Two Days

Two Days
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written on a whim a few years ago. Enjoy.

The metal bracelets encircling his wrists cut into his mahogany skin and he groaned. He had been wearing these handcuffs for hours now, and quite frankly, they were too tight and they hurt. He wondered when he could get home to his boyfriend, who was probably worried sick about him.

"What did I do again?" he asked the officers from the back seat of the car.

"You defyed orders from an officer. That's enough to put you in the slammer for a few days."

A few days?! He did not have a few days. He did not have his AZT, and without that, he would surely die from the plague known as AIDS.

"Officer, with all due respect I didn't mean to..."

The officer held his gloved finger to his lips. "Hush. When we get to the station you can call someone to pay your bail."

Bail? Of course. Freedom always came with a price.

"How much is the bail?" he asked politely, but the officer snapped at him. "Quiet. You've asked enough questions."

When the car arrived at the station, the officers pulled the man out of the car by his shoulder and pushed him inside.

"Well, what do we have here...." the officer sitting behind the desk questioned.

"This one defyed orders. You have a cell prepared?"

The female behind the desk smirked. "Of course. These's always one open. Come."

She took a hold of the captured man now by his arm and pulled him along. The man's brown eyes wandered from side to side as he was pulled down the rows of cells. The jailmates looked like hungry wolves who wanted to eat him alive. This was not the man's first time in a jail. Being an anarchist, he was sworn to defy whatever he did not want to happen. The female shoved him into the dark cell that was in the corner of the row. All he could see was the empty cell across from him that looked so unwelcoming. The female pointed to a phone against the wall.

"You get one call. Only one, so use it wisely. You have five minutes starting now."

The man grabbed for the phone and dialed the most familiar number to him.

"Hello?" a soft voice answered.

"Angel," the man said, almost in tears.

"Collins, is that you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Collins said, letting the tears fall.

"Where are you? I've been worried sick about you!" Angel said, almost scolding.

"I'm sorry, baby. Listen, I've been taken to the police station."

"Three minutes!" the female announced snappily.

"Listen, baby. Can you come and pay my bail so I can get out of here?"

"How much is bail?" the other man asked.

Collins looked to the officer who was standing rigid with her arms crossed. "How much is the bail, ma'am?"

"250 dollars," she replied, "and you have two minutes left."

"250 dollars," he told his boyfriend.

"Honey, I don't have that kind of money right now."

Collins almost collapsed on the bed. "Are you serious? Oh, Angel baby..."

"One minute!" the sharp voice said.

"Listen, come see me tonight and bring me my AZT. I only have to stay in here two days."

"Gladly, it's the least I can do...." Angel felt awful now.

"Ten seconds!"

"All right, I'll see you in a few hours, all right?"

"All right, Collins, I love y-"

The phone cut his boyfriend off and Collins hung it up. "My girlfriend cannot pay the bail right now, but she is coming by to drop off my AZT."

The officer nodded and took a note. "All right, we'll have her drop it off with us."

Collins sat on the bed before saying to the officer, "Is it okay if she comes back to see me for about 20 minutes? I won't get to see her for two days, after all."

The officer frowned but nodded. "All right, twenty minutes. As long as she consents to being searched."

And with that, the officer walked back to the front, leaving the dark skinned man to listen to the howls of the other people in this place.

True to his word, Angel arrived at the police station in two hours, AZT bottle in hand. He walked up to the desk, and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, I am here to see Thomas Collins."

The female officer eyed him and nodded. "All right, ma'am. Come with me."

Angel followed the woman who led him over to a couple of burly looking men. "All right boys, search her."

Before Angel knew it, he was being patted down with their huge hands and being prodded by their clubs.

"She's all clear," one of the men said and the officer nodded to Angel. "This way."

The young drag queen followed the officer closely, looking nervously at the other people behind the bars. He received many wolf whistles and cat calls as he passed by them. "Hey there, pretty girl," he heard one man growl out.

Angel ignored them, and was almost relieved to see his Collins hunched over in the cell, sitting on the bed.

"I'm giving you twenty minutes," she said as she unlocked the cell door.

Angel walked in and the door was slammed shut. The officer retreated, and Angel immediately flew into Collins' arms.

"Hey, there's my Angel girl..." Collins said, kissing the drag queen affectionately.

Angel had tears streaming down his cheeks to mix with his makeup. "I was so scared..." he moaned, and Collins rocked him tenderly.

"Shhh..." the older man soothed, rubbing the Latino's back. "I'm here."

They stayed together like this for a moment before Angel felt something poking him in the ass. The tears disappeared from his eyes fast and replaced with an evil smirk. "Baby, is there anything else you need from me before I leave?"

Collins growled at his tone of voice and brushed his boyfriend's skirt to the side. " I need you. Lord knows, I won't have you for two days. I'll go crazy..."

Angel shushed him and kissed him hard, before pushing him down on the small cot they called a bed.

"How much time do we have left?" Angel asked breathlessly, taking his sweater off in a heated rush.

The two of them were both breathing hard now as Angel strattled him and moved up and down teasingly.

"We have fifteen minutes..." Collins replied, pulling his own shirt up to his chest to reveal his stomach and unbutton his jeans. His cock sprung free and Angel cried out his lover's name feeling it poke into him. He pushed his skirt up and lowered his tights. "Shit Ang, we don't have lube."

Angel was so ready for him he spit on the palm of his hand and rubbed it up and down Collins' shaft. "Fuck me. Now," he demanded, and the anarchist complied, jolting his hips upward to be sheathed inside the drag queen.

Angel tried to scream but Collins covered his mouth before moving in and out of the younger man in rapid motion. Angel's erection was moved against Collins' well toned stomach and he groaned obscenities. "Fuck Tom. Holy fuck...you're so huge..."

Collins moved faster against him, his massive hands slamming Angel's hips to his. The inmates around his cell listened to their lovemaking curiously, as they could not see anything.

"I love it when you beg for me. Beg for it, my horny girl. Take it like the whore you are!" Collins said in a harsh whisper only Angel could here.

"Tom, I'm....oh god..." He took a sharp breath and spilled his seed all over Collins' stomach.

The anarchist felt the muscles constrict around his cock and he slammed Angel upon him one more time before feeling the seed fill his boyfriend. The two caught their breath, and taking Collins' washcloth, cleaned themselves up and dressed themselves before the officer came to fetch Angel.

"All right, time's up," she said, opening the door for Angel. Angel left and the door was slammed again. Taking one last glance at Collins, Angel walked off, walking a bit funny.

"That's it. I'm getting Tom to keep lotion with him or something," Angel whispered to himself.