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patroclus and achilles

He tossed and turned against the bare mattress with the rough blanket being pulled without caution. I watched over him, adoring his expressions in the cold. I waited a moment to let him accept defeat before I held him close, for I knew he would never let me otherwise.

The next morning he was gone. I didn't need to search my cell, I could imagine by the sunlight beaming in from the small window that I woke up later than I should have and I had missed the morning showers. I got up and got dressed as I listened to how many people were in the showers verses the cafeteria. There seemed to be a lot of chatter from the cafeteria today, but nothing unusual for this grimy old block.

I walked over to the cafeteria and skipped showers, and I looked over the sea of blue jumpsuits, unsure of which would be my Eric. I stood on my tippy toes just to make sure I didn't miss a corner when I felt a warm presence behind me. It took a second to put down its tray but then wrapped its long snake arms around mine and leaned its chin against my shoulder. I couldn't help but smile, he made me feel so happy in a place so depressing. I felt his warm, dry lips press against my cold cheek as to get my attention. "Did you eat?"

His deep voice was enough to warm my cheeks again. I shook my head and held his arms in place, never wanting him to go. 

"I will walk you over; I don't need you getting boney."

I waddled forward so he wouldn't lose his grasp. But alas, the inevitable arrived, and he pulled away so I would be able to walk to the breakfast line. Once there the lunch lady who I took orders from when worked the kitchen greeted me with a smile, but jokingly assumed Eric was coming back for seconds when he was holding my tray for me. 

"Don't you ever get tired of coming up here, Eric?"

"I would, but Gabriel is starving, you see?" He attempted to lift my shirt to my embarrassment but I had the advantage of using two hands while he had one. He sets the tray down in front of her.

"Oh, yeah, he's starving. Ravenous, even." 

"He's so starving." The lady played along with his dramatics. She put together the breakfast meal and set it on the tray, and with one swift move she passed it to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and walked us to the table his breakfast was at.

Sitting across from me we both ate like pigs and finishing up was the last time we acknowledged each other's presence. He finished first and looked at me with his caramel eyes that made me shy and confident at the same time. That made me even more red than before, and I could tell he noticed by the way he smiled.

After breakfast we moved onto chores where I was forced to work kitchen and he was to clean the dining room. We waited until we were called when it was completely empty so that we can start.

I kept my head low in the kitchen with one other boy so that we weren't such a hassle in that environment. I was almost always chosen because the lunch ladies and cook like my help and are lovers of my family recipes. I saw Eric now and then when I had to take out the trash or clean the counter, and we always exchanged loving words and kisses. On this particular day he came up sweeping the floor with many others where I had to lean up to listen to his quiet whispers. 

"je t'aime mon cher."

He spoiled me rotten, and I couldn't help but fall from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Eric had to be pulled back into his chore as he wasn't able to by himself. I thought about him for the rest of the two hours, which could have cost me as I burnt some food or misplaced others. I was lucky this was juvie and not a fancy restaurant; I would have been fired.

After chores was lunch where I showed up and we ate as usual. He never let me skip a meal or feel too uncomfortable to eat, and I could tell it is because someone he used to know probably was badly injured or worse for not eating. I spare him the worry and eat for him.

 Once lunch was over we were allowed recreation outside for a while. He and I always met in the tall grass where it was hard for the guards to spot us. Today he let me rest my head on his lap and watch the sky as time moved as slow as we wanted. Well, as I wanted.

Eric kept lookout and at one point I brought my hand to his chin to see if he would turn to me. He swatted my hand away but kept his hand close to mine so we would hold hands a little discreetly. I knew he was subconscious of this but this made me want to appreciate him more. I played with his hand for a bit and we talked softly and in whispers for the next couple seconds, and minutes, and hours until it was too dark to stay outside and not be caught doing something unwarranted.

We walked inside separately and ate dinner close again. Today for dinner we had bread with mystery meat soup. I told him I was not going to eat it. Eric chuckled at my efforts, which sent chills down my spine for being so deep. He said if he ate it, I would have to eat it. I never made the bet but as expected, he finished it to prove his point. I ate but slowly chewed at what I was worried was not cow or pig.

I left him to get ready for bed early, as usual. He would be meeting me tonight so I made my cell seem spotless and tidy. I took a shower and brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and fixed my pajamas, made my bed and put away my shoes. I sat on my bed and read my library book for what seemed like years until my Romeo finally decided to show up.

Eric walked in to give me a big embrace where I pulled him to my bed. He was already in his own pajamas so it was easy to just fall asleep before the doors are supposed to close. He took off his shirt and snuggled up to me. We try to sleep cuddled up every night, but that can't always happen.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too." 

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I left it open and more of a "day in the life" for a couple who would be closely described as Patroclus and Achilles-esque. Gabriel and Eric are two boyfriends in juvie. I'm leaving year and ages out for debate. But let me know what you think.