Caged

Caged -13 - Last Night

"You're upset."

Dom grunted in reply.

"With me?"

A soft snort.

Brian leaned over the upper bunk and tried to see his friend through the shadows. The soft lighting from the corridor reflected off Dom's open eyes, but he couldn't quite make out the big man's facial expression.

"Is it Eddy?" Brian guessed. "You don't want to have to watch out for him too?"

Silence.

"The idea of sharing a cell with him?"

Nothing.

"Will you miss sleeping with me?"

Paydirt.

The big body jerked slightly as Dom snorted and turned his head toward the wall.

Brian twisted and lay back down in the upper bunk as warmth filled him. He needed to think this through. Dominic was a complicated guy. He was tough as nails on the outside, but a marshmallow inside.

In his own way, Dominic was a moral as any minister; he just had his own unique set of values. He had led a gang that hijacked delivery trucks -- stealing millions of dollars worth of electronics -- and had never batted an eye. But during all the robberies he had made sure that none of the truck drivers got hurt. He had run with a bad crowd, fought off rival gangs, but had never dreamed of turning any of his competitors into the cops. He was not a narc -- the very idea had filled him with rage.

He had been a loyal boyfriend to Letty -- well he'd strayed once or twice over the years. If she hadn't headed for the hills when everything had gone sour, when he got caught, Brian doubted that Dom would ever had touched him. As it was, she hadn't even written to him and he knew that that had stung Dom -- hurting him deeply.

Now, this affection had grown between them. This was no act, no show for the other inmates. This was something more -- something deep, painful, and unexpected. As Brian stared up into the shadows that clung to the ceiling, he knew that whatever it was had started long ago. He should have seen it coming. He had felt a deep bond with the bald man from their very first meeting, when Dom had pulled Vince off him.

No. It was even before that.

The fascination had started when he had first glimpsed the powerful broad shoulders in the Deli's break room. For days he had been stopping in at Toretto's small grocery, trying to get a foot in the door. He had flirted with Mia but his eyes -- his attention -- had been on her big brother.

He had admired the magnificent body. He had been drawn in by Dom's warmth. He had been charmed by the loyalty Dom showed to his team. He had been seduced by his powerful charisma. That's why Brian had refused to believe Dom was behind the robberies. That's why he would have done anything to have helped Dom escape capture.

He had given Dom the keys to his car and felt his heart break as the orange Toyota had driven away -- leaving him alone. Who could have known that the highway patrol would pick Dom up just minutes later?

They had found Brian's gun in the car, they had witnesses who had seen the easily recognizable car chasing Tran, and Dom had confessed. He had spilled it all shortly after being caught. Johnny Tran had killed Jesse, so Dom chased him down and killed him with gun he had stolen from Officer Brian O'Connor.

No one would listen to Brian. The witness that had been at the scene of the actual shooting disappeared.

Sergeant Tanner had been happy; the LAPD had ended up looking good. Special Agent Bilkins had been happy; the FBI had looked good. They had pulled Brian aside and forced him into silence. He had demanded to see Toretto -- but hadn't been allowed -- for his own good they had said.

Dom had confessed to everything and everyone was happy -- everyone except Brian. He had lain awake at night, guilt his companion. He had tried to see Mia a couple times, but she knew the truth. She knew who had really been driving the Toyota that day. She blamed Brian for everything -- for turning her brother in, for destroying her family, and for lying to her. He had tried to explain, though he had to admit, he hadn't tried very hard.

When Bilkins had called him and offered him another undercover assignment, Brian had refused. He didn't want to be involved in anything like that ever again. But he had changed his mind quickly when the man had slyly insinuated that Toretto might benefit from Brian's participation.

They had met secretly in a shabby hotel room: Brian, Special Agent Bilkins, Special Agent Ormond and the District Attorney himself. They had laid out a plan to Brian. An incredibly complicated plan that they hoped would result in the conviction of the big time racketeer and suspected murderer, Devlin Jones.

They intended to fake charges against Brian -- to destroy his reputation with LAPD because Devlin owned so much of the Department. They would then plant him inside a prison, let him get established there, and then they planned to arrest, not Jones, but rather his lover. Brian was to befriend Eddy Preston, to take care of him on the inside, to gain his trust, and to entice him into spilling the location of the graveyard. The graveyard where they were sure they'd find two FBI agents' bodies and enough evidence to make murder charges stick on the slippery Jones.

Brian had hesitated; he knew how ex-cops were treated behind bars. It was Bilkins who talked him into it.

"The prison will be Rumsford," the big black man had said as he had watched Brian closely, knowingly. "Toretto is a big fish there and …" He had leaned as close as his big gut had allowed. "If he helps you out, if you make the score, Mr. D.A. here will have a little reward waiting for him."

A reduced sentence. The D.A. would work it out so that Dom would get out the pen much earlier.

Brian had been around long enough to have learned not to trust everything he heard. The D.A. noticed his skepticism and offered a fact that clinched the deal. One of the missing FBI agents was his nephew.

Brian had nodded. He'd do anything to get Dom out. He'd let these three people plant false evidence, convict him of crimes he hadn't committed, send him to one of the roughest prisons in the state, and go up against Jones -- all in the hope of freeing Dominic Toretto.

Now, as he lay in his bunk, Brian squeezed his eyes shut. The realization hit him with enough power to make him gulp.

He loved Dominic.

That's why he had done everything he had done since first seeing the big guy. That's why he was here. That's why he had encouraged Dom to touch him -- not so that he could get close to Eddy -- that was just an excuse. He had wanted to feel Dom's hands moving on him, Dom's body pressing into him, Dom's mouth tasting him. He had wanted it for years; he just hadn't understood -- until now.

Brian took a deep breath and hopped out of his bunk.

They only had this last night together as cellmates and Brian intended to take full advantage of it. He saw Dom's shadowy form stiffen when he pulled the sheet off, but the big body relaxed in welcome when Brian pressed down onto him. He slid between the heavy thighs as they opened for him and stretched out full length across the broad chest.

He sought out Dom's lips and would have devoured them if his own weren't still sore and slightly swollen. He groaned in frustration and hid his face against Dom's muscular neck as his pelvis ground down onto the man beneath him.

Brian was hard as a rock as he moved his hips against Dom's. His stiff cock strained against his briefs and butted into Dom's lower belly. He felt the big man shifting position and then he groaned as a hand worked its way into his shorts and wrapped around his dick.

Dom's hand was rough. Made hard from the automotive work he had loved and from the weights he still lifted. Brian pumped his hips and cried out as his sensitive flesh scraped against Dom's callus covered palm.

"Dominic," he groaned as he lifted his head and planted his hands on either side of the big man beneath him. He straightened his arms and braced them for support as he drove in and out of Dom's curled fingers. Panting and grunting -- mindless with lust -- he came.

His body shuddered, strained, tightened, held, and then … slowly melted down onto the man he loved.

Strong arms wrapped around and held him tightly as he fought for breath.

"Sorry," he managed after a minute or two of silence had passed. " I … just … um … "

The big chest beneath him shook with silent amusement.

"My turn now." Dom's voice was a low rumble in the shadows.

The big man literally lifted Brian as he twisted around and rolled them on the narrow mattress. He reversed their positions so that he loomed over Brian and blocked the dim light from the hallway.

"How sore are you?" he asked softly.

Brian could feel the big hands worrying at the waist of his briefs and warmth shivered through him again. He slid his hands up the thick columns of Dom's arms -- caressing the hard muscles. He smoothed his hands up and over the rounded shoulders, down onto the mighty chest. He spread his fingers and cupped the bulging pecs. He pressed his fingertips into the silky flesh.

Kneading.

Needing.

Dom groaned.

"Not too bad," Brian finally whispered.

His hips lifted off the bunk as the big man tore the cotton briefs from his body impatiently and tossed them aside. Then Dom's weight pressed him down flat, as the big man lay stretched across him and groped around under the head of the mattress for the small tube of lube that he kept there.

Dom apparently found it and levered up. Released from the smothering weight, Brian took a couple deep breaths -- only to gasp in surprise when he felt his legs shifted, lifted, and positioned.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Relax for me," Dom growled as he pushed Brian's legs higher. "Hold your knees up," he instructed gruffly.

Brian caught on. He gripped his legs and pulled them out of Dom's way. The space was tight, but they managed to arrange their bodies so that Dom could gain access.

"Oh," was startled out of Brian when he felt his still slightly sore body breached by Dom's finger.

"Too sore?" Disappointment made Dom's voice even rougher than normal.

"No," Brian lied. He gritted his teeth and tightened the hands that held his knees as Dom slid another finger deep within him.

"You're so tight, Brian."

In the dim light and the deep shadows, Brian could make out the intense look on his lover's face. Dom had his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he moved his lubed fingers inside Brian's ass.

"I can't wait …"

He added a third finger.

"…much longer…"

He stroked Brian internally.

"…to…"

He curled his fingers and found Brian's prostrate. Brian bucked and moaned.

"…take you."

Dom pulled his fingers out and slid his cock into the tight channel they had just vacated.

Brian cried out, "Dominic!" as Dom pressed home.

He tightened his jaw, curled his back, bent his neck toward his chest, and strained to pull his knees up higher, tighter.

Dom began to move in and out of the taut body.

Brian moaned in pleasure every time his lover drove deep. His breath hissed through his teeth every time Dom pulled back.

He tried to remain silent. He knew they could be heard.

Dominic plunged deep and stilled.

"Dom?" Brian sobbed.

"Move for me," his lover urged.

Brian loosened the hold he had on his legs and rocked his body experimentally. He was rewarded when Dom growled in pleasure. Encouraged, he rocked again.

Dom grabbed at Brian's thighs, spreading them farther apart and drove in and out of the rocking, twisting, and moaning body.

Brian couldn't help it; he cried out again and again as Dom plunged into him.

Two strong men, their bodies locked together, sought and found their pleasure.

Dom came first -- with a deep, low, rumble of pleasure he stiffened over Brian and emptied within him.

A moment later he withdrew, causing Brian to moan again in both pain and frustration.

Dom let his body relax on top of the man beneath him. "Give me a minute, Bri," he whispered softly and panted, "and I'll take care of you."

"Holy shit, Toretto!" came a call from elsewhere within the cellblock. "Next time shove it in his mouth. I'm trying to get some sleep here!"

Brian's erection shriveled as mortification once again flooded him. He hid his face behind his hands as Dom chuckled in amusement on top of him.

Other voices joined in. "Or else gag'm!" Laughter, hoots, catcalls, and more advice on how to keep the ex-cop quiet followed.

"Don't worry about it," Dom growled as he levered himself up. "Most of them think it's funny, and fitting, that I can make you howl with pleasure when I'm … screwing you."

Brian lay still as Dom crawled off him. The big man moved through the shadows to the small sink and Brian could hear the water running. Soon Dom was back at his side.

"Get up, Bri." A strong hand circled his upper arm and tugged him up and off the lower bunk. Brian sought out the rail of the upper rack for balance as he felt a warm wash cloth being rubbed over his lower body. He stood still, shivering slightly as Dom pulled the soiled sheets off the mattress and replaced them with the cleaner sheets from the upper bunk.

With his housekeeping done, Dom crawled into the lower bunk. "Come here," he ordered from where he lay on his side with his broad back pressed against the concrete block wall.

Brian obeyed without question and slid in beside the man he loved.

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