John began by slowly slipping his hand under the waist of those damn shorts. He grinned when he remembered that they were the only thing keeping Dave from him. He soon found what he was looking for and Dave let out a low moan as John began to stroke him.
Dave responded eagerly by pushing John's unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders and going for the hem of the white t-shirt. He was determined to finally see what John looked like shirtless.
John momentarily panicked when Dave's fingers went for the buttons of his shirt, however, he'd made love with the lights out since the stabbing. It was pretty dark in here; no reason Dave would actually see the scars. He willed his breathing to return to normal and continued to stroke Dave.
To John's relief, Dave started by simply sliding his hands up under the bottom of his shirt, and his fingers moved upwards and quickly found a nipple. Dave grinned in appreciation when he heard John gasp with delight at what Dave was doing to him.
John found that his gasp was involuntary, as wonderful as Dave's fingers had felt on his cock, they were just as amazing on his nipple. He wondered how they would feel inside of him. John pushed down the waistband of those stupid shorts and began a full out digital exploration of Dave's cock.
Dave was floored by the skill with which John's long slender fingers caressed him. He had heard that John had surgical training but he didn't realize how much it would play a part into his sexual dexterity. He decided it was finally time to get that damn shirt off of John and struggled to pull it up off of John's head. John, however, didn't seem to notice Dave's overwhelming desire to undress him and his arms remained occupied. Frustrated, Dave yanked on the shirt, and then heard a loud ripping noise.
"Shit" Dave muttered, louder he apologized "Sorry, Carter."
John finally looked up and realized that Dave had ripped a large tear down the front of his t-shirt. He was about to speak when Dave started blabbering at a rapid pace.
"I didn't mean to, Carter, I'm sorry, I'll pay for it," Dave blurted quickly, hoping to do whatever it took to make sure that John wasn't angry with him.
John laughed, "Not the first time someone ripped my clothes off, Dave. First time in a Mexican prison� but not the first time."
Dave paused momentarily at John's mention of the prison, until then he had forgotten that they even WERE in a prison. The rules certainly WERE different here, he mused.
He realized that as much as he had hoped that he would be the first one to have sex with John in the hotel elevator, he found a first that was much more unique instead.
"Bet this is the first time you've had sex in jail." Dave said in a low voice.
John's blush was obscured by the darkness of the cell. His mind flashed back to the last time he got arrested. Sure, he hadn't had sex that time, but he'd been awfully close. Of course, Dave was a MUCH more appealing partner.
"Well, Dave, I can honestly say this is the kinkiest thing I've ever done in a Mexican jail cell." John admitted truthfully.
"Oh, but Carter, we're just getting started." Dave replied, grinning. He ripped the rest of John's shirt off and began a full-out oral assault on his left nipple.
John moaned from low in his throat. He started to remove Dave's shirt and managed to get Dave to stop just in time to prevent another torn garment.
"Hey, no fair." Dave said, looking up from what he was doing.
"Huh?" John asked, momentarily confused.
"I'm the only one naked," Dave mock protested
"Well, perhaps you can remedy that" John responded, his voice thick with desire.
Just as Dave was ready to remove John's shorts, a voice from the other side of the bars spoke up in heavily accented English.
"Mr. Carter, come with me," the guard ordered, unlocking the door and opening the cell.
"Dr. Carter", John corrected him as he realized that while he wasn't fully dressed, Dave was completely naked.
Dave and John sprung apart like teenagers whose parents had come home early and caught them making out on the living room sofa. John managed to grab his outer shirt and tossed it over himself as he stood and followed the guard. He cast a sympathetic glance back at Dave who was frantically trying to find his shorts in the darkened cell.
*****
John soon found himself in the office of what he assumed was the equivalent of the police sergeant.
"First off, Dr. Carter, I'd like to apologize for the way you were arrested, you look nothing like the man we believe to be associated with Simon Williams." The officer began uneasily. He'd gotten in trouble once for improper arrest of tourists; he was hoping that he wouldn't catch flack for wrongly arresting another one. Of course the fact that these were Americans didn't help matters.
John nodded, had he been back home he would have probably have given the officer some smart answer, but he realized that he WAS in a different country and had to act accordingly. He was silently thankful for all Gamma's instructions on emergency situations abroad.
The officer continued, now even more nervous. "We called the number you had given us upon your arrest and your passport was indeed at the hotel and it's a clear match to who you say you are."
"And Dr. Malucci?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.
The officer squirmed visibly. "Simon Williams was arrested this morning in London."
"Uh huh." John replied, annoyed.
"You're both free to go." The officer said meekly. He'd found out much to his dismay that the man he'd arrested was the grandson of the wealthy John family. He was hoping to soothe over hurt feelings and save his job, but the glare that he was getting from John was less than reassuring.
"How generous of you." John snorted, getting to his feet.
As John turned to leave the office, the officer called after him, "Dr. John, perhaps there is something my department can do to make it up to you and your friend?"
John stopped dead in his tracks. His mind flashed to having to leave a naked Dave all alone in the cell.
"There might be something," John said slowly, turning around.
*****
After John left, Dave managed to find his shorts under the cot and pulled them on. Damn these officers, they kept catching him with his pants down. He was silently thankful that at least they had come to get John and not him, but he found himself worrying about where they had taken John. If anything had happened to John, Dave knew it would be his fault. It was at his urging that John hadn't gone back for his passport.
As he sat back down on the cot, he realized that if anyone belonged to spend his life in a Mexican prison, he did. He'd screwed up his job at college, his job at County, and now his chance to be with John. He deserved to rot with the rats. He looked up then at the sound of footsteps, and saw a guard leading John back down the hall to the cell.
*****
As John walked back down the hallway, he felt to make sure the keys the officer had given him were still in his back pocket. He was relieved to see that they were.
The officer next to him held a bag containing the articles John had requested. He'd found it surprisingly easy to bargain with the officer, perhaps because of the manner in which he and Dave had been arrested. He grinned to himself as he remembered how hard the officer had worked to quickly assemble everything John had asked for. They'd been interrupted before, but nothing would interrupt this.
He arrived escorted back to the cell to find Dave curled up on the cot wearing just his shorts.
Dave looked up as the door was unlocked and John entered the cell followed by the guard.
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