Asylum»Peterick

1//New Patient

I was a caretaker at an asylum; it was 1945 and the entire building was religious as fuck.

I believed in a religious being, I suppose, but I wasn't a catholic, like these psycho nuns running all over the place.

I was a caretaker for a mentally unstable man named Chris Moven, he recently passed away from something "natural".

I knew it wasn't natural, although he was getting older.

***

"Patrick Stump to Sister Mary's office, thank you." The intercom announced.

I sighed and got up to head to the upper level of this hellhole.

"Good afternoon, Sister Mary, what may I assist you with?" I asked.

"There's a new patient, he's supposedly a murderer, and a homosexual." The lady sighed.

Well, great, if only they knew I was gay, I'd be locked up in here too!

"What is this man's name?" I asked before they brought him into the office.

"Peter Kingston Wentz the Third, Pete for short." Sister Mary told me.

"Okay." The man came into the office dressed in a white straight jacket.

"Peter," she got his attention by speaking very firmly, "this man will be your caretaker, his name is Patrick, treat him respectfully please, and if you don't you will get several beatings from a stick of my choice." The woman said, pointing to a small wooden closet in the corner.

Pete gave me a smirk.

I ignored it.

I scanned Pete before we got shooed out of the office, he had black raven hair, whiskey colored eyes that were glazed by sadness, he was just a few inches taller than I was, and his arms were covered in ink.

(A/N: just fyi tattoos have been around since the 17hundreds so this is historically accurate)

"Okay, Pete, I will take you to your cell." I announced.

"Yes, sir." Pete answered with a hint of lust.

I took hold of the straight jacket and lead him out of the office.

"So, why do you think you're here?" I asked him, I knew I wasn't qualified to ask this question but I did it anyway.

"People accuse me of killing my brother, and I'm gay." He replied.

"Did you kill your brother?"

"No." He answered sadly.

"Well I believe you, and I don't think that you should be locked up here just because you like the same gender, we all want to have sex in some way, I guess." I said.

"Really?" He asked seeming hopeful of something.

"Yeah, someday in the future it's going to be completely normal and no one would care." I said to comfort him and myself.

We went silent once we reached the men's cell hall.

I brought him halfway down the isle and showed him his poorly lit cell with paper thin walls.

To be honest, I felt terrible for the people who had to be locked up here, they slept on a cot on the ground, got fed disgusting food that you would probably see in left over fesses, and were ignored almost the entire time. If they wanted to, they had the ability to talk through a wall to one another but most of the patients here are too mentally disabled to realize that. At least every five minutes you'd here a scream for no apparent reason, or the banging of a head on their concrete cell doors, and sometimes even the sounds of a loud suicide. It was a lot to cope with for myself, but I wanted to help these people, even if they were a criminal, not a single soul deserves to be put through this. The one thing that sickened me the most was the deaths here, most of them were suicide but most of the time an unlucky patient would be burned alive in a furnace to make extra room for newer patients. I didn't get why people would allow themselves to hurt another human being like that, it just makes me want to throw up.

"Well, here's your new home, I'll try to get you out of here as fast as I can, I'll be right back to get to know you better." I said, smiling sadly.

"Okay, what do you want me to do in the mean time?" He asked me.

"I don't know, just get used to your surroundings I suppose."

I ran out of the men's cell hall and got him some bread to chew on.

***

I talked with him for about 2 hours, he was a very interesting guy.

It finally lead up to the question I didn't want him to ask me.

"You seem obviously fine with gay people, are you gay?" He asked, eyes glistening.

I didn't want to answer truthfully, in case he told another caretaker or something, but I couldn't lie to him.

"Yeah, but no one besides you knows, please don't tell anyone." I begged.

"I won't." He promised.

"Well I gotta get home, unless you want to be comforted tonight." I offered.

I was the only caretaker who offered this to the patients, if they were stable enough, because I felt bad.

"If you wouldn't mind it, I would enjoy your company." He replied.

"Will do."

***

We talked for a few more hours after the lights were turned off then I was getting tired.

"I wanna go to bed, Pete, I think you should too." I told him, my eyes drooping.

He nodded and laid down on the cot, I forgot to get my own cot so I slept on his cot, trying to distance myself.

"I'm cold." I accidentally said out loud, "and the asylum doesn't offer blankets for multiple reasons."

"I bet I could fix that." Pete announced, putting his arms around my torso and pulling me closer to him.

I didn't care, no other caretaker was at the asylum, I could be having gay sex right now if I wanted to.

"Okay but I can't be here after 5:20 am, that's when all the other caretakers come." I said in a disappointed tone.

"Okay." He said.

***

It was 3:15 am and I noticed that Pete and I were spooning, I didn't mind it actually.

Pete was making noises in his sleep, mainly groans and breath hitches.

I buried myself closer to his body for more warmth and I felt a hard object move up into my-butt I guess, luckily I was wearing pants, but that doesn't mean I didn't get turned on, in fact I was actually holding onto my package.

Soon I would have to move Pete's hold, and I didn't want to.

(A/N: new story yaass

So this is a different kind of fic, again like my last one, not realistic at all. Or at least I'm pretty sure Patrick and Pete weren't alive in 1945...

I hope to anyone who is reading will keep reading and enjoy my story ^-^

Bye now!

-Bianca)