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~Gerard~
The instant I opened my eyes I knew something wasn’t right, because Frank wasn’t in bed lying next to me, and it was barely dawn.
“Frankie?” I groggily got out of bed, rubbing at my eyes and looked around the room to find Frank, but he was no where. “Frank?” I called out walking down the hall, to find that his mother’s door was open, I walked inside and my heart dropped to the floorboards.
Frank had his face buried into the side of the bed, while his hand held the cold limp one of his dead mother. “Oh Frankie,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wondered how long he had been there, the body was pale white, the lips and eyelids blue, so my guess was a few hours.
“Frank?” I said gently, touching his shoulder. “Frank, get off the floor please?” I waited but he didn’t move. “Frankie?” I said, tugging on his shoulder a little, he purposefully wouldn’t budge, I could see he wasn’t going to cope with this well at all.
“Frank!” I pushed him away from the bed, forcing his deathly sorrow filled eyes up at me, but he fought against me, I made him drop her hand as he struggled. “Frank!” I pressed him up against the wall, holding him by his arms. “Stop it, she’s gone!”
He stared at me for a few seconds, a hard look on his face, then his bottom lip quivered and he broke into ragged sobs. My heart broke an I took him into my arms, and carried him back to my bedroom, his arms wove tight around my neck and he sobbed into my neck. I stayed there, sitting on my bed holding him for at least an hour, he was so warm and fragile, holding him was the only thing that felt right.
After awhile he did calm down enough for me to lay him in my bed, I had letters to be sent, people to call about the body, when the doctor arrived he brought a mortician and the body was taken out of the house to the local morgue. I called in the maids, to clean the entire room and dispose of the bed items.
That evening I had one of the maids prepare a meal for us, but I was in no way hungry, I walked back upstairs, to where Frank had been all day, just lying on bed, like a corpse.
“Frank?” I sat down next to him, he just stared off into space with his tear swollen eyes. “Frank please talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to say Gerard, she’s fucking gone!” he whimpered, a tear rolling down his cheek. I pulled him to me again, and he nestled into my side.
“Yes, Frank she is gone, but she’s out of pain, out of misery, in such a better place now, and she’ll always love you.”
“I miss her!” He said into my chest, then lifting those brilliant brown eyes up to meet mine.
“I know you do, but Frank, death is also a very beautiful thing.” I told him, but he never responded, he just lay back on the bed, pulling me down with him and laying his head on my chest.
For days it was like this, all Frank wanted to do was lay around and be depressed, his mother’s funeral came, we attended, just the two of us, he cried again, and as we got back to the mansion, it began to snow.
“Frankie?” I found him in the library, curled up on the plush sofa. He looked better today, he had shaved and bathed for the first time since his mother’s death, but he wasn’t eating, and he was loosing weight. He looked up at me but said nothing, so I sat next to him.
“Frank, you have done enough mourning, its been over a week.” I told him. “You will always miss her, but she’s in a better place, it’s hurting me to see you laying around doing nothing. Hell, I haven’t drank since you demanded I stop, do you know how hard that’s been for me?”
“I’m sorry Gerard.” He whispered. “She was all I ever knew.”
“I know,” I said pulling him next to me, he cuddled into my chest.
“But now your all I know.” He whispered, looking up at me through the long lashes, with those beautiful eyes of his. Our lips were so close, almost touching, my heart began to beat faster. When was the last time I truly kissed someone with passion and longing, with romanticism? I never have.
I closed the distance between our lips, pressing mines to his soft full ones. They felt so right, I pulled back, but his hand came up to rest on my cheek and pulled my face back down to kiss me again. His lips moved against mine, so gentle, sparks raced through my body, I have never been kissed like this. It was always a hard sloppy kiss by a cheap whore, never like this.
“Frankie,” I murmured as his hands wove in my hair, he parted his lips to mine , allowing my tongue to explore his wet little mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and I pulled his body against mine as he tugged on my hair and began to eagerly kiss me. I pulled away breathless.
We sat back looking at each other, I was mind blown by what had just happened, and if anything , I cared about Frank a hell of a lot more, he was precious to me. He smiled and cuddled up to me again, taking my hand in his.
After all the stress and depression he is going, I was glad to make him happy, to give him some light. This was also I side of Frank I have never experienced, and I knew I wanted to see a whole lot more of it.
~Gerard~
The instant I opened my eyes I knew something wasn’t right, because Frank wasn’t in bed lying next to me, and it was barely dawn.
“Frankie?” I groggily got out of bed, rubbing at my eyes and looked around the room to find Frank, but he was no where. “Frank?” I called out walking down the hall, to find that his mother’s door was open, I walked inside and my heart dropped to the floorboards.
Frank had his face buried into the side of the bed, while his hand held the cold limp one of his dead mother. “Oh Frankie,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wondered how long he had been there, the body was pale white, the lips and eyelids blue, so my guess was a few hours.
“Frank?” I said gently, touching his shoulder. “Frank, get off the floor please?” I waited but he didn’t move. “Frankie?” I said, tugging on his shoulder a little, he purposefully wouldn’t budge, I could see he wasn’t going to cope with this well at all.
“Frank!” I pushed him away from the bed, forcing his deathly sorrow filled eyes up at me, but he fought against me, I made him drop her hand as he struggled. “Frank!” I pressed him up against the wall, holding him by his arms. “Stop it, she’s gone!”
He stared at me for a few seconds, a hard look on his face, then his bottom lip quivered and he broke into ragged sobs. My heart broke an I took him into my arms, and carried him back to my bedroom, his arms wove tight around my neck and he sobbed into my neck. I stayed there, sitting on my bed holding him for at least an hour, he was so warm and fragile, holding him was the only thing that felt right.
After awhile he did calm down enough for me to lay him in my bed, I had letters to be sent, people to call about the body, when the doctor arrived he brought a mortician and the body was taken out of the house to the local morgue. I called in the maids, to clean the entire room and dispose of the bed items.
That evening I had one of the maids prepare a meal for us, but I was in no way hungry, I walked back upstairs, to where Frank had been all day, just lying on bed, like a corpse.
“Frank?” I sat down next to him, he just stared off into space with his tear swollen eyes. “Frank please talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to say Gerard, she’s fucking gone!” he whimpered, a tear rolling down his cheek. I pulled him to me again, and he nestled into my side.
“Yes, Frank she is gone, but she’s out of pain, out of misery, in such a better place now, and she’ll always love you.”
“I miss her!” He said into my chest, then lifting those brilliant brown eyes up to meet mine.
“I know you do, but Frank, death is also a very beautiful thing.” I told him, but he never responded, he just lay back on the bed, pulling me down with him and laying his head on my chest.
For days it was like this, all Frank wanted to do was lay around and be depressed, his mother’s funeral came, we attended, just the two of us, he cried again, and as we got back to the mansion, it began to snow.
“Frankie?” I found him in the library, curled up on the plush sofa. He looked better today, he had shaved and bathed for the first time since his mother’s death, but he wasn’t eating, and he was loosing weight. He looked up at me but said nothing, so I sat next to him.
“Frank, you have done enough mourning, its been over a week.” I told him. “You will always miss her, but she’s in a better place, it’s hurting me to see you laying around doing nothing. Hell, I haven’t drank since you demanded I stop, do you know how hard that’s been for me?”
“I’m sorry Gerard.” He whispered. “She was all I ever knew.”
“I know,” I said pulling him next to me, he cuddled into my chest.
“But now your all I know.” He whispered, looking up at me through the long lashes, with those beautiful eyes of his. Our lips were so close, almost touching, my heart began to beat faster. When was the last time I truly kissed someone with passion and longing, with romanticism? I never have.
I closed the distance between our lips, pressing mines to his soft full ones. They felt so right, I pulled back, but his hand came up to rest on my cheek and pulled my face back down to kiss me again. His lips moved against mine, so gentle, sparks raced through my body, I have never been kissed like this. It was always a hard sloppy kiss by a cheap whore, never like this.
“Frankie,” I murmured as his hands wove in my hair, he parted his lips to mine , allowing my tongue to explore his wet little mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and I pulled his body against mine as he tugged on my hair and began to eagerly kiss me. I pulled away breathless.
We sat back looking at each other, I was mind blown by what had just happened, and if anything , I cared about Frank a hell of a lot more, he was precious to me. He smiled and cuddled up to me again, taking my hand in his.
After all the stress and depression he is going, I was glad to make him happy, to give him some light. This was also I side of Frank I have never experienced, and I knew I wanted to see a whole lot more of it.
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The instant I opened my eyes I knew something wasn’t right, because Frank wasn’t in bed lying next to me, and it was barely dawn.
“Frankie?” I groggily got out of bed, rubbing at my eyes and looked around the room to find Frank, but he was no where. “Frank?” I called out walking down the hall, to find that his mother’s door was open, I walked inside and my heart dropped to the floorboards.
Frank had his face buried into the side of the bed, while his hand held the cold limp one of his dead mother. “Oh Frankie,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wondered how long he had been there, the body was pale white, the lips and eyelids blue, so my guess was a few hours.
“Frank?” I said gently, touching his shoulder. “Frank, get off the floor please?” I waited but he didn’t move. “Frankie?” I said, tugging on his shoulder a little, he purposefully wouldn’t budge, I could see he wasn’t going to cope with this well at all.
“Frank!” I pushed him away from the bed, forcing his deathly sorrow filled eyes up at me, but he fought against me, I made him drop her hand as he struggled. “Frank!” I pressed him up against the wall, holding him by his arms. “Stop it, she’s gone!”
He stared at me for a few seconds, a hard look on his face, then his bottom lip quivered and he broke into ragged sobs. My heart broke an I took him into my arms, and carried him back to my bedroom, his arms wove tight around my neck and he sobbed into my neck. I stayed there, sitting on my bed holding him for at least an hour, he was so warm and fragile, holding him was the only thing that felt right.
After awhile he did calm down enough for me to lay him in my bed, I had letters to be sent, people to call about the body, when the doctor arrived he brought a mortician and the body was taken out of the house to the local morgue. I called in the maids, to clean the entire room and dispose of the bed items.
That evening I had one of the maids prepare a meal for us, but I was in no way hungry, I walked back upstairs, to where Frank had been all day, just lying on bed, like a corpse.
“Frank?” I sat down next to him, he just stared off into space with his tear swollen eyes. “Frank please talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to say Gerard, she’s fucking gone!” he whimpered, a tear rolling down his cheek. I pulled him to me again, and he nestled into my side.
“Yes, Frank she is gone, but she’s out of pain, out of misery, in such a better place now, and she’ll always love you.”
“I miss her!” He said into my chest, then lifting those brilliant brown eyes up to meet mine.
“I know you do, but Frank, death is also a very beautiful thing.” I told him, but he never responded, he just lay back on the bed, pulling me down with him and laying his head on my chest.
For days it was like this, all Frank wanted to do was lay around and be depressed, his mother’s funeral came, we attended, just the two of us, he cried again, and as we got back to the mansion, it began to snow.
“Frankie?” I found him in the library, curled up on the plush sofa. He looked better today, he had shaved and bathed for the first time since his mother’s death, but he wasn’t eating, and he was loosing weight. He looked up at me but said nothing, so I sat next to him.
“Frank, you have done enough mourning, its been over a week.” I told him. “You will always miss her, but she’s in a better place, it’s hurting me to see you laying around doing nothing. Hell, I haven’t drank since you demanded I stop, do you know how hard that’s been for me?”
“I’m sorry Gerard.” He whispered. “She was all I ever knew.”
“I know,” I said pulling him next to me, he cuddled into my chest.
“But now your all I know.” He whispered, looking up at me through the long lashes, with those beautiful eyes of his. Our lips were so close, almost touching, my heart began to beat faster. When was the last time I truly kissed someone with passion and longing, with romanticism? I never have.
I closed the distance between our lips, pressing mines to his soft full ones. They felt so right, I pulled back, but his hand came up to rest on my cheek and pulled my face back down to kiss me again. His lips moved against mine, so gentle, sparks raced through my body, I have never been kissed like this. It was always a hard sloppy kiss by a cheap whore, never like this.
“Frankie,” I murmured as his hands wove in my hair, he parted his lips to mine , allowing my tongue to explore his wet little mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and I pulled his body against mine as he tugged on my hair and began to eagerly kiss me. I pulled away breathless.
We sat back looking at each other, I was mind blown by what had just happened, and if anything , I cared about Frank a hell of a lot more, he was precious to me. He smiled and cuddled up to me again, taking my hand in his.
After all the stress and depression he is going, I was glad to make him happy, to give him some light. This was also I side of Frank I have never experienced, and I knew I wanted to see a whole lot more of it.
~Gerard~
The instant I opened my eyes I knew something wasn’t right, because Frank wasn’t in bed lying next to me, and it was barely dawn.
“Frankie?” I groggily got out of bed, rubbing at my eyes and looked around the room to find Frank, but he was no where. “Frank?” I called out walking down the hall, to find that his mother’s door was open, I walked inside and my heart dropped to the floorboards.
Frank had his face buried into the side of the bed, while his hand held the cold limp one of his dead mother. “Oh Frankie,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wondered how long he had been there, the body was pale white, the lips and eyelids blue, so my guess was a few hours.
“Frank?” I said gently, touching his shoulder. “Frank, get off the floor please?” I waited but he didn’t move. “Frankie?” I said, tugging on his shoulder a little, he purposefully wouldn’t budge, I could see he wasn’t going to cope with this well at all.
“Frank!” I pushed him away from the bed, forcing his deathly sorrow filled eyes up at me, but he fought against me, I made him drop her hand as he struggled. “Frank!” I pressed him up against the wall, holding him by his arms. “Stop it, she’s gone!”
He stared at me for a few seconds, a hard look on his face, then his bottom lip quivered and he broke into ragged sobs. My heart broke an I took him into my arms, and carried him back to my bedroom, his arms wove tight around my neck and he sobbed into my neck. I stayed there, sitting on my bed holding him for at least an hour, he was so warm and fragile, holding him was the only thing that felt right.
After awhile he did calm down enough for me to lay him in my bed, I had letters to be sent, people to call about the body, when the doctor arrived he brought a mortician and the body was taken out of the house to the local morgue. I called in the maids, to clean the entire room and dispose of the bed items.
That evening I had one of the maids prepare a meal for us, but I was in no way hungry, I walked back upstairs, to where Frank had been all day, just lying on bed, like a corpse.
“Frank?” I sat down next to him, he just stared off into space with his tear swollen eyes. “Frank please talk to me?”
“There’s nothing to say Gerard, she’s fucking gone!” he whimpered, a tear rolling down his cheek. I pulled him to me again, and he nestled into my side.
“Yes, Frank she is gone, but she’s out of pain, out of misery, in such a better place now, and she’ll always love you.”
“I miss her!” He said into my chest, then lifting those brilliant brown eyes up to meet mine.
“I know you do, but Frank, death is also a very beautiful thing.” I told him, but he never responded, he just lay back on the bed, pulling me down with him and laying his head on my chest.
For days it was like this, all Frank wanted to do was lay around and be depressed, his mother’s funeral came, we attended, just the two of us, he cried again, and as we got back to the mansion, it began to snow.
“Frankie?” I found him in the library, curled up on the plush sofa. He looked better today, he had shaved and bathed for the first time since his mother’s death, but he wasn’t eating, and he was loosing weight. He looked up at me but said nothing, so I sat next to him.
“Frank, you have done enough mourning, its been over a week.” I told him. “You will always miss her, but she’s in a better place, it’s hurting me to see you laying around doing nothing. Hell, I haven’t drank since you demanded I stop, do you know how hard that’s been for me?”
“I’m sorry Gerard.” He whispered. “She was all I ever knew.”
“I know,” I said pulling him next to me, he cuddled into my chest.
“But now your all I know.” He whispered, looking up at me through the long lashes, with those beautiful eyes of his. Our lips were so close, almost touching, my heart began to beat faster. When was the last time I truly kissed someone with passion and longing, with romanticism? I never have.
I closed the distance between our lips, pressing mines to his soft full ones. They felt so right, I pulled back, but his hand came up to rest on my cheek and pulled my face back down to kiss me again. His lips moved against mine, so gentle, sparks raced through my body, I have never been kissed like this. It was always a hard sloppy kiss by a cheap whore, never like this.
“Frankie,” I murmured as his hands wove in my hair, he parted his lips to mine , allowing my tongue to explore his wet little mouth. He moaned into the kiss, and I pulled his body against mine as he tugged on my hair and began to eagerly kiss me. I pulled away breathless.
We sat back looking at each other, I was mind blown by what had just happened, and if anything , I cared about Frank a hell of a lot more, he was precious to me. He smiled and cuddled up to me again, taking my hand in his.
After all the stress and depression he is going, I was glad to make him happy, to give him some light. This was also I side of Frank I have never experienced, and I knew I wanted to see a whole lot more of it.
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