Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is a work of erotic fan fiction.  I claim no ownership of any
characters in this fic; no depictions are meant as accurate reflections of
the celebrities on which these characters are based.  I have changed the
situations so much that I think (hope!) this can be enjoyed without needing
to know anything about the real people.

   I also claim no historical accuracy.  Anachronisms abound for the sake
of this depravity.

   Story codes: celeb, humil, medic, bd, enem, slash, span

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   Louis saw much more of Zayn over the next few days.  He joined in their
football matches during free time, and before long it was like he had been
there all along.  Louis, Zayn, and Aiden became something of a trio, an odd
group in an equally odd place.  They ate together, hung out in the
courtyard, and were by far the most animated of the patients in the nursing
home.  Louis had met a handful of other friendly boys--a Matt, a Nick, and
a Jack--but he found himself consistently drawn to Aiden's brash
cheerfulness and Zayn's quiet witticisms.

   He couldn't shake Aiden's musing from the day of Zayn's arrival--did
Zayn fancy boys?  Louis thought at first that there was no way, but the
more time he spent around him, he was starting to change his mind.  Hell,
even Louis wasn't entirely sure who he liked anymore.  There were more than
a few boys in the home close to his age that he wouldn't protest kissing,
he thought.

   About a week after Zayn arrived, Louis and Aiden ran out to the
courtyard for their hour of exercise, the football at their feet.

   "Right then, who's on?" Aiden called out, kicking the ball over to
Louis.

   Louis looked to Zayn.  "Are you with me, loyal teammate?" he teased.

   Zayn shook his head, frowning a bit and sitting under a tree near the
corner of the courtyard, and said something Louis couldn't hear.  Louis
kicked the football back to Aiden and ran after Zayn.  "Sorry, excuse me?"

   "I don't feel great today," Zayn repeated, moving a hand down to his
stomach.  "Don't know if it was something I ate, or what, but I don't think
I feel like playing today.  I'm sorry."

   Louis glanced back to the boys gathered around Aiden.  "It's alright,"
he said, sitting down next to Zayn.  The grass was soft, a surprisingly
comfortable cushion for his constantly sore bum.

   "You don't have to stay." Zayn pointed to Aiden, who was waving Louis
over.  "They want you to play."

   Louis shrugged.  "Yeah, but you don't have to sit here all by yourself."
He leaned back against the tree, his body in the shade, and for the first
time he got a real good look at the courtyard.  It was a nice size, about
half the size of a football pitch, with oak trees lining the perimeter. 
The grass was trampled in the center, where they had been playing and
running, but where he and Zayn were sitting, it was lush and green.  If it
weren't for the tall stone wall surrounding the trees, it might have been
mistaken for someone's private backyard.

   "Nice," Zayn mused beside him.

   "What do you mean?"

   "The courtyard, I mean.  Not--what goes on."

   "It is," Louis agreed.  "And the whole building, too.  All fancy and
elegant.  You would never guess what goes on in here."

   "Aren't people like that too, though?" Zayn said quietly, making Louis
pause.

   "I suppose so," he said after a moment's thought, looking over to his
friend.  "People always told me I looked like a perfect angel.  Clearly
that isn't true."

   Zayn chuckled, looking up from a leaf in his hands to meet Louis' gaze.
"Really?  I thought you looked like a bit of a troublemaker when I first
met you."

   "Me, a troublemaker?" Louis pulled an expression of fake shock.  "I'm
offended you think so."

   Zayn laughed again, and Louis had the brief thought to look away but
before he could make a decision, Zayn had leaned forward and pressed a
tight-lipped, nervous kiss to Louis' lips.

   The whole thing was over in two seconds, leaving Louis stunned where he
sat.  "I--"

   "I'm sorry," Zayn muttered, sliding away from Louis to leave more space
between them.  "I shouldn't have done that."

   "No, I..." Louis blinked.  "I'm not cross with you about it."

   "You aren't?" Zayn raised an eyebrow in disbelief.  "Have you ever
kissed a boy before?"

   Louis shook his head.  "Have you?"

   "Yeah, a couple of times at school."

   A minute's silence.  Louis felt like he should say something, assure
Zayn that it wasn't a bad thing.  "But it--you--I didn't mind it," he added
quickly.

   "Does that mean you didn't mind it but you wouldn't do it ever again, or
you didn't mind it because you would do it again?" Zayn looked more nervous
with everything Louis said, and maybe he was approaching this whole thing
the wrong way.  It seemed he managed to make a bigger mess every time he
used his words, so instead, Louis stood up on his knees to close the gap
and kiss Zayn this time.

   Their lips met in a clash of confidences, Zayn's relaxed and Louis'
stiff with apprehension.  He supposed it was really no different from
kissing a girl, but their mouths were always so soft, so pliant and
sweet-scented.  Zayn was more solid, giving it back just as much, tasting
more raw.

   Again, it was Zayn who pulled back, eyes immediately darting around to
see if any nurses were watching them.  "Louis, we can't be caught," he said
in a low voice, biting the inside of his cheek.  "If anyone sees us...we'll
be punished in front of everyone."

   "I know," Louis replied, settling back into his former seat.  "I don't
think anyone saw us, though."

   "Troublemaker, I knew it," Zayn teased him.

   "I prefer the term `brave soul,'" Louis retorted, and they burst into
laughter as the clock chimed to signal the end of exercise hour.

   Despite Zayn's initial worry that they'd be caught, both boys soon found
themselves behind that oak tree during their free hour every day.  They
would kiss, nothing more, but the thrill that came from simply kissing was
something Louis had never felt before in his life.  He knew they were
really tempting fate, that they'd be caught one day, but he was too caught
up in the danger and the excitement to really pay it much mind

   It was a Sunday, four days after their first kiss.  As usual, Louis
slipped behind the oak tree, and once Zayn had joined him, the two would
waste no time, meeting in the middle to taste each other once again. 
However, that day, their luck ran out.

   Three things happened at once: Zayn's hand moved from where it was
resting on Louis' hip to his bum, Louis gasped, and a low, dangerous voice
came from somewhere above them demanding to know what was going on.  Louis
jumped back half a foot, feeling his heart rate surge.

   They'd been caught.

   Doctor Styles himself was standing above them, arms crossed and green
eyes dark with barely concealed impatience.  "Answer me when I ask you a
question," he said, the even tone of his voice scaring Louis more than a n
outright shout would have.

   "N-Nothing, Doctor Styles, Sir," Zayn piped up, wringing his hands in
his lap and mumbling to the ground.

   "Do not lie to me, Zayn.  What is going on?"

   Louis gulped.  Behind the doctor, he could see everyone else in the
courtyard looking at them.  A few leaned in to whisper to each other; Louis
could see Aiden's face, an ashen mask of fear.  "We were only kissing,
Harry."

   For a long moment, the doctor said nothing.  Then: "Get up and follow
me."

   Head bowed in embarrassment, Louis scampered after Harry, Zayn right
behind him.  Harry led them both to a door they'd never seen the other side
of, not far from the main office.  Louis could only guess it was Harry's
office.  Harry's degrees sat on his desk, displayed in frames, and the
whole room was painted a very pale green.  Harry circled the room to sit
behind his desk before pointing to the two chairs on the other side.

   "Sit."

   Louis pulled up one of the wooden chairs, wincing at the drag of the
furniture legs on the floor, and sat, while Zayn did the same next to him.
He opened his mouth to apologise, but Harry cut him off with a wave.

   "I saw with my own eyes what you two were doing.  Clearly, you both need
a reminder of why you are here.  You are here because you lack
self-control, and based on the behaviour I just witnessed, neither of you
are learning.  Tomorrow, you will be punished in the courtyard with
everyone in attendance.  I will not reveal the details of the punishment
yet, as I need to discuss it with Doctor Payne.  After breakfast in the
morning, you are to come back here.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes." Louis swallowed thickly, already beginning to sicken himself
imagining the punishment they would receive.

   "The rest of your free time is forfeited, and you each should expect
double treatments for the remainder of the day.  Go back to your rooms."

   Wordlessly, Louis and Zayn got up, eager to get out of the office and
away from the doctor.

   "I'm sorry," Louis whispered as they climbed the stairs to their floor.
"I never should have insisted we keep going."

   "No, don't blame yourself.  It's my fault as well," Zayn said with a
sigh as he reached his door.  "Perhaps tomorrow won't be so terrible."

   "I hope."

   Zayn's door swung shut, and Louis sprinted back to his room as quickly
as the plug in his arse would allow him.