“I’m bored,” Beecher moaned, his chin resting on the tabletop.

Keller peered over the top of the porn mag he was reading, and removed his feet from the table. “So read something.”

Beecher frowned, huffing out a small sigh. “Like what? I’ve read every decent novel in the library.”

Keller tossed the magazine onto the table. “I’m done with this one, if you want it.”

Making a face, Beecher scooted away from the magazine, which he was sure was sticky with not only Keller’s come, but half of the Nazis had probably jerked off on it when it arrived in the mailroom, too. “Uh, no thanks.”

Shrugging, Keller rested his elbow on the table, head in hand. “Well, we could play a game.”

Beecher lifted his head and almost smiled. “Really? I got a new pack of cards-“

“Not a boring game,” Keller said, waving his other hand dismissively. “Something really fun.”

Disappointed, Beecher rested his chin back on the table. “Like what?” The kind of games Keller thought were fun were usually the kind that ended up getting one or both of them thrown into solitary, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. If he was bored now, solitary would kill him.

“Like Ryan,” Keller said.

Beecher looked up to see his boyfriend, or lover, or whatever the hell Keller was to him, staring at Ryan. The little Irish boy was crouched on the stairwell, carefully watching each group of prisoners, studying them. Sometimes Beecher wondered if Ryan was really doing that to ‘stay alive’, or whatever the fuck, or if he was just really, really high.

“What about him?” Beecher asked, already knowing the answer. Keller wanted to fuck him, or kill him, or maybe both. Distantly, he knew knowledge like that should disturb him, but somehow it didn’t. He wrote it off as a side-effect of true love, and being loyal to his man.

Keller nodded in Ryan’s direction as the Irish boy bent over. “Check out that perfectly shaped ass.”

Beecher felt himself pout. “What about my perfectly shaped-“ he stopped mid-sentence and stared at Ryan as well. His ass was very nice looking. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t had thoughts like this before, although they were mostly when he and Ryan were getting high together.

“Think we can seduce him?” Keller asked, smirking at him.

“He’s really straight,” Beecher said hesitantly, intrigued.

“So am I,” Keller said, standing.

Rolling his eyes, Beecher stood up as well. “Riiiight.”

Keller smacked Beecher on the arm hard, shooting him a look.

“Ow!” Beecher rubbed his arm, pouting. “What?!”

“Come on, Toby, it’ll be fun,” Keller said, giving him his best boyish grin.

Sighing, Beecher nodded in defeat. He could never say no when Keller called him Toby.

Ryan glanced up when they approached him, looking distracted. “What?” He quickly looked back at the group of Muslims who were gathered under the stairwell talking in low voices.

“Always so polite,” Beecher muttered, rolling his eyes.

Keller put a heavy hand on Ryan’s shoulder and crouched down next to him. “Toby and I were just talking about you.”

Ryan shot Beecher an amused look and brushed Keller’s hand off his shoulder as if it were something dirty. “Toby and you, huh?’

Feeling himself blush a little, Beecher scowled at the Irishman.

“We were talking about who we thought could beat who in a fight,” Keller said, grinning.

“Uh huh,” Ryan said suspiciously, giving them both a wary look.

“Of course, we both agreed that Adebisi could probably beat most of the guys here without a thought, but there are a few people we aren’t sure about.”

“And I was one of them,” Ryan said flatly.

Beecher rolled his eyes. Sometimes Keller was just a little too obvious.

“Well, Toby here seems to think you could hold your own, but I’m not so sure.” Keller shrugged.

Ryan frowned sharply and shot him an irritated look. “I’m not in here because I’m some kind of pussy, you know. I’ve killed men bigger than you.”

“Well, sure, indirectly,” Keller said, shrugging casually.

Beecher smiled widely and patted Keller on the back proudly. ‘Indirectly’ was a big word!

Ryan shot them both an odd look. “So what?!”

“So, we just weren’t sure what you could do with your own hands.” Keller smirked at Beecher and nodded. “Right?”

“Uh, sure,” Beecher replied. This was so stupid.

Ryan stood suddenly, glaring at both of them. “Well I could sure as hell take you two!”

Keller stood, smiling widely down at the shorter man. “So you’ll accept a small challenge, then?”

Ryan snorted, folding his arms. “Like what?”

“Wrestling,” Keller said, shooting Beecher an amused look.

Beecher ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. Was wrestling really his only move? How the hell had he seduced women? Hey, baby, come back to my place and let’s wrestle?! …Well, then again, it had worked on him.

“Wait,” a voice said from behind them. They turned and faced Said, who stepped forward and placed his own hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “I would rethink that decision, my brother.”

Ryan wrinkled his nose and shrugged Said’s hand off. “I’m not your brother.”

Said smiled in that way that made him look like a superior asshole and Beecher had to adjust his pants a little. Damn was Said’s superior asshole look sexy as shit.

“You can ignore my advice if you’d like,” Said said, giving Ryan an intense look, his smile fading. “But I think you should be aware of what they mean by ‘wrestling.’”

Ryan stared at Said in confusion for a second before reacting. “Oh, gross! Fuck that, man! What the hell?! I’m no fag!” He shoved past Keller angrily, shooting the two men a disgusted look before returning to his pod.

Keller glared at Said. “What the fuck business is it of yours who I fuck?!”

“It is my business so long as you attempt to spread your… sickness,” Said replied, sneering at Keller.

“Okay, okay,” Beecher said, patting Keller on the back. “Come on, we can still go wrestle.”

Keller gave Said one last threatening glare before wrapping an arm around Beecher tightly. “Too bad. Next time we’ll get him.”

Beecher carefully ignored the disgusted look Said was giving him and walked away with his… boyfriend… or whatever. “I’m… not really into rape,” he said, trying to laugh a little.

Keller stopped and gave Beecher a big grin. “You just don’t want me touching anyone else, do you?”

Beecher noted the expression on Keller’s face, trying to decide now to answer. Instead, he just grinned and shrugged. Sometimes he wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was, and it was best to be vague, if he didn’t want his arms and legs broken again.

Not that Keller would do that. Again. Probably.

“Me either,” Keller said, and he pulled Beecher in for a firm, deep, knee-weakening kiss.

When the guards yelled at them they separated, and headed to the gym, for some quality one-on-one… wrestling… time.

At least now Beecher wasn’t bored.