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Prison is tough, but during the nights, it’s relatively calm. The guards are patrolling and there’s the occasional shuffle or snore from someone nearby. Most people are asleep, most. Fit can’t seem to get to sleep after spending his first day in prison. He lays in bed and stares at the ceiling. He thinks about all that’s happened today. He thinks about his beautiful baby boy. And he thinks about Pac. He thinks about how Pac is faring with being in prison. He knows about Pac’s past and PTSD with prison. Fit begins to wonder if his Brazilian boyfriend is doing ok and gets the strong urge to check on him.
He stands up and walks to the bars, poking his arms through so they’re hanging out the sides. He waits for a little bit until he notices a guard coming his way.
“Oi!” Fit says as quietly as he can to not wake anyone else. The guard stops and stares.
“Could I get some water here? I’m pretty parched.” ‘Maybe the guard will let me out so I can check on Pac’ Fit thinks to himself. The guard stands there and shakes his head.
“HUH?! What do you mean no? I’m dying of dehydration and you’re not going to give me water? This is how you treat your prisoners? I can’t believe you. I can’t fucking believe you.” Fit crosses his arms and shakes his head disappointingly. Fit comes up with another idea in case this one doesn’t work. The guard starts writing in a book then hands it through the bars.
“You have water”
“No I don’t. Why would I be asking for water if I had water!?” The guard pulls out his gun and Fit backs up with his hands raised.
“Woah woah take it easy there pal.” The guard starts pointing to the sink Fit has. Fit picks up on it after a couple seconds.
“You want me to drink from the sink?” The guard nods. “Fuck no man! You know how disgusting prisons sinks are. I’m not drinking that shit hell nah.” The guard starts writing in another book. Fit walks forward and takes it.
“Then no water. Wait till morning.”
“This is a really shit prison you’re running if you’re making me wait til morning to get water. My toilet doesn’t even fucking work. I’ve been needing to shit for so long now and I can’t because the toilet is broken.” ‘Please come in and check…….’
The guard has a confused expression on his blank face.
“If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself!” Fit leans against the door frame and looks at the guard through the bars. The guard nods and opens the door to investigate. Fit takes his moment and bolts out the door before the guard has anytime to react. He runs to Pac’s cell and sees him not so soundly asleep. The guard catches up and tases him.
“Ow! Shit!” The guard shakes his head. “I just wanna check on him. I’m not trying to escape this time. I just wanna check on Pac.” The guard looks between him and Pac, and after a long moment, nods.
Fit perks up a bit and enters Pac cell. He sits in the chair next to the bed. He sees Pac asleep, with his face creased as his having a nightmare. Fit runs a gentle thumb across Pac’s forehead to try and ease his frown. He starts to run his finger through his boyfriend’s hair. He sees Pac’s face ease up slightly. It almost seems like he melts into the touch in his sleep. Unfortunately a bit too much as it accidentally wakes up Pac.
Pac opens his eyes a little bit and Fit instantly removes his hand from Pac’s hair. He looks up and rubs his eyes. “Fitch? O que? What are you doing here?” Pac asks as his rest himself up on one elbow.
“I wanted to check on you. I remembered how you are with prisons and I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” Fit smiles and places his left hand on top of Pac’s. Pac smiles.
“Thanks Fit. I really appreciate that. I’ve been doing fine. I have you and Mike and Richarlyson. And this prison is better than the other prisons I’ve been in. But, how did you get in here?”
“I tricked a guard into opening my cell door and bolted here.” Fit laughs at the end which makes Pac laugh a little.
“That’s smart Fit.” The room grows silent. Pac really appreciates that Fit was so worried about him, it makes his heart flutter and stomach twist. Fit leans back and admires Pac a little bit. His hair is all ruffled and smushed from sleeping on it. He has a cute tired look on his face.
The sound of the door opening cuts through the comfortable silence. A guard walks up to Fit with taser pointed and points to the door.
“Please, follow me.”
Fit instantly gets angry and almost goes off on the guard when a touch on his arm stops him.
“He not harming me guard. He’s not trouble. He can stay.” Pac says as he’s now sat up in bed. The guard just looks at them.
“No. Please, return to your cell.”
Fit’s turn to argue back. “Cmon man. I just want to check on my boyfriend and make sure he’s alright. And I’m pretty sure lots of people switched cells tonight anyways. You have no right to tell me what to do.”
The guard stops for a moment. “No.” He starts writing in a book and giving it to Fit. “You can stay”
The guard then turns around and leaves the room, not before dropping a water bottle on Fit. This makes the American laugh.
“Huh? Why are you laughing at water?” Pac asks confusedly. “I was asking for water earlier as a way to get out of my cell. One of the guards said no, but I guess he decided to be nice.” Fit places it in the barrel for Pac to use later; he doesn’t actually need water.
“Oh ok. Where are you gonna sleep Fit? Since you’re staying with me it seems.”
“I can sleep in this chair. It’s pretty comfy and I’ve slept in worse places than a comfy plush chair.” Fit sinks into the chair for emphasis.
“Won’t you be cold? You can sleep with me if you want. There’s plenty of room.” Pac offers innocently and lifts up his blanket for Fit. Fit’s face instantly flushes.
“Woah take it easy Pac I- Well- You wouldn’t want me next to you anyways. I’m a walking fucking heater. I’d overheat you and me within 5 minutes.” Fit says as the fights the blush back down.
“Nonsense Fit, I like your heat. I’m cold so it would be nice.” Pac smile and offers a spot still.
“I couldn’t Pac. It’s your bed and I don’t think there’s enough room for both of us.” Just then, the door open again and a guard walks in. He hits Fit out of the chair, breaks the chair, places a bed next to Pac’s, places the chair back next to the beds, then leaves. Fit and Pac just stare the entire time.
“Well I guess that solves that problem.” Fit says, still processing everything that just happened.
“Yeah it did. Come sleep Fit, I’m tired.” Pac pets the bed as he yawns and lays back down.
“Well I- I don’t-“ Fit sighs as he accepts that there’s not getting out of it now. “Ok fine.” He slowly and awkwardly climbs into the bed next to Pac. He lays on his back and doesn’t seem to fight the blush on his face.
Pac slowly reach an arm under the covers and touches Fit’s arm with his fingers. It’s a reassuring touch.
“Relax Fit. I don’t kick in my sleep.” Pac saying, trying to lighten the nervous and slightly awkward energy coming from Fit. It helps a little bit as Fit seems to relax just a tiny bit.
“I’ve just…. never slept in the same bed as anyone before.” Fit embarrassingly admits.
“It’s ok Fit. You don’t need to do anything. You are already doing great. Just relax and sleep.” Pac, with not much thought, snuggles up next to Fit, getting as close as he can without moving any part of Fit. Fit tenses up for a second then remembers that they are literally dating and he’s taking it too seriously. He wraps his arm around Pac and Pac takes his moment to move himself. He rests his head on Fit’s shoulder and his hands curled up on Fit’s chest.
Fit relaxes and closes his eyes. He’s happy. He has his boyfriend by his side, his baby boy safe in a cell, he’s safe; at least until tomorrow. But for now, he lets himself drift off to sleep to the sound of Pac’s breathing.
And if people said anything about it tomorrow, he hit them.