Kevin.

Adam crawled onto my lap with a cheeky smirk on his face and pure desire in his eyes. His blonde hair hung loosely over his shoulders, framing his face in the process and creating an irresistible beauty I couldn't tear my eyes from. Well, I didn't want to look away, but I leaned back slightly to have more of his body touch mine. 

It was one of those rare moments when we were alone in one of the cells that we could freely act like this and I wanted to show Adam how much I loved him without using the actual words.

A lot of time had passed since Mitch got raped and since Adam and I first started this... thing. It wasn't yet a real relationship, although, I desperately wanted it to be one. Every now and then, when we had the privacy, Adam would give himself to me, but other than that we did very few couple like things. Of course, we shared kisses and more but I always felt like something was missing.

And although I had Adam, although he was currently trying his best to seduce me, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the offer Mr. Paul had made. Maybe, I thought, maybe he would offer the same to Adam if I asked him. Weirdly enough, I had that exact same thought a lot of times already, which was ultimately the reason I went to that Summers guard and asked him to get me an appointment with Paul.

I could feel someone's, Adam's, soft lips on mine and was brought back to reality by the gentle, yet passionate kiss and on instinct, I wrapped my arms around his slender frame and let my hands wander over every bit of Adam's body I could reach until they settled on his ass. He let out an almost inaudible moan that only made me want him more and erased every thought of leaving from my brain. Blindly, he worked the zipper of his jumpsuit open and freed his upper body from the fabric, just to shiver because of the cold air and press his chest closer to mine.

When someone opened the door to the cell, Adam's hand had just slipped in my underwear and the groan I let out was a mix of pleasure and annoyance. Whining, Adam slumped on top of me, gave me one last kiss and rolled over just to give the intruder a very good idea of what he had just interrupted.

"And I always wondered why Kirstie was complaining about the medical lube getting nicked," Summers snickered, completely unphased by the scene in front of him, but when he leaned against the door with crossed his arms, he tilted his head and stared at us with an unreadable expression. I was tempted to tell him off, but I thought of one of the rules I had learned on my first day here and remembered the way Summers had single-handedly stopped a brawl, yes, Scott was right, I shouldn't pick a fight with Summers, no matter how hard he seemed to beg for one.

"Geez, I hate to interrupt your guys play with Mr. Palm, his five sons and Uranus, but you wanted an appointment with Mr. Paul, Olusola, so better get going now," Summers scoffed, lifted an eyebrow and waited for me to stand up. Two pairs of eyes were focused on me. Adam looked about as confused as Summers was bored, but he stood up with me and although, he didn't kiss or touch me, I knew he wanted to give me some sort of affection as a goodbye. But he just stood there, uncertain what he should do and only after Summers started to fake snore did Adam finally decide to just let me pass.

"No idea what you want with Mr. Paul, but I'm pretty sure you're just wasting your time," Summers tried while we walked down an unfamiliar corridor and when we stopped in front of a door that read: 'CALEB PAUL', Summers just smirked. "My hamster has more motivation to exist outside of his bed than our bossman here."

Summers opened the door for me when I didn't reply to him and closed it again once I had entered the office. Paul's room was extremely tidy and the walls were just a bit too bright for my comfort, but there in the middle of the room, behind a white desk sat a man, who might as well have been homeless, staining the room like dirt.

Carefully I approached the man and wondered what had happened to the Paul I knew, the one with the fluffy hair and the charming smile. Whoever that guy was, was the polar opposite of who I had expected. He was  unshaven, his hair was a dirty mess and he hadn't even bothered to remove his jacket since arriving. 

The man, not-Paul, looked up at me with mismatched eyes and in one swift motion he had his legs on the table and I could see he was still wearing his pajamas pants. He lifted one eyebrow and I was tempted to shout for Summers that a stranger had found his way in here, but then I remembered the guards words and instead sat down opposite from that homeless guy.

"Whaddaya want?" he asked in a lame, not slurred, but not at all excited voice.

"I wanted to meet with Mr. Paul." 

" 's me."

"Is there another one?" I asked cautious, vaguely aware that the other Paul had told me his first name, but I couldn't remember it anymore. Well, the Paul that I remembered and the one sitting over there were certainly two different people, but I wondered how, or if, they were connected somehow.

"M' brother, Gale, maybe?" Everything around us was so clean and perfect, I was almost sure I could safely eat from the floor, but this man didn't fit at all in here, even though, this was supposed to be his office. 

My eyes wandered around the room, desperately searching for something else that didn't fit, but the neatly sorted files and folders and the color coded books in the shelf didn't help. That was until I took a closer look at the folders and noticed none of them bore names that gave away their content, but instead were labeled with various derogatory terms, such as 'boring', 'meeh' and 'yuck'.

"He said he was a lawyer and a friend of Dr. Baxter," I tried again, but this Paul didn't seem at all interested in talking to me and probably wanted to be somewhere else. Who could blame him, likewise, I was somehow uncomfortable in this room. "Oh and he had really fluffy looking hair."

"That's my brother," Paul nodded slowly before he let out a long yawn, looking nothing like his brother and I wondered which one was adopted. "He helps you guys, I'm just here to run this place."

"So regarding any other concern... I can still come to you?" I watched the man stretch in his chair before he slumped together again, he seemed mostly unaware how a chair worked and his general position didn't seem as comfortable as he made it out to be.

"Please don't."

"Okay, so about the whole cellmate business..."

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