Title: There’s A Hell, Believe Me, I’ve Seen It, There’s A Heaven, Let’s Keep It A Secret.
DISCLAIMER: This never happened. The title belongs to Bring Me The Horizon.
Warning: Implied sex, unusual plot.
Anthony was never a bad person. He cleaned his room, did his homework and never talked back to anyone. In fact, he was too good. If you hold everything in, your whole life, there comes a time in your existence when you just break and everything erupts in a hot mess. You have to have someone to tell, something as an outlet. Anthony never had that, he was the silent, good little boy who always did everything right. Well, almost everything.
Which brings us to Sacramento Prison, an all male jail for not-so-good boys.
“Padilla! Your clothes. You’re moving to room forty seven. Get a move on, now!” The head guard yelled, shoving a few garments into Anthony’s arms. Anthony walked hastily, replaying the scenario in his head that had gotten him into so much trouble. He didn’t know why he punched that man in the face, he didn’t understand why he kicked those guards, the only thing he was aware of, was the fact that he was now moving into the Destructive Aggression Cell. He was shaking, completely terrified, he had heard the stories. The only other person to land themselves into the Destructive Aggression Cell was the infamous, Ian Hecox. Ian was said to be the most horrific and disturbing prisoner in all of California. No one had ever spoken to him and no one had ever shared a cell with him. Until now, of course.
When Anthony walked into the DA cell he noticed two things. One, being that the worst prisoner in the Golden State was very tidy and strangely organised, and the second thing being that Ian was undeniably attractive. Of course, Anthony was silent as he put his things under his bed and lay down. Anthony realised he must’ve noticed him trembling like crazy and was cowering in the corner because when he turned back to Ian, he was surprised to see him sitting crisscross, facing him. Slowly he looked up, blue eyes dark, with the burdens and poor choices he’d made in his life. “I’m not really all that terrible.” He said. His expression was twisted into that of a tortured soul trying desperately to make someone believe what they were saying. After those uncomfortable yet comforting words, they got ready for bed and slipped under the sheets. “I believe you.” Anthony whispered quietly.
In the morning, things went pretty normal with the occasional awkward glances and conversation shared amongst the two. Anthony found that the more they talked, the more Ian opened up to him, he tried his hardest to as well. He finally felt like he belonged somewhere and actually had a friend, even if it was in prison. They ate their meals together and even started to joke around by the afternoon.
After a few weeks of talking, joking and generally living with Ian, Anthony began to become somewhat attached. He started feeling weird around Ian, flustered and embarrassed, he even started stuttering when speaking to him. Ian started to give him weird looks and Anthony tried staying quiet and avoiding him as much as he could, saying he was tired or making up excuses not to talk to Ian. Anthony constantly caught himself watching Ian and even went as far as thinking dirty thoughts about him. Whilst sleeping, Anthony would unconsciously have dreams about kissing Ian and sometimes even more, it terrified him to think that he could lose his only friend by ruining everything.
Late one night, Anthony woke up with a start, almost forgetting he was in prison. Then, he felt the itch. He knew something was going to happen. He knew he was going to do something relatively improper. It was the same feeling he got before he had gone to prison. And as he thought about this, he involuntarily swung his legs over his bed and got out inaudibly. He finally realised he was exactly in front of a sleeping Ian when he reached out to touch the dozing form. That still didn’t stop him though; shaking like a dog, Anthony gently grazed his hands through Ian’s hair. Suddenly a strange urge rushed over Anthony. He gently lifted Ian’s head and softly placed a chaste kiss in his lips. After doing so, Anthony felt so ashamed of taking advantage of his cellmate, that he briskly walked back to his bed and threw the covers over his head as if to hide his crimson burning cheeks.
A tap on the shoulder sent him in near hysterics as he realised someone was pulling down his sheets so they could have access to his face. Anthony nearly had a heart attack as he came face to face with a very curious-looking Ian. “Can I try something?” He said in a very peculiar, unrecognizable voice. “Uh..okay.” Anthony said nervously. Ian slowly drew his face closer and lightly pressed his mouth to Anthony’s. Pulling back quickly, Ian winked at Anthony as he saw a steady blush growing on his cheeks.
Ian nipped at Anthony’s lip hungrily, “You’re so fucking hot when you blush, you know that?” He said in between kisses. Anthony was gasping for breath; he’d never been so flustered and overwhelmed. All of this was so foreign to him. He had never even had a girlfriend. “You’re inexperienced.” Ian assumed out loud. Anthony almost exploded right then and there, if there was one thing he absolutely detested, it was not knowing what to do, the feeling of being helpless. He didn’t want anyone to take care of him; on the contrary, he wanted to take care of this man in front of him. Ian was scarred, badly at that, and the last thing he needed was to take care of someone else. No, he’d bite his tongue, gather all the knowledge he knew about this and show this broken man that he was loved, and that he cared and that things would get better.
And with that, he tangled his fingers in Ian’s hair and kissed him fervently as if his life depended on it. Ian was so caught off guard, that he toppled over onto the grimy floor, Anthony falling on top of him, lips still locked. Biting down hard on Ian’s lip, Anthony’s hands started to roam all over his body inducing moans from Ian and setting Anthony even more on edge. “Not so inexperienced, then.” Ian managed to gasp out in between passionate kisses. Anthony inwardly cheered and started slowing down his kisses. Ian was going insane, the kisses getting so maddeningly slow made it all the more sensual and erotic.
Within a matter of seconds both of their clothes were off and hands were roaming freely with no restrictions. It was a total battle of dominance. One moment Anthony would be on top of Ian and then the next the other way around. Finally Anthony claimed control and looked straight into Ian’s eyes. “You sure you want to do this? We could always stop now.” He said gravely. “Of course I’m sure. Would I be under you, naked, if I wasn’t?” Ian replied with assurance. And that was all Anthony needed, he spit on his hands seeing as it was their misfortune of being in a prison cell doing this, and he slowly entered Ian gradually. Anthony could see Ian’s poker face wearing thin as he penetrated deeper into him. “I’ll take care of you.” Anthony whispered sincerely, kissing Ian all over his face. As soon as he uttered those words out of his mouth, big, hot tears rolled down Ian’s face. He’d finally cracked, Anthony finally got through to him, to somebody. Anthony started moving inside of Ian and as he did, he could feel salty tears pouring down his cheeks as well at the realisation of how Ian was opening up to him. It was overwhelming, it was pure, it was love.
As they reached their climax and collapsed into a tousled, mess, bathing in their own ecstasy, they began to grasp that everything was going to be alright. Legs intertwined into each other, tangled in the sheets, Anthony stroked Ian’s hair. “I’ve made some unfortunate mistakes in my life and have had deep regrets, but never in my life, have I ever felt that something was so right, until now.” Anthony said softly. “We’ll make this work, I know we will. Thank you, for loving me.” Ian said quietly, Anthony almost had to strain his ears, afraid that it might’ve been the wind whispering outside. Yes, he’d be alright, they’d both be, he knew it.
- There’s A Hell, Believe Me, I’ve Seen It, There’s A Heaven, Let’s Keep It A Secret.