again, applying more of it on his length, before slipping inside his partner without further notice. Gun let out a lewd moan. It was music to Off’s ears. He breathed into the sensation of being inside him, throwing his head back. It always felt as amazing as the first time. He firmly held Gun’s hip with one hand, while his other arm was wrapped around his waist, between Gun and the hard edge of the table.
Off started moving slowly, in a way that made Gun whine his name, or rather…
“papii…” Gun moaned, meeting Off’s thrusts by rolling his hips back.
Gun came up with that nickname on his own during the first year they met. Off surprised himself discovering how much he liked it. Sometimes just hearing that word was enough for him to get in the mood. Gun saying it was like a kitten hungrily meowing for food.
The director couldn’t do anything else other than please him, gradually increasing the speed and burying himself deep inside him. As he pushed with more force, the desk started moving along with Gun’s body, who firmly grasped the edge of the table. Easily finding the bundle of nerves able to make Gun scream, Off’s hand travelled between the prisoner’s legs, stroking his aching dick which he knew begged for release and attention. Gun came not too long after, followed by Off.
They stayed still for a few minutes, breathing in the scent of their lust.
“how are you feeling?” the director asked, slipping out of him. Gun sighed, still deep in pleasure.
“I’m fine”.
“good, cause I’m not done with you yet”.
Gun laid naked on the leather sofa, his limbs still numb from the several rounds they went through. Off’s arm was around his shoulder, his fingers tracing soothing circles on Gun’s arm and back as he checked his phone.
“it’s already 3:30 a.m.” Off stated. He then stretched and stood up to get dressed.
“where are you going?” Gun asked, sitting up.
“home” said Off, wearing and buttoning up his shirt that he found abandoned on the floor.
Gun stared at him, then rolled his heavy body back on the couch, “can’t you stay the night?”
“I can’t. I have a meeting with my parents in the morning” he answered, zipping up his pants.
Gun got quiet all of a sudden, turning his gaze to the ceiling.
“get dressed, Gun” Off ordered, “I’ll have someone take you back to your cell”
Off has been telling him for years how important it was to keep a low profile. Meeting secretly, not being too suspicious with it. The director came from a rich family, which was both a blessing and a curse: he could help him lots of ways, covering up his dirty business and protecting him, but on the other hand it was a huge risk. If their relationship were to be exposed, Off would have lost everything. Off was risking everything for Gun. Still, this thing they had was going on for years now, and every each one of their meetings ended up the same way: with Off going back home in the outside world while Gun was still trapped behind the bars. He was starting to lose his patience. He was getting tired of Off’s empty promises. He wanted out.
Gun sighed and nodded, standing up and wearing again his ugly prison uniform.
Seeing him comply, the director smiled. “I can’t believe you’re the most problematic prisoner. You’re so obedient when you’re with me”.
Off checked the time again, while wearing his jacket.
“oh, I almost forgot” the director said, reaching for a paper bag on his desk.
He handed it to Gun, who looked at him confused. Off gestured him to open it, so he did. Inside, there was a vinyl record he had never seen, despite there being the name of his favourite metal band on it.
“they came up with a new album” he explained, “shall we listen to it tomorrow evening?”
Gun couldn’t hide his smile, his finger tracing on the plastic cover as he stared at it. Off placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“behave while I’m not here and you’ll be out of solitary soon. I promise”.
With that, Off left his office, ordering a jailer to bring Gun back to his solitary confinement cell.