St. Bartholomew's Correctional Facility

Chapter 1 - Welcome to St. Bart's.


Generally, I didn’t really mind that I was here. These places are less for the people who get sent and more for the people that do the sending. My parents can’t deal with me screwing my piano teacher, they send me to a place where they won’t have to think about me screwing the piano teacher. For my Mother more about not thinking about walking in on said act. The entrance was one where you can’t see the actual building, with large gates and a wall taller than the average person. The taxi drove past the large black sign with the gold forbidding letters of ‘ST. BARTHOLOMEW’S CORRECTION FACILITY’.
The front drive was very long, with mostly trees and small ditches by the side of the path. None of it was green, mid december wasn’t kind to the shrubbery around the road to my prison. I thought it was a prison, they can’t bang you up for it anymore so they send you to a stately home with a barbarian psychiatric doctor and your done. You can rid your hands of the child that has humiliated you so, by maybe running naked from the music room through the hall and out onto the streets of Kensington... for example.
As the building came into view, I knew that this was it, I couldn’t pay the driver to go back take me anywhere but here and I couldn’t run because that drive was too long for no-one to catch me. The large red double doors and the dark brick both dulled by the constant drizzle were it for me, for 6 months. 6 months. Fuck, 6 months I’d been sleeping with Andrew for longer than that. It took me longer than expected to get my grade 8 certificate, myself and Andrew always found ourselves in somewhat distracting circumstances.

“Hello! James?” The muffled and blurry figure asked from the other side of the car window. My nod was a little dumb founded as the door opened to see one of the prettiest boys I had ever seen in my life. I don’t keep a tally but I could tell through my mental portfolio that this was a different class of queen. He shook my hand and paid the driver what I was sure was far too many notes to be the amount that was needed. This theory was only strengthened by the driver getting the bags out of the boot and by my side within minutes.

“Boys?” The beauty said without breaking eye contact with me, as I stepped out of the car. Two young boy, clearly in their early teens were quick to carry my things in through the red doors and disappear within seconds. He smiled and I realised that we was waiting for me to say something. Slightly dumbfounded by the white blonde, perfect skin and fucking blue eyes, I didn’t really know what to say.

“Um, yeh. You are?” Good, good choice let him talk again, then it’ll look like your interested when you’re really reeling in his looks.

“You can call me Bee,” he said breaking eye contact with me and nodding at the taxi driver. “That’ll be all thanks.” He said to him waving and then turning back to me. “I’m Head Boy, sorry Mr. Mattews couldn’t be here to properly take you in and stuff but he’s... quite busy. Start of term stuff.” He said walking me to the door and giving me a sly smile with his last words.

The hall way was spectacular, floor to ceiling windows with long red velvet curtains and a white floor with lush rugs and lockers along one long wall that seemed to lead to a corridor. It was all very grand with busy people, mostly students, walking around and looking happy. Happy? I didn’t think I’d use that word, but I did.

“The boys have taken your stuff to your dorm, I’m afraid you’ll be sharing, only me and JJ get private rooms. I’m pretty sure you’ll only have one roommate though, we don’t have many borders this year. These are the lockers, believe me you’ll need one, you don’t wanna run up and down all those stairs every hour and a half. What are you taking?” To be honest, I’d gotten lost in his talking. he seemed to care free, so charming, so not in a correctional facility. I didn’t really know what to say, I had to go over what he’d said just to come up with something coherent.

“Art, Literature, Classical History and French.” I said really trying to concentrate on the conversation this time. The room around me was just so distracting, so beautiful. Incredible.

“Heavy, You’ll be with me from French and Literature but you’re on your own otherwise. I’ll take you to your first class but first I have to take you to Mrs. Thwate for your schedule and book list first.” H lead me down the corridor with the lockers where there were a lot more people and a lot of pairs of eyes, with hushed voices and smiling faces and most of them seemed perfectly normal not like they were being ‘treated’ at all.

“Oi! Beautiful!” I heard from behind me, I didn’t turn around, I’m not one for confrontation on the first day. But Bee put his hand out against my chest to stop me and gave me a little smile and a role of the eyes before beaming up at the tall, dark and broodingly gorgeous creature stood about four foot away.
As the amazon man made his way through the significantly shorter people around him, Bee’s face lightened and lightened. I don’t think I’ve seen someone have ‘in love’ tattooed all over their face but I’m sure I saw a glimpse of ink before his face was smooshed and melded at the lips with the gorgeous dark man.

I didn’t know what to do, I’ve seen boys kiss but I wasn’t expecting to see that for the rest of my days here. I thought they’d all be whispered and talked about but everyone seemed to get on with their business while a little group of people clustered around them looking decidedly bored and a little disgusted. As they came up for air, Bee realised what he was meant to be doing and grabbed my arm so I was closer to him. When I was close enough to smell him I knew that scent. Marc Jocobs’ Lola. My favorite, especially on men.

“Oliver meet James, he’s the new border. He’s in with you and Spider this term.” Bee beamed at me and paused for me to take him in. There are couples where they know how beautiful their other half is. “James this is Oliver, he’s mine.” Oliver kissed Bee’s forehead and made a pining face.

“Bee I haven’t seen you since you left this morning and now you flaunt your new project infront of me just before I have to get to Art? Whore.” He said giving me smile and a wink and then returning all his attention back to Bee. the devotion in his eyes was startling, the fact that they were being so open about their, relationship? was confusing to say the least especially as they were here to not be affectionate with men whatsoever.

“Slut. I just have to take him to Thwate and then drop him off with you in Art and I’m free next period if you need me to remind you what I left this morning.” I blushed furiously. It was less the innuendo and more the groping of Oliver’s crotch though. I wasn’t that innocent.

“Fine” he said petulantly. “So you like art?” he said to me but still looking at Bee. If I had the choice between me and Bee I would choose him, I didn’t blame him in the slightest.

“Umm yeh... kind of.”

“Well we’ll see what your made of soon.” He said winking at me again and then smiling at Bee kissing him on the nose and leaving through a door to the right.

I didn’t really talk at all on our way to the office at the end of the hall. Didn’t really concentrate on Mrs. Thwate’s advice or what she told me about getting to and from lessons and even when Bee dropped me off at the Art lesson I wasn’t really thinking about what was happening. I was concentrating too much on why this school didn’t have a doctor, or a psychiatrist or atleast a very stern member of staff. Everyone seemed nice and relaxed about being affectionate, I had seen atleast 3 couples kissing goodbyes on our way to the classroom alone. I gormlessly sat down on my chair next to oliver before he chimed in.

“Nobody gets it when they get here.”

“What?”

“It’s not a correctional facility, it’s an acceptance school.”

Oliver seemed very nonchalent, I had had a teary goodbye with some of my favorite dildos and he’s telling me that I can be as queer as I want? This is ridiculous.

The art class seemed to be the same syllabus as I did last year at my old school and so about fifteen minutes in I relaxed and just started doodling on the sketchbook I had picked up on my way into the room. We were told that the people next to us would be our still life models for the rest of term and that our grades would be marked separately but it would be noted how we worked as a team. I was glad that I had already met Oliver before this class, because to be perfectly honest even now that he had spoken to me I was still extremely intimidated by his form. I had never seen someone my age look so chisled, so muscled and without any sign of awkward teenage years that I was still trying to get rid of. He had already started to draw my eyes and I had started with is hair, I tried to get the shine of his jet black hair just right before he started to actually talk to me.

“So, you have a boyfriend?” He said, he was straight to the point I suppose but he still seemed so relaxed so care free. Boys I knew, even gay guys I knew didn’t talk about that stuff in school - there again everyone in this school was gay, so I supposed they didn’t really have to have any shame.

“No.” I said still working my pencil over the parchment paper, still trying to not look at his face so that he wouldn’t see my terror from his physical form.

“Oh, cos usually when you’re sent here - you’ve already come out to your parents and shit. Nobody usually comes out unless they’re in a relationship.” He said, pointed musing in his voice. he had obviously been at this school for a very long time and I wondered just how many kids he’d seen be thrown in this place and just how many he’d seen come out the other end.

“Nah, my Mum caught me blowing my piano teacher over the summer.” I said, not really thinking what I was saying. It was a good two seconds when Oliver didn’t reply that I realised exactly what I said and looked at him for the first time with a furious blush across my cheeks and a look of regret across my features.

“...wow. I really wasn’t expecting that from you. You seemed so flustered before in the hallway... wait. That’s beautiful.” He said, looking at me a little in awe and then with shock as he saw my drawing of his face. It was by no means perfect but it was beautiful. There again, he did have a beautiful face. I smiled sheepishly and decided that if he was impressed by my exploits, then I didn’t have to act coy.

“You are beautiful. Anyway, so my mum couldn’t handle it and Dad’s head basically exploded so my Mum got the number of this place and two weeks later here I am.” I said, looking him in the eye and realsing that he wasn’t so horrifying after all. His features were soft and his eyes were caring, they looked like blue icing and seemed to be really interested in what I had to say. I think I decided that in that moment, that Oliver was going to be my best chance at a friend in this place.

The art lesson when on perfectly normally, Oliver told me that he was sent here by his Aunt three years ago, which meant he must have been fourteen. he had kissed the boy who lived next door to him and that boy had told his mother who had called his Aunt a whore. Then he ended up here through a woman at his Aunt’s church. I didn’t ask why he didn’t live with his mother and why it had been his aunt who had done all this, it seemed to me that it must have been personal especially when he spoke about his aunt in such bitter way. When the bell went, Oliver took my timetable from out of my hand and read it over.

“You have a free with me and the rest now, so if you want to meet some people that are overly interested in each other’s lives then you’re free to come to the horticulture lab with us?” He said it and gave me the timetable back and I followed him to whatever a horticulture lab was but i wasn’t really thinking until we got there. I had never seen such a beautiful place in my entire life. There were flowers every where and as we walked through there were some of the most stereotypical gays I have ever seen. It seemed this was the tredding ground of the older students here and as I followed Oliver through a set of glass doors and onto some sort of roof terrace I saw Bee again, surrounded by 3 other guys and possibly the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.

“So James, you already know Bee.” Oliver said pointing to his boyfriend and walking over the sit next to him on the small bench they were crowded around. “This is Spider, he’ll be your other room mate and I can’t tell you just how sorry I am about that.” He said laughing and giving the other boy a small punch to the arm. Spider was very, very tall. Taller than Oliver, he was spindly and I could see where he got the nickname spider from. he had bleach blonde hair and extremely green eyes that sparked with laughter as he hugged me and went back to sit on the lap of another tall boy.

“This is Nathaniel, James.” Spider said with a tone of voice people usually save for being in church or you know, the gym.” Nathaniel was tan and his colouring completely juxtaposed with Spiders. They seemed to be the yin and yang of eachotehre as the sat very close to eachotehr and held whispered conversations.

“Hi, I’m Charlie!” said a boy who was significantly smaller then the other boys. About the same height as Bee, he had a wonderful smile and had eyes that seemed to look into your head and see exactly what you are thinking. Charlie sat down and watched the beautiful one who was sat on the floor with his back against the edge of bench, waiting for him to introduce himself. Charlie sighed and flicked the back of the boy’s head giving me and wink and obviously deciding that he needed to talk for the god like man on the ground. “This is Alex. He doesn’t talk much.” Charlie laughed as Alex turned to give him a sneer that only made the boy’s smile flicker for a second.

“Umm, yeh Hi!” I said, not exactly sure what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes of Alex. His blonde hair and dark honey coloured eyes my insides melt and my tongue hang out. His skin was flawless and looked like it tasted as good as it looked. He looked like he tasted of bad things, like dark chocolate and brown sufar and golden syrup. he looked like he was bad for me, like the sexiest man I’d ever seen and would ever see.

“We know, he’s beautiful.” Bee whispered into my ear from behind me. I’m sure no-one else noticed he had even spoke to me. “Well boys, as usual it has been riveting.” He said loudly so the group could hear him. “But I am afraid I do have a prior engagement.” He said giving Oliver and come hither look and then they were gone. I turned to look at the other guys and they looked so ingrossed in whatever they were doing I just sat down on the ground next to Alex and tried to look cool. Like his beauty wasn’t affecting me and trying to move my limbs into a position that wouldn’t show my massive erection that he had created.

“ I do talk,” he said not even looking at me but quiet enough that only I could hear. “It’s just that I don’t really talk when I know there is no need to.”

“That’s good,” I smiled at him, talking in a pitch that betrayed my efforts to look cool and collected. “Because I talk too much for my own good sometimes.” His smile back was miniscule but I saw it. It blinded me from anything else around just me and him.

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