Guide To Surviving Prison Is Getting Screwed By General Lily! [BL] Chapter 34: Cullen Ray’s Stomach, Finn’s Feelings, And A Ver

The bottle crumpled in his hand.

Cullen looked down at it with his fingers crushing all parts of the bottle as water dripped from his fingers onto the floor. The fridge door was still open behind him.

He had been thinking about it since day one of this disaster. He’s been trying to determine where the problem originated. Running the mory back, fra by fra, the way he did with everything. He rembered Ruaan pouring the drink, setting it down in front of him with that perfect neutral expression while he took off his shirt.

He knew. He suddenly knew.

He had known since the second trip to the bathroom on the first day and he had been too busy dealing with the consequences to act on it. Ruaan was the one responsible for what happened to him.

He squeezed what was left of the bottle until the cap popped off.

"Ruaan," he said.

The na ca out low like he was fond of it. He let out a short and sharp laugh, and the laugh turned into a wince because laughing was also currently dangerous.

’That little brat,’ he thought. ’He did that because he didn’t want to touch him.’

He laughed again anyway.

Most people in Blackre feared him. They moved and ran away when he walked into rooms. They gave him things before he asked. Nobody had ever looked him in the eye and put sothing in his drink before not even before he got into jail.

He was furious.

He was also, against his better judgnt, entertained.

He walked toward the door. He was thinking of going to see Ruaan. He’s not seen him for more than three days already and sohow, he felt the need to see him as soon as possible.

His stomach grumbled imdiately.

He stood still for a mont and placed his hand on the wall. He was having a silent negotiation with his own body.

His body won after more grumbling and he went back to his bed.

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Finn ca in quietly.

That’s the first thing Cullen had noticed the first ti he t with Finn months ago. Everything about him was so quiet maybe he was an assassin outside prison. Finn had a way of existing in a room without announcing himself, folding himself into whatever space was available and making himself useful before anyone asked. Maybe he was like that, just for Cullen.

He was carrying freshly washed sheets, folded carefully like he had done it many tis.

He saw Cullen on the bed and crossed the room imdiately, kneeling beside him with that sa automatic attention.

"Are you hungry? I can go to the cafeteria and get you sothing to eat if you want..."

"I’m not eating anything. I’m not hungry."

"You haven’t eaten since yesterday." Finn stood and moved to the wardrobe, pulling it open. "Let at least change your sheets. Don’t mind that I’m late. I ran into that annoying 2525 in the laundry room and—"

Cullen’s hand shot out.

He grabbed Finn from behind and Finn dropped the sheets imdiately, flinching hard.

"What?! Did you say 2525?" Cullen’s voice was very even and specific. "He was in the laundry room? Doing what? Was he alone?"

Finn turned around slowly.

Sothing moved across his face that Cullen wasn’t paying attention to because he was waiting for the answer.

"Why," Finn said quietly, "do you keep asking about him?"

"I asked you a question—"

"You’ve been sick for three days. Three damn days." Finn’s voice stayed low but sothing underneath it had an edge now. Maybe anger. "I’ve been here. Every day. Bringing you water, changing your sheets, sitting outside your door at night." He looked at Cullen directly. "And every ti you were half asleep you kept saying his na. Not mine. His. He’s been here for one week, Cullen. One fucking week."

"I asked you a damn question," Cullen said. "Why was he there?"

"I don’t know." Finn stepped back. "And even if I did." He picked up the dropped sheets from the floor. "I wouldn’t tell you."

He pushed the door open and burst out.

The door didn’t slam. Just a quiet click and it opened again.

The other two ca in, stepping around the space where Finn had been standing. They were looking rough with their shirts wide open and bare chests exposed.

One of them looked at the door. "Why is your little fuck toy angry?"

Cullen sat back on the bed. "Tell what 2525 has been doing."

They looked at each other, wondering what was going on. Cullen was never the kind to ask about soone no matter how interested he was in the person. Of course, they had the information and were happy to share it.

"You an the new one? The one you haven’t touched yet?"

The other one grinned. "He’s been busy. I heard he joined the electrical skills day. He’s been spending ti with so guy with broken glasses who carries a LEGO box everywhere."

"People are already wondering if sothing was happening between them."

"There’s also a rumour that soone left their mark on his bed. Cumd on his shirt."

Cullen looked up, a frown building on his face.

"Nobody knows who did it. It could be his roommate and it could be anyone." A pause. "There’s even talk that one of the officers might be interested in him."

The room went quiet for a mont and Cullen stood up.

"I need to see him."

Both of them moved imdiately. One of them put a hand out. "Boss. You’ve been to the bathroom eleven tis today. If you walk too far—"

"I can hold it."

"Last ti you said that, you shut yourself and..."

"I can hold it." He was already moving. "Let’s go."

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Cell 109 was the way it always was.

Small, filled with grey. The four beds were arranged the way beds got arranged when nobody had a choice about it.

Ruaan was sitting on his bed when they arrived. He looked up when the door opened and Cullen watched his face do that thing it always did... his chin ca up slightly and his eyes settled as he adjusted his position on the bed.

Cullen nodded at Yoon and Petre and Luca.

The top two didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to, they just hung themselves on the gate like statues. All three cellmates stood up and left without a word and the gate swung behind them.

Ruaan stood up.

"Cullen," he said.

Cullen spread his arms wide. "Look at you." He walked forward slowly. "I’ve missed you so damn much. It’s been ages."

"It really has been a while," Ruaan said, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "How are you feeling? You look better—"

Cullen stopped walking.

He could feel the early warning signs of his stomach considering its options and he needed not to be mid-movent when that happened.

"Co here," he said.

Ruaan didn’t move. He wouldn’t dare since he had no idea what Cullen wanted to do to him.

Cullen looked at the top two. They crossed the cell in three steps and grabbed Ruaan by both arms and pulled him forward and Ruaan fought it the whole way, twisting and pulling, which achieved nothing except bringing him to a stop directly in front of Cullen.

Cullen took his face in both hands and looked at him.

"What have you been up to," he said. "I hear you’ve been busy. Making friends and at the sa ti, getting ’popular.’"

Ruaan shook his head slightly in Cullen’s grip.

Cullen leaned in. "The next ga is in three days." His voice dropped. "I don’t care where you place. Bottom ten, top three, I don’t care." His hand slid from Ruaan’s face to his waist, pulling him in. "I’m claiming you. After that ga. Whoever you are in the hierarchy doesn’t matter to ."

His hand moved lower and found what it was looking for. He grabbed without hesitation.

Ruaan made a sound that was not the sound Cullen had been hoping for... it was a sharp wince, and his whole body went rigid.

Cullen tilted his head.

Interesting.

"I’ll make sure this hurts when I’m done with it," he said quietly, right against Ruaan’s ear. "Once it’s over, you’ll spread your legs and get yourself ready for , sweetheart."

He kissed his forehead and stepped back.

He walked to the door at a pace that was becoming increasingly urgent.

The top two followed and the gate closed.

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Ruaan sat down on his bed.

He sat there for a mont and exhaled deeply.

Then he let out a long and deep groan into his own hands.

"Why," he said to his mattress, "did he grab my ass today of all the days in the calendar year? They still hurt."

His entire lower half had opinions about being grabbed and none of them was positive.

He flopped backwards and stared at the ceiling.

He had three days until the next ga and he was absolutely not ready.