behind bars

chapter one

The photo is of Connor Ford, he's the main character. The point of view will shift between Connor and our other character, Zander Anderson. 

This story will have mature content such as boy on boy smut scenes, cursing, and violence. If this is not something you prefer to see then I wouldn't go any further than chapter one.

Enjoy-

Conner

***Flashback***

I couldn't breath. I'd probably been holding my breathe for 10 minutes as I stared down at my step fathers limp body. The bloody baseball bat fell from my right hand with a clank against the wooden floors of my living room. My mother stood behind me, a shocked expression written across her red puffy face. She'd been crying.

Only 30 minutes before this whole thing went down, I'd walked in on the man beating my mother. The scary thing was, I'd never ever seen him act this way until now. He'd never risen his voice or a hand to my mother, or that I'd known of, at least.

I was almost sure that the neighbors had called the cops, because without warning the police rushed into the house. One ran to my mother while the other tackled me to the ground, where he straddled my lower back and handcuffed my hands securely.

"No! Take those off of my son!" I heard my mother scream as the officer yanked me from the ground harshly. He cited the Miranda rights to me as he guided me out of the house. One officer stayed with my mother, I was sure of it. While two escorted me to a police car.

"Lean against the vehicle, with your back towards me." The officer ordered. Of course, I obliged. I hadn't said a word this whole time, it was probably a good thing I didn't. Pleading innocent right now would probably only aggravate them.

Quickly, the officer patted me down. He checked for any weapons or whatever else could be a threat to anyone. After that, he lowered me into the back seat where I sat silently, staring at my house.

After the officer got into the driver side and turned the vehicle on, he looked at me through the rear view mirror. "I'm taking you down to the station. On the way there, I need you to tell me everything that went on from the beginning." He ordered. I gulped as I looked at him.

***Now***

The realization had hit me before, but it hadn't hit as hard as it had just now, as I was walking in a long line of new prisoners who'd just stepped off the correctional facilities buses. Sure, the killing of my step father was an accident, I hadn't meant for him to die. But I was the one who repeatedly smashed the bat into his head, it was almost inevitable that he would have died.

And so hear I was, staring straight ahead as other inmates whistled, and cat called at all of us newbies. I had to admit I felt extremely uncomfortable. Sure, I was openly gay. Though I had absolutely no sexual attraction to any of these.. old, fat... greasy men. They'd probably not showered in months. The thought made me want to vomit. 

Suddenly, one if the officers dropped a hand on my shoulder roughly. He turned my body to the side, facing a cell that had just opened. "This is your cell, boy." He said with a loud, intimidating voice. With a forceful shove, I was suddenly inside and the door slammed. I immediately pushed myself against the cold, iron bars. I curled my fingers around them and watched as the officer walked away. "Sir! Wait don't-"

"Save it, fresh meat." I paused at the voice. It was raspy, it sounded as if he hadn't talked in a couple days. The voice was also sexy and made me wonder who the owner was. I slowly looked over my shoulder at the source of the voice.

One of his long legs hung off the top bunk as he was looking in my direction. He had a book in his hands, I couldn't really tell what book it was though. His jumpsuit sleeves were pushed up and the first top two buttons were carelessly opened up. His hair was a mess on his head and there were dark circles around his eyes. Honestly, he looked a mess. Though he looked like a hot mess.

"I'm not- I cant-" I stuttered helplessly as tears started welling up in my chocolate brown eyes. The sighed and rolled his eyes as if he'd been through this a hundred times.

"Just shut up kid, don't start fucking crying. You're only embarrassing yourself. Now I know 'you didn't do it', or some bullshit like that. But it's done now," with a thud against the concrete floor, he jumped down and slowly started walking towards me, "you're in here, there's no getting out. There's no sense in crying or whining about it. Might as well just accept it."

I blinked away my tears as he spoke, backing away from him but there was nothing but iron bars behind me. So quickly, I slipped away and began shuffling to the other side of the cell. He only switched directions, following me once more.

With a quick movement he grabbed the front of my jump suit, shoving me harshly into the grey painted brick wall, "what could you have possibly done? You're so young.. So innocent. So untouched." The man dropped one hand to my hip, grazing his fingers against the fabric. I quickly inhaled, closing my eyes tightly, my jaw clenching. I knew my whole face was pink, I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.

This is exactly what I had expected, I knew something like this would happen. I just knew it.

"Please, stop touching me..." I whimpered softly, scared to move or even raise my voice.

With a chuckle, he let go of me, but stayed as close as he was before. I could feel his breath fanning over the top of my head, "and a little bit of a prude I see." He muttered as he walked back to his bunk, climbing up into it. He picked his book up and began reading once more.

Welp, there's chapter one! Expect chapter two in the next couple of days. Tell me what you think? Suggestions please?