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Pac is sick and tired of Mariana's sorry ass, finally waking up to join them again. Of course, it's in prison where he has to see him whether he likes it or not. He just finds it's very convenient that it's right when he and Fit became official that Mariana shows up to flirt with his man.
Not that he doesn't get it -- Fit is undeniably attractive, and Pac also wants to jump his bones every second he gets. In fact, it's a little fucked up that he didn't get put in a cell with a double bed like Mariana did with his husband.
So really who does Mariana think he is coming in here to flirt with a taken man when he's literally married?! It pisses Pac off to no end, and Bagi keeps shooting him sympathetic looks as he watches Fit interact with Mariana. She wouldn't even get it; her girlfriend has only ever been hers.
That's why when it finally transitions to lights out, Pac lurks in the shadows of Fit's cell where the guards won't catch him. This isn't his first time in prison, nor is it his first time sneaking into another inmate's cell.
As Pac waits for Fit to come back, he realizes he sees Mariana idling outside the bars of the cell. Pac desperately wants to confront him, but he would only embarrass himself. He knows that much.
Instead, he waits for Fit to show up and greet Mariana in surprise.
"Oh, hey, man, I thought you'd be back in your cell by now!" Fit says cheerfully, and Pac grumbles at his boyfriend's incessant need to be friendly with the man.
"Oh, I thought maybe we could spend some more time together," Mariana says suggestively, and Pac has to dig his nails into his palms not to say anything.
"Don't you have Slime?" Fit replies, laughing awkwardly. Pac feels a surge of relief at Fit's clear dismissal of Mariana. He didn't doubt him, but Mariana is hot. Any man would want to be propositioned by him.
Mariana's response is muffled as a guard comes by to break up the conversation with a nightstick, and Fit edges out of the way.
The bars of the cell clang shut as the guard presses the button outside, and Fit stumbles his way to his bed in the faint light.
Pac sees this as his opportunity to come out of hiding, and he hops up on the other side of the bed.
"Holy shit, Pac?!" Fit exclaims, and Pac goes to cover his mouth with his hand. The guards couldn't have gone that far, and he doesn't need Fit blowing their cover.
"Hi, Fit," Pac beams, and the tensing in Fit's body relaxes. Pac removes his hand with a kiss to Fit's cheek and revels in the way even that makes his boyfriend blush.
"You scared the hell out of me," Fit mutters as he kicks his boots off.
"Sorry, querido, I couldn't let them kick me out," Pac explains as he also toes off his shoes.
"How did you even get in here without anyone noticing?" Fit asks, turning back towards Pac.
"Let's just say prison is like a second home to me," Pac replies cryptically, and Fit flinches as he remembers Pac's past.
"I missed you," Pac continues as he crawls into Fit's lap. It's one of his favorite places to be.
Pac wishes he weren't so shameless sometimes, but tonight is not the night to change that. He grinds himself against Fit's thigh and groans at the way the jumpsuit feels on him. It's somewhat pleasurable, but it sort of reminds him of things he'd rather not explore right now.
It's easier to peel himself out of the jumpsuit as quickly as possible -- being just in a white tank top and boxers is much more neutral.
"You're killing me," Fit breathes into the darkness, and Pac grins. Hearing the wrecked note in Fit's voice really does something for him.
"I would say lock me up for murder, but it seems they already caught me," Pac quips, and Fit snorts.
"Stop killing the mood," Fit retorts, and Pac pouts. He finds himself quite funny, personally.
Pac resumes his slow grind against Fit, and Fit places a steadying hand against his hip.
"You're soaked -- how long have you been thinking about this?" Fit asks as he stills Pac's movement.
"At least since lunch?" Pac shrugs, and Fit takes a sharp breath. Pac always forgets how inexperienced his boyfriend is. Pac is basically all his firsts, and he's sure that Fit has never had someone lust after him so openly.
"Now let me move," Pac leans into the pathetic role, hoping his big brown eyes will sway Fit.
"Think you can get off just doing this?" Fit asks, and it's Pac's turn to sound broken.
"No, want you," Pac knows he sounds desperate, but he feels the irrational need to be claimed by Fit. He needs to know that Fit is only his.
"We don't have a condom, Pac," Fit warns, and Pac leans his head against Fit's shoulder.
"Don't care -- just pull out," Pac waves off his concern, and Fit sighs.
"Mike already hates my ass, babe, the last thing I need to do is knock you up," Fit deadpans.
"You won't! My cycle just ended like two days ago," Pac informs Fit like he's reporting on an experiment he ran rather than calculating pregnancy odds.
"Além disso, se eu engravidar, Mariana não poderá ter você," Pac mutters under his breath, too low for the translator to pick up.
Fit looks at him suspiciously, but he lets his fingers graze against the skin at the waistband of Pac's boxers.
Admittedly, Pac gets a little impatient as he starts pulling off his shirt and tries to speed up the process of getting naked.
"Too many clothes," Pac fumbles for the snap closures on Fit's jumpsuit and relishes in the way it exposes more skin.
"Slow down," Fit sounds more amused than anything, and Pac doesn't listen.
Soon, they're both equally unclothed, and Pac is reaching for Fit's dick. He thumbs at the sensitive head and smiles to himself when Fit twitches in his grasp.
"Do you need-?" Fit flushes, and Pac finds it endearing that Fit still can't make himself talk about fingering Pac. He's not been with someone so shy in the bedroom in a long time.
"No, I'm wet enough, promise," Pac gives one final stroke to Fit's cock, and he settles down into Fit's lap again.
Fit presses against Pac's entrance, and Pac sucks air through his teeth. Fit is always a little bigger than he can handle without prep, but he doesn't care. It was more important to feel full.
Fit must see the wince on Pac's face, because he stops pushing in. Pac knows he can go further, and he needs him to continue like immediately.
"Pac, are you sure you're okay?" Fit whispers, and Pac nods fervently.
"I'll adjust, keep going," Pac urges as he wraps his legs around Fit's back. The movement is enough to propel Fit forward, and finally, Pac is full.
Fit is his, and his alone. Fit would never fuck anyone else without a condom, and he's sure of it.
Pac tells Fit he can start moving, but Fit, being the gentleman he is, insists on reaching down to Pac's dick and rubbing in circular motions that get Pac even wetter.
It does make the slide a bit smoother when Fit pulls back, and Pac appreciates how considerate Fit is.
The pace is slow and steady, both of them aware of the silence in the prison. Every time Fit slides home, Pac has to bite his lip to avoid moaning like a whore.
It doesn't help when Fit brushes the pads of his fingers against Pac's chest. He's always been extra sensitive there, and Fit knows it.
Pac lets a small whimper escape, and it's Fit's turn to cover his mouth. The combination of Fit rocking into him and tracing his scars is enough to push him over the edge unexpectedly.
Pac feels himself clench around Fit, and Fit speeds up in the last few thrusts.
When Fit looks like he's about to pull out, Pac digs his heels into Fit's back.
"In me," Pac pleads, and Fit shakes his head.
"Our baby is not getting conceived in a fucking prison, Pac," Fit responds as he gently pushes Pac off of him.
Fit covers his fist in cum shortly after pulling out, and Pac wishes it were inside him. He also might need to explore the feeling "our baby" gave him after he gets out of his post-orgasmic haze.
Fit uses his undershirt to wipe his hand off, and Pac finds the idea of Fit being shirtless under his jumpsuit very appealing.
"Hey, Pac, I love you, alright?" Fit seemingly says out of nowhere. Pac jolts at the easy admission. It's not the first time they've said the L word, but it's still few and far between.
"Eu também te amo," Pac says softly in return, and it's then he realizes he was never losing Fit in the first place.
They're forever, and always will be.