** HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY from the SB TEAM!!!

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"S-sorry about that, Momma. " Tim looked at his feet, embarrassed. 

"She was a real bitch, though." Emily comments. They all chuckled at this. 

"There's nothing to be sorry about, baby. That woman was being rude. If Adam hadn't been able to stop her the second time, I would've stepped up and given her a piece of my mind. She's not even that pretty." Dena huffs. 

"Oh my god, Mom!" Emily's eyes widened at her mother's statement. 

"What? If she was pretty enough maybe her husband wouldn't have slept with all those prisoners." Dena states. Tim cleared his throat and quickly changed the topic.

"If we can work a schedule where everyone's available, we can ask the Governor for a permission to get married right away. " Tim starts as he sat back down beside Adam. 

"We? Who else is coming?" Emily asks. 

"The Governor himself, our friends, you guys and... Adam's brother." Tim nervously looks around at Adam. They shared a worried glance as they waited for the women's' response.

"Is this the same brother who slept with your husband?" Dena asks Adam carefully. 

"Yes, ma'am. They've broken up since and I've patched things up with my brother. If you won't be comfortable with him, after that...uh...event...I can cancel it on his next visit." Adam quietly replied as he fumbled with his fingers. Dena reached across the table and comfortingly squeezed his hand. "You don't have to. I'm glad that patched it up." She smiles.

"About your wedding, what did the new Warden say about your outfits?" Emily asks to lighten the mood. 

"We want to wear something other than this." Tim chuckles and points at their denim blue prison shirts. "Maybe, even dress shirts and slacks will do." 

The small woman nods. "Are we allowed to bring in food for a small celebration?" Emily inquires further to the couple. 

"I guess so." Adam replied with a shrug. They carried on an idle conversation when Adam noticed that Tim's mood had shifted. He had become quiet and occupied with his thoughts. His eyes were in between regretful and angry. Adam didn't think much of it even when they were walking back to their cell.

Tim speed-walked to their bunk, leaving Adam behind in front of Avi's cell. 

"Hey." He calls out softly, walking towards their bed. Tim had his back to him. "What's wrong?" Don't let that bitch get to you." Adam leaned down to kiss his fiancé's cheek but Tim turned away, rather roughly. 

"I think I need to be alone, please." He says without even looking at Adam. 

The blond was surprised, tears filled his eyes. "If it's about Chris..." 

"It's not. Just go. Please, Adam." Tim finally looked up, seemingly irritated, but once he caught a glimpse of Adam's eyes filled with tears, he softened up.

"I-I want to be alone for a while, Adam. I'm sorry for going off on you when all you wanted to do is help me." A tear had escaped from his eye. 

Adam reached up to wipe it. "What's wrong? Please at least tell me what's wrong." 

Tim couldn't hold his tears back anymore. Adam pulled his lover's head towards his chest comfortingly. 

"I...I just can't believe it, Adam. T-ten years ago, I wasn't here. This, this happened. I killed him. I can still remember his surprise when I pulled the trigger." Tim told his chilling story in between heavy sobs. 

Adam only listened intently. He felt a hint of jealousy towards Matt, but this is not the time to entertain such thoughts. "Do you...still want me to go?" Adam asks softly.

Tim looked up, staring into Adam's eyes with his misty ones. "Can you just hold me until I fall asleep?" He whispers with begging eyes. 

Adam kissed the tip of his nose. His warm and assuring smile reflected off of Tim's teary eyes. "Are you crazy? I will hold you forever." Tim tightened his embrace, having found his peace again. "Do you miss him?" 

The brunet was taken aback by Adam's sudden inquiry. He raised up, wiping his eyes. "No, I don't. Why would I miss him? He was a whore." 

Adam sighed. "Well, the way you said..." He trailed off, not wanting to start a fight with his lover.

Tim grabbed Adam's face with both hands and repositioned himself to lay on top of him. Within a heartbeat their lips were latched against each other, moving harmoniously to a rhythm that they had memorized from the very first time their lips met. The blond groaned into the kiss, his hands already pulling at his fiancé's trousers. Tim scooted a bit further down to align his crotch against Adam's. Then, he started moving, grinding their erect staff together. Tim eventually pulled away from the kiss, he had stopped moving and was now staring back into Adam's eyes.

"Why'd you stop, baby?" Adam whispers. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, Adam. I love you, and I have you, that's all I need right now." He whispers back, lovingly tucking Adam's hair behind his ear. 

" I love you too." Before they knew it, their eyes were misty with tears. Tim pulled his lover into a bone crushing hug as he whispers sweet nothings to the man that he loves. "Just last year, I regretted everything that I've ever done, the reason why I'm here. Now, I thank God because that's the best thing that has happened to me, baby."

"Besides great sex, what else do you love about me?" Adam smirks, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I love your butt. I love your eyes, I love your body. I love how you make we weak in the knees and I just really love you. I love you, Adam Foust." He smiles. 

Adam giggled and kissed his boyfriend softly. "You're so cheesy." They laid together on their cot, where they continued on with kissing and caressing each other until they fell asleep.

"Hey, hey, Blondie!"

"Ayyy, gorgeous!"

"Come here! Let's hang out!"

"Wanna have some fun, Blue Eyes?"

Tim opened his eyes in surprise and anger. He just doesn't get why these people were being rude towards Adam again. He carefully detached himself from his sleeping lover. He was ready to give these damn people a piece of his mind.

Only to find out that he was wrong.

They were actually catcalling another blond, blue-eyed prisoner, with spiky hair and multiple tattoos. Chance and Rob were escorting him through the crowd which means, he's new meat, he had just arrived. However, there was something wrong with the whole situation.  Chance, unlike his normal friendly demeanor, looked very strict and uptight, while Avi, the nosiest prisoner in Texas stayed inside his room with his back to the door. He felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind. "So, we have a newcomer?" Adam says, his voice still a bit hoarse from his nap.

"Yeah, I figured." He replies as he turned around to give Adam a kiss. "You have any idea who he is?" Adam asks. Tim only shook his head. "Alright, let's just ask the guards later. " He smiles. They watched as the new prisoner walked inside 296B, the last single cell in Cell Block B. 

"Hey, Chance. We have a newbie?" Tim calls out to the guard as he walked by. Chance didn't smile or even nod. He looked agitated for some reason. 

"Yeah. Moved from A. Drug dealer with rape two counts of rape and two assaults. He finally admitted to the murder to his cellmate." Chance replied plainly as he stared at Avi's cell. The couple looked at each other, still confused with their friend's behavior.

"Yeah, but, who is he?" Adam asks. 

Chance exhaled irritably. "Scott Hoying." 

That's when it all clicked. That guy is no other than Avi's ex-husband. 

"Are you okay, buddy?" Tim asks him. 

Chance opened their cell door and walked in, motioning both towards the bed. "Listen guys. Avi didn't tell you the whole story. The things that made him land in here, he did against his wishes. He was a smart senior student, but he fell in love with a sophomore quarterback student. He was extremely manipulative. Even if he didn't want to do those things, Avi just couldn't find it in his guts to say no to him. What I want you guys to do is, please, please watch over Avi very carefully. Lord knows what he's gonna try with my angel. Make sure they never get the chance to be alone. Can I trust you on this one?" Chance whispers, his eyes full of worry. 

"Of course, Chance. I will see to it everyday. I can promise you that." Adam offers him a comforting smile. 

"Let's just say, we will make sure that he knows our name by the end of this day." Tim smirks.

 Chance smiled. "Thank you. You do that for me, and I MIGHT just find a perfect honeymoon spot for you guys." He winks. 

"Can we tell the others too?" Adam asks him. Chance thought for a moment before he chuckled and nodded his head.

"Yep. Samuel will be a good help, and Hunter will probably annoy the fuck out of him, so yes, tell them. Except for Avi. NEVER tell Avi." Chance answers.

Chance bid his friends goodbye before moving to the next cell...

Yann 🖤

Chami is real, so suck it bitches

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