I love you, Frankie.
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Frank didn't sleep at all that night. His arm was sore from being held above his head for so long and Gerard's last words were still ringing through his skull. He had been crying for the first hour or so, but the tears were now drying around his eyes, creating an annoying crust.
After Gerard had left Frank in his room, Frank heard him screaming and shouting in rage downstairs. It was something along the lines of "Dirty good-for-nothing bastard! I do everything for him! Why can't he love me instead!" The last part had confused Frank, making him cry even more when he'd hear the crashes of Gerard throwing things at walls.
Now the house was eerily quiet. Frank wondered whether Gerard had calmed down or passed out. He could hear the faucet dripping in the bathroom down the hall and it was driving him crazy, plus the fact that it was so dark in the room that Frank couldn't even see his own hand in front of his face.
"Gerard?" He called out softly.
"Gerard?" He said again, this time louder.
He heard loud footsteps stomping up the stairs and Gerard mumbling to himself as he made his way down the hallway. The door slammed open, hitting the wall next to it with a bang. "What." It wasn't a question but a statement.
Gerard looked horrible. His face was grey and his long hair was tangled and sticking up in random places. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips cracked. His right hand was bright red from punching so many walls.
"Can you please un-cuff me?" Frank pleaded. "I can't feel my arm."
"No. Too bad," Gerard grunted angrily, turning to leave before quickly turning back around as Frank burst into tears. Frank didn't know what had gotten into him; he just cracked.
"Puh-please Gerard! I'm so s-sorry! I didn't mean to h-hurt y-you!"
Gerard's expression softened and he rushed over to Frank, taking his face in his hands and shushing him like a mother would with her baby. "Hey sugar, it's alright. It's okay. Don't cry. Please don't cry. C'mon Frankie, please don't cry!"
The tears kept pouring down Frank's face and loud sobs were emitting from his mouth. He was shaking violently and his hair was stuck to his face.
Frank's sobs stopped abruptly when he felt something pressed against his lips. Frank's eyes snapped open to see Gerard's face in front of his, pressing his lips against Frank's. Unconsciously, Frank began kissing back, closing his eyes. He felt Gerard bring his hand up and run it through Frank's dark hair before Frank realized what he was doing and pulled away sharply, smacking his head against the headboard.
Gerard slowly opened his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "I might have to break that promise of not touching you until you're eighteen," He whispered breathily, moving in towards Frank once again.
Frank's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he curled into a ball against the headboard, trying in vain to move as far away from Gerard as he could.
The older man climbed on top of the younger, taking his chin between two fingers. "Don't worry, sugar, I'll make it feel real good."
Frank's breathing increased rapidly as he brought his free hand back, forming a fist and throwing it at Gerard, nailing him in the mouth. Gerard instantly brought his hand up to his now bleeding lip, staring at the blood on his palm. "Oh, you shouldn't have done that," He hissed, grabbing Frank by the hair and smacking his head against the headboard.
Dazed, Frank watched helplessly as Gerard took his free hand in his grasp, opening the handcuffs and threading them through the headboard, clicking them back around both Frank's wrists. Gerard reached into the back pocket of his skinny jeans, bringing out the pocket knife he kept there. He brought it to Frank's throat, laying the blade against the delicate skin, pressing down just hard enough to draw blood.
"Beg me not to go deeper," He demanded.
Frank groaned in pain. "Please don't."
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?"
"Please!" Frank sobbed. "Please don't hurt me!"
Gerard patted the boy's cheek. "That's better. Now sit there like a good boy. I'll try not to make this hurt too much."
Just as Gerard began trying to unbutton Frank's pants, the doorbell rang downstairs. Gerard's eyes narrowed and he let out a huff, getting up off the petrified boy beneath him. "Saved by the bell."
He got up and exited the room, leaving an extremely distraught Frank in his wake. The boy heard voices coming from downstairs and the door shut, Gerard's footsteps marching back up the stairs. He re-entered the room.
"UPS guy," He mumbled, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking Frank's hands from the bed. He immediately jumped to the other side of the room, cowering against the wall. "Oh, Frankie," He pouted, walking over to where the boy was trying to disappear into the wall. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." He leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips then stopped, only to move forward and stop again. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, pacing. He grabbed fistfuls of his hair, his eyes wide and crazed.
"You want to kiss him. No you don't. No, you want to feel him, hear him scream. No! You want to kill him! No I don't! Yes you do! No, I love him! Shut up! I'm not the one talking! You are! Stop it!" Gerard screamed, gripping his hair so tight it looked as if he'd pull it all out in a matter of seconds. Frank watched with wide, terrified eyes as his kidnapper argued with himself.
Gerard collapsed to the floor, gripping his ebony hair and rocking back and forth. He screamed over and over again, tears flowing from his eyes. "Stop it! Get out of my head!" He screeched. He turned to Frank, causing the younger boy to flinch.
Frank took one look at Gerard's face, seeing something he never saw there before; something young and innocent and scared. The man slowly crawled over to where Frank was sitting, caressing his cheek in his silky palm. His hazel eyes no longer burned with hate and desire, but with innocence and fear. He slowly parted his chapped lips, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Am I crazy, Frankie?"
"I don't know, Gerard," Frank whispered. He knew he was crazy, of course he did. But he wasn't going to tell him that.
Gerard snuggled into Frank's chest, breathing in the smell of fabric softener. He sighed in contentment. "I love you, Frankie."
Frank leaned down to kiss the the top of the older man's head. "I love you too, Gerard."
In that minute, maybe, just maybe, Frank really did love Gerard.