Hai I also posted dis on ao3 but my friend said i should post it here to heheh
Caldre Prison Au fan fic Inspired by the fanart done by apyrrha fire yaoi i hope i formates this right :3
Andre Kriegman was charged with mass murder after the attack on Iroquois High School on May 1st, 2001.
Andre sits in his jail cell most days, bored out of his mind, thinking maybe he should have killed himself instead of trying to escape like some dumbshit. He got a lot of fan mail from the media; at least it was interesting to read . But today he got a more... interesting letter. Calvin Gabriel (he goes by Cal for short), a guy in Andre's bio class, was pretty cute-not very tall but a little off-putting sometimes. He had a lot of friends and was popular, though. But anyway, Cal had sent Andre a letter in jail; it was fan mail that said "TO MY IDOL" with a little heart. It read, "Andre, this is Cal Gabriel from 2nd period biology with Ms . Brown. I know it's gay and shit, and you probably aren't, but I wanted to say I'm a huge fan of yours. I always thought you were kinda hot too ... I'd watch you from a distance. I really hate that you're in jail. I'd love to really get to know you." Andre was kind of shocked to get a letter from Cal; he had always thought he was cute, but he never would admit that for fear of being called gay. But as Andre continued to read the letter, he noticed something stuck to the paper. It was a picture of Cal, and he was in nothing but boxers; however, he was hard, and you could see the clear imprint of his length. This was a shock because he would have never expected such a photo from a classmate, but he couldn't lie: it was a bit hot. He felt embarrassed staring at a photo of a dude he had never even said hi to in the halls, but to find out he'd been secretly admiring him back this whole time kind of turned him on .
Later , while he sat staring at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep, he thought back to the photo of Cal ... how pretty he looked and how one man could be so attractive, more than any porn star or model he'd seen in the Playboy magazines he'd stolen from his dad's closet. " Shit ..." he whispered as he looked down to see himself half hard in his pants. Looking around to see if his cellmate was dead asleep-always a heavy sleeper-he slipped a hand down his disgustingly orange prison pants. He grabbed the photo from where he hid it in his pillowcase, looking down Cal's body, wondering what it'd be like to touch him and see him naked.
He started to stroke himself, starting slow as he hadn 't done this in a while. He hadn't had time or "material," but he couldn't resist anymore. As his pace picked up, he bit his lip to cover his whimpering as he got closer, staring at the photo of Cal. He noticed every bit of the other boy, every curve of him, as he stroked himself, leading up to focus on his tip, edging himself a bit before he finally found his release, spilling into his palm. He caught his breath, coming down from climax.
After he came back down, he looked at the photo, then at the mess he made before wiping it on his sheets and putting the photo back where it was hidden. Blinking, he fell asleep.
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