Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 234. Fun and Games

When I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

I seed to have dozed off while talking to Henry under the blanket in suffocating closeness. We hadn’t even discussed the other kind of warning I had received.

A shower ran inside the bathroom, so I just waited for him to co out again, listening to the quiet noises. I looked at my smartwatch, which lay beside Henry’s on my nightstand.

Luckily, I had taken it off automatically before crashing onto the bed, and Henry had too, or we would have probably been heard.

I grabbed it and checked the schedule for today, finding a few room numbers I could recall. One was on the ground floor where we would have sports, the breathing guy again, and group therapy; the rest I didn’t recognize.

I wanted a smoke just by seeing the schedule, though it had been relatively relaxed in here these last two days.

I had my own plans for today, which included talking with Henry about the ’water warning’ and telling him about my ability to teleport.

Thinking about it now, I understood that I was not climbing through the window of the past, because then I wouldn’t be able to teleport to places I hadn’t been before, which I could clearly do.

As if two windows opened, not to a mory but each representing a point in space, I could apparently arrange these two windows in front of each other, and with one jump, cross the space that was in between them.

But if it was like this, and if I could teleport to places I hadn’t been before, didn’t that an I could teleport wherever, maybe even to a parallel world?

If I could take people with while teleporting, then that ant I could save anyone without needing to cross through a portal. So even if a portal had closed, it wouldn’t stop .

Today, I wanted to test if I could teleport with another person. The one-ter radius I had been bound to before...well, I had the feeling that after leveling up, the distance was now much, much wider, so that would be cool to test as well.

I just needed a place without caras. If the ankle monitor or smartwatch showed strange results, then they would probably think it was a bug instead of jumping through space... A few tests should be possible, and if I get discovered while doing them, so be it.

The ability to teleport was truly the best one a convicted prisoner could wish for. Maybe because of that, or because this facility was so different from a real prison, I didn’t really feel caged in here.

Henry finally erged from the bathroom, with a towel around his hips and steam clinging to his skin.

I was speechless for a mont, not knowing how to announce my presence.

"Awake?" He chuckled, without even turning to , as he chose so white clothes from the closet built into the sa wall as the tal door.

"Mhm." I humd.

"Let’s find a place to continue our talk later."

"Roger." He let the towel fall, and I didn’t turn away, letting my eyes wander over his strong back and sculpted ass. I have to admit, even from a straight man’s perspective, this was an undeniably sensual picture, though I would probably not feel the sa if he turned around.

"Ethan called yesterday evening and asked how we were doing."

"Mhm, what did you say?" I asked absentmindedly, watching him put on his underwear. He could have just gone into the bathroom to change, but he did not.

"I said we are doing well." He suddenly turned to , his head tilted, his hair cascading to his muscular shoulders, the scarred skin from the bite marks glistening in the sunlight shining through the shed window.

Damn, like this... He really looked like a god tainted by the teeth of an insatiable human.

"Yeah. We are doing well." I nodded, not looking away from his body, only clothed in white boxers.

"I want to test a few things later." I finally t his eyes, which glistened with mirth.

"Okay." Breaking into a grin, he turned around again and finished putting on clothes.

I changed as well, without showering, sensing a penetrating gaze on . When we were finished, we went to eat breakfast, where we t the others.

Then there was a very interesting lesson first thing in the morning, sothing like martial arts in a light form. Everyone chose a partner, and we exchanged "blows" in slow motion to learn the techniques.

Henry, standing opposite and holding in a loose chokehold, seed to be having the ti of his life, his hands constantly on my body, nudging or tickling . He was not taking the lesson seriously at all; well, the overall tenor of this lesson felt more like playing around anyway.

"Are you having fun?" I asked him while his fingers poked my waist.

"Mhm, trendously," he laughed.

I took his hand, turned it, and threw him on the mat with his stomach down, straddling him while holding his arm on his back cautiously so as not to hurt him.

"Still fun?" I chuckled.

Henry broke into a fit of laughter, his whole body shaking.

"Hell, yes!"

The supervisor, a dainty woman who was clearly not underestimated, going after the things she taught us, ca over.

"That was an excellent move! Did you learn martial arts before?"

I didn’t let go of Henry while looking up at her and nodding.

"A bit."

Henry still shook with laughter beneath .

"Excellent! But be careful not to hurt each other. Besides showing you how to defend yourself in the worst case, we want you to relieve a bit of stress and have fun." She smiled at .

"Mhm." I nodded and waited until she walked away.

"What is the best way to teach people?" Henry suddenly asked from beneath .

"With fun and gas..." I stated, having thought the sa.

"Yeah." His hand reached for my wrist, and he turned his body; with one smooth move, the situation was reversed, only that I lay now on my back while Henry straddled .

He leaned downward, his hair framing his face, with the tips grazing my cheeks as his blue stare held in place as he spoke.

"...until it suddenly turns serious."