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Spencer had been sitting in his cell after coming back from looking for a job when he heard the soft moaning. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he looked around to see where the sounds were coming from when he spotted Bennett, his breath practically stopping. Even though he knew that they were trying to be as discreet and quiet as possible, Spencer knew what they were doing. Oh fuck… No, no, no, nonononono, no. This is not fair, not fair, not fucking fair. He could feel his member hardening a bit at Bennett’s soft moans and the look of concentration on their face, knowing that whatever they were thinking about was working. He tried to stop looking at them, but he couldn’t. He knew that he wanted to fuck them and every day without that happening was driving him insane. Watching them right now was not helping.
“Fuck!” he accidentally squeaked out before covering his mouth with his hand, quickly throwing his blanket over his body and looking at the wall next to him. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to think of something, anything, as long as the subject was not Bennett. Dammit all, dammit all, damn it all.