This new one, his newest roomie intrigued Jace, but he'd never admit it.  He could see that the man was scared...hell who wasn't!   But he wasn't shityourpantsandbecomearodent scared.  That was a good thing.  Jace had long ago learned that a bit of fear kept a body healthy and wise... and sometimes even wealthy.<br/><br/><br/>He peered down from atop where he lie on his stomach on the top bunk and studied his newest up close.  The cell light swayed slightly, casting shadows of gray, blue and black across the taught lines of his thin shoulder blades giving the young man a shimmery appearance--almost as though he were moving in a slow rhythem under his shirt.  The long column of his neck strained forward, bent like a hanger making it look as though his head was merely wearing the long shaft that was his body.  Jace allowed himself to be mesmerised for a few moments more before he skimmed down to the rounded fullness of his newb's ass.  His smile widened.<br/><br/><br/>He was waiting for the sign...the one that would tell him who Al needed him to be.  And then it came.  It was the slightest thing, but it was all Jace needed.  He slid down from the bunk and walked to stand behind and to the left of his new roomie.  You never ever stepped too close or too behind someone unless you meant some serious touching, and now wasn't the time...not yet.<br/><br/><br/>"I'm Jace."  he began without preamble.  "I don't care why you are there, that's your business."  Jace spoke softly but with complete authority.  "What I do know is know how to survive here.  You want my protection, you let me know.  I will tell you the cost."  His voice was calm, as though he were speaking of selling a sofa or bed.  "The bottom bunk is yours.  Always keep the toilet clean."<br/><br/><br/>When he was finished, he backed up a step and with a one-armed leap took a seat back up onto his bunk, long legs dangling free.<br/><br/>