The Start of the O'Reily Story
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cmk418Here is the opening of the Ryan O'Reily story that I've been teasing you about. I hope you enjoy it - feedback/suggestions for what you want to see are appreciated (although I already have an ending in mind, getting there is what's fun).
It's a prologue so the warning is only for language.
DOUBLE NEGATIVES
Prologue
Ryan O’Reily looked up from the card game to watch Miguel Alvarez stroll through the quad. He tried to catch Alvarez’ eye, see if the play was in motion.
“O’Reily,” said Hill, a bit exasperated.
“What’s he looking at?” asked Busmalis, turning to follow O’Reily’s line of vision.
“Alvarez,” replied Keller, not glancing up from his cards. “Again.”
Despite his distraction, Ryan wasn’t going to let Keller’s insinuation go unanswered. Almost automatically, he responded, “I ain’t no fag.”
“Ain’t no,” Keller emphasized Ryan’s own words, never a good sign. O’Reily looked to Busmalis to support.
“That’s a double negative,” supplied Busmalis. Hill nodded and smiled.
Ryan realized that he no longer had an ally at that table.
“Which means-” began Hill.
“-That he takes it up the ass,” concluded Keller.
Busmalis reasoned, “Now, fellas, let’s be fair.” O’Reily was no longer sure if the old man was back on his side, or just setting him up for another attack.
“You’re right,” said Hill. “He could just suck cock.”
Keller fired another volley his way. “Or he wants to. Is that it, O’Reily? Do you want to...?”
Across the quad, Alvarez gave O’Reily the signal. Ryan saw it as lousy fucking timing, but time to go all the same. He threw his cards down and walked away from the table with a “Fuck you all” to the group.
Double negatives. How many times had Sister Agnes told him in eighth grade that his bad grammar would get him into trouble? Probably as many times as he had to write “Ain’t isn’t a word” on the chalkboard.
“I’m not a fag,” O’Reily muttered softly, passing Adebisi on his way toward the stairs.
“I’m not a fag,” he repeated, trying to get the words in his head, as he took the steps two at a time, heading up to the second tier.
“Hey, Murphy,” he acknowledged, breezing past the man standing at the guard post. O’Reily didn’t stop long enough for the C.O. to return the greeting.
“I’m not a fag,” he continued as he walked through the top level.
“Glad to hear it,” said McManus, coming out of his office.
Ryan shook his head and sighed. Double negatives. Jesus. It’s not like nobody didn’t know what he meant. He didn’t have to talk like some goddamned Ivy League grad. This was Oz for Crissakes. Hell, half of the fucks out there didn’t get past eighth grade. They had to know what he meant.
Didn’t they?
Jesus. He didn’t have time for this shit to cloud his mind. He had to stay sharp. Setting up Raul Hernandez was something that needed to be done carefully.
And it was. Everything went according to plan. By lockdown, Hernandez, Ricardo, and Guerra were sitting pretty in a new home far away from EmCity. Alvarez was in his debt. All in all, Ryan thought it’d been a pretty good day.
Still though, lying in his cell, long after lights out, Ryan couldn’t sleep. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation at the card table. Keller’s words haunted him the most.
“Or he wants to. Is that it, O’Reily? Do you want to...?”
Ryan O’Reily had never touched another guy’s dick in his life. But... thinking about it? Well, that was another thing entirely.
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It's a prologue so the warning is only for language.
DOUBLE NEGATIVES
Prologue
Ryan O’Reily looked up from the card game to watch Miguel Alvarez stroll through the quad. He tried to catch Alvarez’ eye, see if the play was in motion.
“O’Reily,” said Hill, a bit exasperated.
“What’s he looking at?” asked Busmalis, turning to follow O’Reily’s line of vision.
“Alvarez,” replied Keller, not glancing up from his cards. “Again.”
Despite his distraction, Ryan wasn’t going to let Keller’s insinuation go unanswered. Almost automatically, he responded, “I ain’t no fag.”
“Ain’t no,” Keller emphasized Ryan’s own words, never a good sign. O’Reily looked to Busmalis to support.
“That’s a double negative,” supplied Busmalis. Hill nodded and smiled.
Ryan realized that he no longer had an ally at that table.
“Which means-” began Hill.
“-That he takes it up the ass,” concluded Keller.
Busmalis reasoned, “Now, fellas, let’s be fair.” O’Reily was no longer sure if the old man was back on his side, or just setting him up for another attack.
“You’re right,” said Hill. “He could just suck cock.”
Keller fired another volley his way. “Or he wants to. Is that it, O’Reily? Do you want to...?”
Across the quad, Alvarez gave O’Reily the signal. Ryan saw it as lousy fucking timing, but time to go all the same. He threw his cards down and walked away from the table with a “Fuck you all” to the group.
Double negatives. How many times had Sister Agnes told him in eighth grade that his bad grammar would get him into trouble? Probably as many times as he had to write “Ain’t isn’t a word” on the chalkboard.
“I’m not a fag,” O’Reily muttered softly, passing Adebisi on his way toward the stairs.
“I’m not a fag,” he repeated, trying to get the words in his head, as he took the steps two at a time, heading up to the second tier.
“Hey, Murphy,” he acknowledged, breezing past the man standing at the guard post. O’Reily didn’t stop long enough for the C.O. to return the greeting.
“I’m not a fag,” he continued as he walked through the top level.
“Glad to hear it,” said McManus, coming out of his office.
Ryan shook his head and sighed. Double negatives. Jesus. It’s not like nobody didn’t know what he meant. He didn’t have to talk like some goddamned Ivy League grad. This was Oz for Crissakes. Hell, half of the fucks out there didn’t get past eighth grade. They had to know what he meant.
Didn’t they?
Jesus. He didn’t have time for this shit to cloud his mind. He had to stay sharp. Setting up Raul Hernandez was something that needed to be done carefully.
And it was. Everything went according to plan. By lockdown, Hernandez, Ricardo, and Guerra were sitting pretty in a new home far away from EmCity. Alvarez was in his debt. All in all, Ryan thought it’d been a pretty good day.
Still though, lying in his cell, long after lights out, Ryan couldn’t sleep. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation at the card table. Keller’s words haunted him the most.
“Or he wants to. Is that it, O’Reily? Do you want to...?”
Ryan O’Reily had never touched another guy’s dick in his life. But... thinking about it? Well, that was another thing entirely.
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