"You don't need to do that," the quiet voice broke the silence of the cell.
Startled, Jamie let out a loud gasp, before clamping his lips tightly together. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his hand stilled. Thinking he had been dreaming, he held his breath for nearly a minute.
"There are alternatives to self pleasure." The silky tone of the cultured voice sent a jolt through Jamie's cock which pulsed in his tightening grip.
"I used my last coin to secure a semi-private room."
"There are whores, of course," his companion said dismissively, "even the jailor's daughters will spread their legs for the right coin, but those of us with none have learned to make do with what we have."
"Which is what I'm doing," Jamie said through gritted teeth as his lust grew stronger. He had been on the edge of release when his companion had first spoken, and his need had not decreased.
Pelham chuckled and there was a rustling of blanket and straw. "That is one way, and, please continue if you wish." There was a flare of flint on steel and a candle flamed to life. "I like to watch."
Jamie could feel himself flushing like a schoolboy. He had known Pelham through mutual friends of friends, but had never suspected that he preferred men.
"Did I say that out loud?" Jamie mumbled in embarrassment.
"Yes," Pelham answered with a slight smile, his eyes drifting down the dirty ruffles of Jamie's shirt to the tip of the cock that peeked out between slender fingers. "But, as I said, we make do with what we have." He sighed softly and relaxed back against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him, his ankles crossed. "My last cell mate was a...large man, quite brutish. You, on the other hand, are quite the opposite."
"What do you want from me?" Jamie grunted, pulling his shirt down over his exposed groin. His balls tightened and ached, and he clenched his teeth tighter together.
"To watch...or to join in." Pelham sighed again and brushed his hair away from his face. "If you prefer, I can put out the candle and pretend to sleep."
As Jamie started to nod his eyes drifted down Pelham's chest to the large bulge in the front of his satin breeches. He swallowed hard as his breath caught in his throat and a shudder ran through him. He had never been attracted to another man, and he wasn't sure that was what he was feeling at the moment.
But, his cock was being insistent.
Turning on his side, he pulled his shirt up, baring him from his stomach to his knees, where his breeches were caught. "You can watch," he mumbled. "Or join in."
"Delighted, I'm sure." As he smiled, Pelham worked the fastenings of his breeches, freeing his own erect staff. In the dim light, Jamie could see that it was a bruised pink color, and was shorter than his own, light brown one. It was also thicker, and Pelham's fingers couldn't reach all the way around it.
Languidly, Pelham began to pull on his cock, moving his hand up and down the shaft, sliding the foreskin away from the slit, then moving down to cup his testicles. He watched Jamie watching him, and spread his legs slightly, giving the other man a better view.
Jamie seemed frozen, his eyes moving only enough to follow the motion of Pelham's hand, but finally the throbbing in his groin became too much, and he returned his attention to his own cock, pumping it rapidly. His lust quickly returned to that point of near release, but he couldn't seem to go past it. He could feel Pelham's eyes on him, heard the other man's soft groans, and the sound of flesh caressing flesh.
Eyes slightly glazed, Jamie looked back over at the black sheep son of the Duke of Newcastle, and bit into his lower lip as an opaque drop of fluid slid over one of the other man's fingers. Pelham slowly lifted his finger to his lips and his tongue flicked out to lick it clean.
Jamie gasped and trembled. His hips pumped, thrusting his cock into his fist, as tremor after tremor ran through him. With a soft, strangled cry, he bucked wildly, spilling his warm seed on his fingers and stomach. Shaking, he managed to look up and saw the heat in Pelham's eyes, then he sank back onto the pile of straw, breathing hard.
"Have you never tasted yourself?" Pelham asked softly, breathing evenly, and looking pointedly at Jamie's hand.
Shaking his head, Jamie wiped his hand on the straw pallet, then pulled his breeches up, all the while, continuing to watch Pelham pleasure himself.
"And I assume you have never tasted another man's."
He could feel himself flushing, but all Jamie could do was shake his head again, as new and tantalizing images filled his head.
"Maybe some other time," Pelham added, groaning softly as his hand tightened around his insistent member. Rolling his head against the wall, he pumped his hips up, lifting his buttocks off the pallet and digging his heels into the stone floor. With a soft cry, he climaxed, his seed spilling into his cupped hand.
As he sank down, breathing hard, his hair in his eyes, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.
The sight was highly erotic and Jamie felt his cock stir, but exhaustion won out and he lay back, closing his eyes. The candle went out, plunging the cell into darkness again, and he heard more rustles as his companion rearranged his clothes and settled down to sleep.
Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Pelham speak, his voice a soft murmur. "I think we should do this again some time."
Before he could even process the implications, Jamie found himself nodding and murmuring back an affirmative response. Blushing even more, he pulled the covers over his head, determined to forget what had just happened, or at least to claim it as inconsequential.
He liked women, after all. He loved women. Many, many women.
There just weren't any women around at the moment.
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