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Baba couldn’t sleep well for the past few nights. He missed Saejima dearly. Though he was happy for Saejima’s release from prison, the cell felt lonelier without him.
With nothing to hold on to but memories and the promise of seeing each other on the other side, the emptiness of the space Saejima used to occupy was just amplified.
Usually at night, after the security guards finished their scheduled patrols, they would move their futons beside each other to cuddle. When they had more energy, they would exercise together, as stealthily as they could manage in the small space of their cell. Their nightly exercises included massaging, groping, kissing, stroking, and cuddling to name a few.
Thinking of their wandering hands on each other awakened Baba’s desires for Saejima. But he had been repressing his sexual urges because his heart ached with how he longed for him. He could feel his dick stir, and his body tingle all over, then this pain would sting from his chest, and all he could do was hold himself still. Sometimes, he would cry. Sometimes, it helped.
It had been a week with no Saejima and no sensual touches.
Baba told himself that he’d been through worse than this. He wondered what Saejima was doing right now. Was he thinking of him? What was it like where he was? He didn’t expect him to write him anything, but…
“Mail.”
The soulless sounding security guard slipped a single letter in the small space for the cellmates to receive their mail.
Himura excitedly checks who the letter is for and visibly deflates when he sees it’s not for him.
“It’s yours, Baba.”
Baba looks up from where he’s seated and makes a move to check the letter.
“Who’s it from?” Oshima asks.
“Saejima.”
The sound of his name on Baba’s lips was such a sweet whisper that Himura and Oshima gave each other a knowing look before going back to what they were doing before the mail came.
Baba stared at the letter for a while. He could feel his heart beating faster. He looked between Himura and Oshima who had gone back to their corners, minding their own business. He felt grateful that they respected his privacy.
Maybe their nightly exercises hadn’t been as stealthy as Baba thought.
Baba went back into his own corner, reading the letter in his personal corner.
“Baba-chan, I miss ya. Sleepin’ without ya has been difficult. I miss yer hands on me. And I miss holdin’ ya. It feels selfish of me to say, but I hope ya think of me. Touch yerself for me. I’ll be waitin’ for ya when ya get released. Hope our reunion will be as sweet as the last time we both reached our sweet release together.”
Baba could feel tears threatening to fall from his eyes, but he stayed strong. He imagined ants carrying him away to live in their colony with how sweet Saejima’s words were. Maybe eventually, when he got out, he’d have to find a dentist to have his teeth checked for cavities.
Taking a pen and paper, he started drafting a reply.
“Saejima-no-aniki, I miss you too.”
That was all he could manage to write. How graphic would he allow himself to be in writing? He wasn’t so sure himself. Saejima managed so he could too. Eventually, perhaps. He wondered how he looked like to his cellmates, self-consciousness creeping up on him. He wondered if he wrote everything he wanted to, would anyone find out? What would it look like to the person in charge of the mail?
In his analysis paralysis, bedtime arrived, so he was forced to put this off at a later time.
The cellmates arranged their beddings and turned off the lights after saying their good nights.
Bundled up in the warmth of his futon, Baba did think of Saejima. He still missed him. The pain of missing him was still felt in his chest. But the words in his letter echoed in his mind.
‘Touch yerself for me.’
He imagined Saejima’s hands roaming all over his body, his labored breathing on his neck and ears. He could feel the ghost of his touch during the last time they did it.
He imagined Saejima touching himself with the same thoughts he was having right now.
Baba snaked his left hand under his shirt, reaching for his nipple to pinch on it lightly, just like Saejima does it. His touch was gentle but firm. Baba's hands had a different texture from Saejima’s but this is what Saejima asked of him and he was going to make good on his word.
Under the covers, Baba freed his cock from the confines of his pants, giving himself some slow languid strokes trying to be really quiet.
He could hear shuffling from his cellmates, so he stopped for a bit. When the shuffling stopped, he resumed his furtive solo hand exercise.
His stream of thoughts had broken for a bit by the consciousness of his current situation. Baba could feel the shame for his actions sneak up on him. But at the same time, he wanted to please Saejima. He wanted to write him back with honest words and the yearning he felt so deeply.
Baba willed his mind back to thoughts of Saejima in prison with him. He remembered watching his sexy ass jiggle when it was time to exercise in the yard. He thought of how full and firm his butt felt when he had groped it for the first time. He recalled how Saejima sounded whenever they would do this together, especially the way he spoke his name like he was precious. Then he imagined them in a new apartment, making love to their heart’s content — no confines of prison, no cellmates to be wary of, no forced routine to be unhappy about. As Baba rode Saejima in his fantasies, he rode the waves of his orgasm as he stroked himself to completion.
He controlled his breathing so it didn’t sound so irregular and suspicious, but he could feel his heartbeat giving it away. He broke a sweat midway during his exercise and could feel the sticky result of his movements in his pants.
He thought of the words he would use to tell Saejima about this and looked forward to their next sweet release.
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