I've read quite a few prison based fics and I really wanted to write one of my own, I'll try keep it original and interesting:) this isn't the story I've been working on, I literally just started writing it about an hour ago.

Chapter 1

Brendans pov

It's my 50th day in this hellhole, I don't keep track but my cell mate does and it latches on, somehow becomes interesting since there's nothing else to do.

Fifty days of me paying for a crime I didn't even commit. It all started when I started working for Danny Houston, he found out about my lifestyle. My thing with men, even though I had a wife and kids back at home. I got caught out though, He witnessed me with Vincent. His barman.

At first he kept quiet but eventually he admitted that he knew, blackmailed me, made me do every dodgy deal going and I kept my mouth shut. Until something went bad the police somehow got involved.

Danny said I messed everything up. I know I didn't though, he probably fucked the wrong people over. Next thing I knew I was getting dragged out of my bed at daft hours saying I was under arrest. For murder, I had been charged with killing Vincent.

Danny exploited my secret to Ellen, she visited me after my second week. Told me she knew, she looked disgusted talking to me. The rest is a blur, it was posted all over the papers. Closet queer arrested for murder on secret gay lover.

The only person that still even bothers to visit me is Cheryl, not often its hard with the time difference, her being in Ireland and me being in England.

This is a more secure, low key jail. Groups of maybe thirty in each block, which means news travels around fast. Only problem is separating the truth from lies. There's a newbie coming today, a lot of the guys are hyped up for 'fresh meat'. It makes my skin crawl thinking of the stuff that goes in here.

I'm sitting in the canteen at lunch, Earl sitting across from me. When I see a sandy coloured haired boy walking in, a guard escorting him around.

The boy looks in his early twenties, lean looking thing, piercing blue eyes. Sun kissed skin, perfect curvy arse cheeks. He reminds me of Vincent, the thought makes me grit my teeth but there's something different about this lad something that's got me intrigued.

I'm not the only one with there eyes on him I notice, the rooms in silence which happens very seldom. Earl leans over and whispers to me.

"That's the new boy" he explains as if it wasn't obvious, "You heard what he's in for?"

"I guessed, and yeah heard a few stories though." I reply, he doesn't look like the type of nutter he's getting made out to be.

"Supposedly he killed his mum." he says "You've gotta be fucked up to do that right?"

I feel sick, thinking something as innocent looking as this boy could do something like that. Just goes to show you, don't read a book by its cover.

Some lad with dark hair walks over to the boy, smiling at him warmly. I finish the rest of my food without paying attention to him.

After lunch the guards let us do what we want, which is three options. Gym, outdoor activities or library. I settle for the library knowing I'll maybe get some peace in there.

I get in don't take much notice of anyone, I decide to read some book about the war. I choose a table with a few different seats, the fair haired boy from earlier is sat in one of the chairs but doesn't acknowledge me.

The whole rooms in silence and I manage to go through a chapter before getting bored. I look up at the boy, he's frowning looking at the page, his teeth biting hard at his bottom lip.

"So whats your story?" I ask , the boy jumps and looks up at me, it's then I notice his eyelashes, perfectly long and curved.

He looks around before replying "Ya talking to me?" his accent is so pronounced, I can feel goosebumps rising on my arms.

"Yeah" I reply in a gruff voice,

"Eh ya mean why am I ere?" he mutters looking back down. I grunt as a reply.

His face hardens before he sighs "I killed me mum." I go to reply, telling the boy he's a psychopath and that's coming from me but the he interrupts "She had cancer, she asked me to"

I properly look at the boy, he looks shaken. I suppose though he's in jail, for putting someone he cared about out of misery, he must be terrified.

"What age are ye kid?" I ask

He looks up at me then smirks, "Kid? Ya don't even know what age I am!"

I chuckle a bit and I'm glad not many people come here, it feels as though this is private. "Right go on then what age?"

"22" he sighs rubbing his face.

"So yeah your getting called kid" I smirk.

He looks at me pout on his face, a glint in his eye he didn't have five minutes ago, "Ste's fine."

"Ste?" I ask, what the hell is that.

"Yeah, me name.." he says,

"Okay. So Steven it is then?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

He tuts "Nobody calls me Steven but. It's like an old mans name init?"

"Hmm I'm not so sure" I say back small smile on my lips, "Names Brendan"

"Yeah I know who ya are" he says

"Ye read about me in the papers then?" I say rubbing my forehead.

"Yeah" he says looking awkward, "There was a lot of bother cause someone where I stayed done this hate campaign about ya.. Probably best not to say"

"A hate campaign?" I murmur, I had never been told about this.

"Yeah, cos well.. Ya supposedly killed your boyfriend" he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Supposedly?" I say looking at him, I don't know what he means by that, he frowns again.

"Well ya don't seem like the phsyco you got made out to be." he sighs, he stands and get up "It's nowt of my business anyway"

"I didn't do it" I murmur, "I hurt people, I've hurt a lot of people but murder is never a line I would cross" I don't know why I tell Steven but it feels good having someone that doesn't seem to think your a looney.

He nods his head, "Better get back, I don't even know where my cell is yet."

"I'll see ye around Steven" I say to him, I can't help but watch his arse as he walks away. He turns back and notices what I was doing before smirking at me and shaking his head.

Then he's away out the door and gone. I know I shouldn't want him but I do, I've not been with anyone since Vincent. Partly because I feel like people would probably only sleep with me in here to get some sort of power or protection.

When I get back to my cell the wardens there. She looks at me her lips tight. "Brian's been injured, he's in surgery."

"Does that mean I'm getting a room to myself for a while" I say dryly back at her, I can't stand the woman Elizabeth Ryan. The woman that thinks she owns all of us, even of she does that doesn't make her anything special.

"I'm afraid not, as you know we've got a new one today. He's a slip of a boy will get eaten up alive in here, I'm putting him in with you" she says, regret already written all over her face.

Sharing a cell with Steven gets me thinking of all the different positions I could have him in, he could be my new favourite pass time until I get bored. God can't tempt me this much if he didn't expect me to act on these thoughts.

"Your putting him in with me why?" I ask.

"Well we don't have much choice, there isn't exactly any spare cells going at the moment." she huffs and I can tell she really doesn't want to do this.

It's clearly just a coincidence that Steven needs a cell and my cell mate gets injured. Wrong timing or the right timing I'm not sure of that yet.

Soon after the warden leaves warning me. I sit on my bed staring up at the ceiling only looking away when I hear feet shuffling and Steven walking in and giving me a small smile.

I nod my head back at him while the guard explains to him this is his cell, bed. Telling him the routine before fucking off.

I know it's going to be torture being in a room alone with this boy the full night considering my thoughts on him already.