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WOWWW. : ))) Thanks for the ratings and reviews last chapter guys! : D I really appreciate it! I just found out that I got the guy who broke my heart suspended from his work. Hah. That dirty liar deserves it. I do believe that this is the first time that karma's ever been on my side. Anyways, I hope this chapter is as good as the last chapter was! Please read, review, and rate this chapter too. Thanks babes.


-Finch

P.s.- Sorry about that weird thing that happened earlier. I have no idea what was going on but I guess you guys couldn't see it, so I just uploaded the chapter again. : ))

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After the funeral we couldn't drive home. We couldn't go back there for a little while. We had to stay away from town or Frankie would crack even more. For the moment Frank and I had pulled over on the side of a gravel road. He sat on the ground with me on the grass next to the car, sobbing with his head in his hands. I had to admit that I was crying some too. I could see the pain in Frank's eyes as the casket lowered into the ground. I could see how much he wanted to run away from there. When I gave the eulogy for my mother and cried, I could see how much he hated himself. There was so much on my mind at that moment that all I could do was sit there with him and cry, the rain still drizzling, soaking through our clothes. I knew that things would feel miserable for a while, but I was completely convinced that with Frank by my side, everything would heal. But there was still so much uncertainty about Frank.
First of all he was in a shit home with parents who treated him like dirt, then they threw him out onto the streets. Then he was forced to be a whore for some guy, then after not wanting to have sex with him was raped. And of course the guy who raped him had to kill my mother in front of us. How the hell did Frank keep going? I could only hope that I provided some sort of support for him. Some sort of message to let him know that he had to keep living, he had to stay with me. Although I hadn't known Frank for very long, maybe two months, I had forgotten what life was like without someone like him. Someone to see every morning when I woke up, someone to make coffee for, someone to sulk around with when things turned to shit. I just didn't know if I'd survive if he ever left me. My tears had subsided and were now only puddles in the corners of my eyes, but I could still feel the lump in my throat, and I could still hear the tears in my voice.
I reached out to grab Frank's hand. It was even colder than earlier from all if this freezing rain. I held on tight to it, but the most he could manage was a weak grip on my palm. I could feel him trying to squeeze it, feel his hand trying to grasp mine, but it was useless. He looked up at me with his brown and green eyes, tears still pouring from them madly.
"Frank. It's over. Every thing's fine. Things will only get better from now on. I promise you." I told him gently.
Without a reply he dove for me, clinging onto my neck and curling up into my arms. I held him tightly, closing my eyes and just holding him. Our wet bodies produced no heat even when pressed together. I could feel Frank's body shivering violently against my torso, his arms shaking as they held my neck. I rested my hand on the back of Frank's head, pressing him into the nape of my neck and resting my chin on his head. My eyes stared off into the gray skies that stretched as far as I could see. Then all of a sudden I saw a small piece of blue sky off in the clouds. I wanted so badly to follow it and be in the light, just for a few seconds at least. One last time I clenched my body around Frankie's.
"Frankie we need to get out of the rain, you're shivering like crazy." I told him.
Once again he gave no reply, so I proceeded to lift him up bridal style and carry him to the car. I set him down for a brief moment so I could open the door for him. He stood by the door, hunched slightly and still shaking like a small dog. I led him to the door with my hand and made sure that he got in the car properly. Before closing his door for him I bent over and gave him a kiss on the head, but he didn't make a single move because he was shivering so hard. I jogged around to the other side of the car, the wind and the rain pelting me like needles. I quickly hopped into the car and started it up, turning the heat up as high as it could go. Where were we going to go now? I flipped open my rarely used cell phone to text Mikey. I had to pay my own cell phone bill, and seeing as I was currently job-less I didn't use it that much, but right now I found it necessary.
"Frank and I are going for a drive. ttyl"
I waited with my cell phone in my lap, rubbing my hands together to keep them warm.
"ok. be back soon?"
"ya."
And with that we drove off down the road, heading toward somewhere else.

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Right now could have been one of those times in life when everything just seems to go wrong. Everything just seems so horrible and pointless and you feel so lost. You feel so blank and empty inside, like you were left in the middle of nowhere with no way home. That was the worst feeling in the world. The only thing that gave me a small sign of hope was Frankie. It had to be some kind of fate that brought us together. I had saved him, and now our lives are entangled forever. I wouldn't want it any other way. Frank and I were currently in downtown Newark. I looked over at Frankie, expecting him to be sulking and leaned against the window, but instead he was sleeping, as usual when we drove in the car. I searched around for somewhere to eat, the sides of the road flooded with dirty rainwater and the people all holding umbrellas. After a few minutes of searching I found a little cafe, similar to the one that Frankie and I met in.
It took me a moment to park because I decided to wait for someone to pull out instead of parking far away and walking in the rain, but I finally did. Everything seemed to be such a hassle now-a-days. I leaned back into the leather seat, making it creak. The only noise after I turned the car off and unbuckled myself was the sound of the thick rain drops on the windshield. With a deep breathe I looked over to the still sleeping Frank. My eyes stayed locked on him for a few seconds, admiring his adorable figure. How I hated to wake him up. I reached a hand over and shook his arm gently,
"Babe, wake up now." I told him.
His only reply was a groan and a squint.
"Frankieeee. You need to eat something, get up."
He opened his eyes and rolled to his side so he was facing me. Our eyes locked for a second. His eyes were tired and sad, still wet with tears and agony. It was hard to look at him when he was like this.
"I'm not hungry Gee." He told me, slightly pouting.
"Bullshit. You haven't eaten in a long time now Frank."
He just stared at me, looking back and forth between my eyes, searching for something. Without saying anything I opened my door and hopped out. The rain still pelted down on my body, making me run to the other side of the car. I quickly opened Frank's door and leaned down, my face utterly close to his. He squinted at me, acting like he hated me, but it was simply jokingly. I leaned in even closer, letting our lips touch gently. I closed my eyes and held the kiss for a moment. Eventually I ended our soft kiss and pulled back slightly. Frank kept his eyes close after the kiss.
"Frank,"
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me.
"Come on, babe." I held my hand out to him and he gladly took it.
Most of the time that we sat and sipped our drinks(and picked at our small amounts of food) we made casual talk. And honestly, there was nothing I could have enjoyed more at the moment. I wanted this regular conversation, I wanted something to be calm and normal for just a little bit. Just a tiny amount of time. We carried on our talk. We talked about the weather, then ducks, then birds, then doves, then weddings. I stopped talking for a moment, swirling around the water in my glass and staring into it.
"I hope my dad doesn't get re-married." I said, still staring down.
Frank didn't reply for a moment.
"Gerard you don't have to worry about that. Your mom could never be replaced, you and I both know that." For some reason I didn't sense the smallest amount of guilt in his voice.
Did Frankie finally understand that it wasn't his fault? My gaze shot up to meet his. A smile across my face.
"Thanks Frank." I could feel my throat welling up for a minute.
We sat in silence again, just staring into each other's eyes. How amazing were those hazel eyes of his? I wanted so badly to know everything about him. To know where those memories that I could see in his eyes were from. There was so much that I wanted to know about this kid. This weird kid that I had randomly met because of an odd New Year's eve. This kid that I loved.
"Gerard, you know you can ask me any question you want, right?" It felt like he read my mind almost.
"I know Frank..." I didn't say anything afterwards, I just didn't want to ask.
"Then fire away Gee. I know there's things that you want to know." He smiled weakly at me, waiting for the big question.
"What... happened? What happened to you before you were... homeless?" I spat out.
Frank just smiled at me. He smiled. He wanted to answer these questions for me, he wanted me to know just as much about him as he knew about me. Before he started he let out a long sigh.
"When I was born my parents weren't together," He started out slowly.
"I was a mistake baby from some kind of whore, I guess. My mom killed herself after I was born, leaving me with my fucked up druggie father. He had a girlfriend that lived with us. They both hated me. My dad hated me because I was just another mouth to feed, or, not feed I guess. And is girlfriend hated me because I was the son of the girl that came before her. My dad would hit me whenever he was mad, or he would hit me whenever his slutty girlfriend told him to. He was such a slave to her... And they kept me locked inside my room with sealed windows and nothing but a creaky shit piece of twin bed. The only time I was allowed out of the house was for school, and sometimes I couldn't even go to school because of how badly I was hurting. Sometimes his girlfriend would insist that I was the child of the devil or some shit because I was born on Halloween. She called me a spawn or something fucking stupid like that. So as soon as I turned 18 they threw me out onto the streets. I've never ever celebrated a proper holiday, not even my birthday, until this New Year's. You still don't know how much I want to thank you for that."
And so that was it. His life story summed up into a sloppy paragraph that he spat out at me. How the hell did Frank keep being such a happy person? How did he not go insane after all of this shit that happened to him? My eyes started to puddle with tears.
"Oh Frankie." I whispered out.
"Don't be sad for me Gerard. You saved me." He smiled happily at me.
"Frank I fucking love you so much." My voice was weak with love and sadness.
I reached across the table and held his hand in mine, just gazing into his happy eyes and wondering how I came to deserve such a wonderful person in my life.
"I love you too Gerard."

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We had finally made it home in the early evening, both Frank and I in a much better mood than before. I opened the door and yelled for Mikey and my dad.
"Helloooo?" I yelled after no reply.
I walked around my house for a few moments, holding Frank's hand gently. I called a few more times before getting a muffled answer from the bathroom. Mikey was inside taking a shower. I knocked once and shouted his name against the door,
"Mikey? You in there?" I asked stupidly.
"Yeah! Dad went to the bar I think!" He shouted back.
"Are you gonna be here tonight?" I smirked to myself.
"I was planning on going to a friend's house!" He replied.
"Cool, Frank and I are just gonna hang here tonight!" I shouted back.
"EEEEEEEEW." He laughed a little bit.
I just found it kind of funny. It was times like this when I remembered that Mikey was the only one who even partially knew about Frank and I, not even my dad knew. We weren't official, but then again what did that mean when we already knew we loved each other so much? We walked into my bedroom. I sat on the floor casually and Frankie sat on my bed, biting his nails and picking at them like he did so often. I crawled around, searching through my re-scattered papers. I finally found a blank page and sat in the middle of my room. I didn't face Frankie, but I never took my eyes off of him. I slowly started to sketch the outline of Frank's body, looking down every time he noticed me watching from the corner of my eye.
After a few minutes I think he had finally pieced it together,
"Whatcha drawin' Gerard?" He asked like a cute little kid.
"Nothing. Just stay put." I told him, furiously sketching away at the paper in front of me.
He looked a bit dumbstruck as I glanced completely over to him. He stuck his tongue out at me before going back to biting his nails. A few more minutes and I was finally done with the sketch. I wanted to capture Frank doing something adorable for the longest time now, and I thought he looked pretty cute sitting there. I took my hand from the paper and smiled up at him with my teeth, my eyes shut tightly.
"What?" Asked Frankie curiously.
"This!" I said happily, my hands holding out the sketch I had just done.
"You were sketching me? That's amazing Gerard!" He squealed
He ran over and tackled me onto the ground, the paper falling out of my hand and off to the side. He held himself above me, giggling madly. I couldn't help but laugh along with him. Frank moved his head forward quickly and pecked my lips. I smiled up at him and his twinkling eyes, basking in the moment. We both stopped smiling for a moment. All of a sudden Frank had a seductive look on his face. He smirked a little bit before slowly closing in on my again. I smiled into his kiss as our lips touched again. This time I slowly opened my lips, just enough for my tongue to escape. Frank obeyed and let my tongue brush freely against his. Eventually he and I were both rolling on the floor, viciously making out. Frankie had a skill that I rarely saw. He could go from looking innocent and cute one minute, to devilish and sexy the next. Frank and I both let out small giggles every time our lips parted, sometimes he would moan into my mouth, making me even more violent with him.
While I was on top of him I decided that I might as well tease him again. I pinned his arms to the side and started grinding my pelvis into his roughly. He broke the kiss and arched his back for a second, moaning loudly. Our lips didn't reconnect so I decided I would grind against him harder, every time I moved he would moan. By now his head was arched back and his eyes were closed. I was obviously giving him great pleasure, not only because he was making so much noise, but because his erection was growing quickly. But I couldn't say it was odd, after all I was pretty hard myself. I grunted a few times as I moved against him still. I stopped moving for a second and forced our lips to touch again, his legs wrapped around my waist and I picked him up. He still clung to me madly.
I almost slammed Frank into the wall, making sure he had no escape(not that he would want to escape anyways). His hands clung around my neck and his legs were still around my waist. My hands no rested on his hips, half-ass holding him there while he continued to kiss. With one swift motion I turned and threw him down onto the bed, crawling over top of him. Our bodies weren't touching, I was just standing over him. Both of us were panting madly.
"I've got to get out of these pants." I said, mostly to myself.
Frank gladly reached up, undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. He pulled my pants and my boxers down just enough so that my erection was fully exposed. I laughed evilly and did the same for him. He reached up to my face and pulled it back down to his, my tongue inserting itself immediately. We kissed for a few seconds more before I decided I couldn't take it. I wanted so badly to just ravage him then and there. But that's when I remembered Jay. How Frank had been raped not that long ago. What if I brought back those horrible memories for him? I would never want to remind Frank of someone like him. He had ruined Frank's virginity for him and Frank never even wanted it. What kind of a sick bastard does that? Our lips parted.
"Frank..." I looked down at him, both of us still breathing deeply.
"I don't... I don't want to do this, if you don't." I told him between breaths.
Frank smiled back up at me, he understood my concern.
"Gerard, really. It's okay. I'm with you this time." He told me lovingly.
I just stared down at him peacefully. I almost wanted to cry. I almost wanted to, but didn't, my hard on was seriously making me restless and fidgety.
"Are you sure you're ready? After... what happened?" I was going to make sure the he really wanted this.
He gripped my neck and pulled me down so his mouth was by my ear,

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"I want this, I promise." I whispered helplessly.
I wanted so badly to have his dick inside of me, sliding in and out, hurting me and punishing me. If Gerard wasn't letting me hurt myself then he was going to do it for me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. Gerard gladly undressed the rest himself as I watched, scanning his body, wanting to touch it so badly. He then proceeded to undress me the rest of the way. Before I knew what was happening I was flipped onto my back. Gerard's naked body slowly lowered onto mine, his breath in my ear.
"How bad do you want it Frank?" He teased.
"Please. I want you inside of me. I want you to make it hurt." I told him in a breathy voice.
I saw him reach over to his nightstand, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the drawer. He sat up, covering a few of his fingers in lube. My hands clenched the bed sheets, preparing myself for the wonderful pain ahead. Gerard inserted one finger into me, it didn't hurt that bad, but I still whimpered. Then he inserted a second finger, I gritted my teeth and growled.
"You alright Frankie?" Gerard asked caringly.
"Just fuck me already." He said through gritted teeth.
He removed his fingers and positioned himself correctly behind me. I took a deep breath in a held it, waiting for the pain. He slowly inserted his tip, I let out my breath along with a loud moan. My hands clenched the bed sheets even tighter now, trying to relieve some of the pain. It was almost unbearable, but I loved it. He stopped,
"Keep. Going." I commanded helplessly.
He continued to push himself into me. It felt like he was tearing me open almost. Ripping apart my flesh and stretching it out too quickly. By now I was almost screaming into the pillow. My hands clenched tighter and tighter by the second. He stayed inside of me, giving me some kind of break I guess. I liked the feeling of his cock inside of me, it hurt. My body was quivering around him, trying to keep myself from telling him to stop. He pulled out slowly and I let out a breath that I hadn't realized that I was keeping in.
"Harder. Please, Gerard." I begged.
"Frankie..." He knew he was hurting me.
"Please!" I begged again.
He slammed back into me, making me shout. I bit the pillow with my head sideways, still trying to hold myself back. I could feel my fingers going numb from holding so hard. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched them just as tight as my hands and my teeth. He pulled out of me again and stayed out for a few more seconds. This time he slammed back in and pulled out almost immediately. I moaned back into the pillow every time he slammed back into me. After a few more times of pumping me the pain started to numb. I could hear Gerard's heavy breathing behind me, almost in time with his pumping. The more I moaned the faster he went.
"Fuck." He let out in a breath.
All of a sudden I felt him hit a certain spot inside of me. My eyes shot open.
"AHHH-HHH!" The feeling that surged through me interrupted my voice.
He hit the spot again and again, each time I let out another yelp. I could tell Gerard was enjoying it because he was making his own noises, grunting with each thrust inside of me. I could feel my dick getting so hard that it almost hurt. The feelings running through my body were incredible. I had never felt anything like this before. My body was getting restless, the feeling of bliss burning inside of me, I wanted to feel it so bad. I was happy that this time it was with Gerard. I felt my muscles clench as my body reached complete orgasm. My hands released the bed and my fingers spread out. My eyes shot open wide.
"FUCK GERARD!" I yelled.
My cum squirted all over Gerard's bed and partially on my stomach. Gerard finally released inside of me, his cum dripping as he pulled out of me. All of my muscles finally stopped and I completely let my body untense. Not only was there seamen on the bed, but there was also a small amount of blood, which I assumed came out of my ass. Gerard collapsed next to me, laying with me peacefully on the bed. He stared into my eyes, both of us sweating madly.
"Gerard." I panted out.
"I fucking love you." He grabbed my hand in his, clenching it tightly.
"I love you too Frankie. So much." I smiled at him like an idiot.
I could never have asked for a better time. Gerard reached back and flung a thin black sheet over us. I snuggled up to his body, letting his arms wrap around me. I rested my head in the nape of his neck and he covered me completely with the sheets, I liked the darkness. After a few moments of resting in his arms I decided to fall asleep. And the best part was, I didn't think of Jay once while it happened. I loved Gerard.


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Hah! I bet you weren't expecting that one were you? Ohhh, it's so sad. BAM. Man-sex. : D I couldn't resist. Sorry. Sooooo, review review review please!!! Much appreciated!