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A small bell tingled above the door when Gerard pushed it open and strolled into the small cafe, eyes drifting upwards to look at the offending bell before turning to look at the man stood behind the counter, idly flicking pieces of napkin onto the floor.

Gerard held the door open for Frank and gave him a charming smile as he walked by, Frank feeling his mouth go dry as he blushed. Manners were one thing, but the walk to the cafe had shown him that Gerard was actually quite the gentleman. In fact, Frank wouldn’t have been surprised if Gerard threw his jacket down onto a puddle so that Frank could cross it if the opportunity presented itself.

The man behind the counter quirked an eyebrow at Frank as he walked in and Frank flashed him a toothy grin. Bob Bryar had been Frank’s best friend since they were toddlers, and he could see the curiosity in Bobs face when he stared at the mysterious man at Frank’s side.

“I’ll get us a coffee, you find us a table.” Gerard smiled at Frank who obediently walked away to grab them a table at the back of the cafe. There were only a couple of other people here, and they greeted Frank from behind their newspapers and coffee mugs when he walked past.

Frank knew every person in the town, one of the many “benefits” of living in such a small place, and he knew that as soon as Gerard walked over to him the people drinking their coffee would be in danger of choking in shock.

The cafe was small, nothing special, and against its grimy floor and grey walls Gerard looked positively God like. The grey light filtering in through the windows made his pale skin seem even paler, almost pearlescent and when he flicked his black hair out of his eyes Frank nearly missed the seat he was dropping into.

Back at the counter Gerard was handing over the money for the two coffees he had ordered and he was giving a soft smirk at the blonde man who was gawping at him with wide eyes. Bob, just like Frank, knew every person who lived in Salem and he knew for a fact that this guy did not live here.

He handed Gerard his change with a curious stare, wondering who he could be and how he knew Frank. The only thought Bob could come up with was that they must’ve met over the internet or something. From the way Frank was looking at him he could safely assume this guy wasn’t a relative come down for a stay, and he made a mental note to interrogate Frank about it next chance he got.

As Frank had predicted, Gerard was stared at intently by the few customers in the cafe as he walked to the back with the two mugs. He didn’t seem concerned by the stares though, in fact, Frank could have sworn he looked amused and he grinned as he sat down opposite him.

“A friend of yours?” Gerard asked casually as he stirred some sugar into his black coffee, cocking his head back to indicate Bob who was still staring at them from the counter and Frank blushed.

“Oh... yeah... That’s Bob.” He giggled, his eyes meeting the blue orbs of his friend as he stared at him. Bob tried to mouth a question at him but Frank couldn’t figure it out, so he simply shrugged and waved his hand to dismiss him before turning his full attention back to the gorgeous man sat opposite him.

“I see...” Gerard smirked softly, knowing that behind him the Bob guy was scowling deeply at being blown off by his best friend, and Gerard stirred his coffee slowly as he observed Frank.

He really was just your typical kinda guy, Gerard supposed. Of course he was gorgeous but Gerard had seen such beauty in his lifetime that Frank simply did not compare. His scruffy punk look was adorable, though Gerard was pretty sure that wasn’t the effect Frank was trying to achieve with it. His eyes were a nice shade of hazel, his olive skin not completely flawless though the tattoos were interesting. His lips were divine, and the ring threaded through his bottom lip was tempting.

Frank was not the most stunning man Gerard had ever seen. Yet for some reason, Gerard was drawn to him like he had never been drawn to anyone before.

“So Frank, tell me about yourself.” Gerard invited after Frank had added milk and sugar to his coffee, those hazel eyes growing wide as he took a sip and looked at Gerard in surprise.

“Erm... what do you want to know?” He asked shyly, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. He wasn’t an interesting person and he knew it, and being caught on the spot like this gave him no time to figure out a way to try and make himself appear seductive and mysterious. He was just... normal. Boring.

“Well, have you lived in Salem your whole life?” Gerard asked conversationally, Frank nodding with a shrug.

“Yeah huh. Salem born and raised.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair and tapping bitten down nails on the side of his cup. “My parents were born here too... and their grandparents... my great grandparents moved here when they married, so pretty much their whole life too.” He giggled, blushing as he realised Gerard was not going to be interested in his families past. “Erm... what about you?” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck and Gerard smiled sweetly at him.

“Me? I was born in Belleville.” He said casually, leaning back in his chair and sipping at his coffee as Frank looked at him in slight surprise. Gerard figured being as honest as possible was the best idea, since it would mean not having to remember what lies he had told. And though when he had been born Belleville had not technically existed, his mortal home now lay in what had become Belleville.

“New Jersey?” Frank asked, sitting up a little more as his eyes widened in interest. “I knew you weren’t from around here. What brought you to Salem?” He wondered aloud and Gerard smirked, shrugging casually.

“Nothing in particular. Just wanted to get away from NJ.” He said softly, dismissing it as if it was something far too boring to fill the time with and Frank nodded as if he understood, staring at Gerard in a whole new light. He was from New Jersey. Most of Frank’s favourite bands were from there... did everyone in that place look like a rock star?

“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to New Jersey.” He sighed wistfully and Gerard quirked an eyebrow at him, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table and prop his chin on his linked hands.

“Why’s that?” He asked, honestly intrigued. As much as he loved his birth place, he had never considered it home. Not since he was a teenager. And not even when he returned now did he feel anything for that place. He loved it, he supposed, like most people will always love where they were raised, even if they think they detest it, but it was not a place he was ever excited to visit.

Frank blushed a little at the question and picked at the black nail varnish on his nails. “Well... I dunno really... I mean, a load of awesome bands are from there, right?” He said bashfully, and Gerard gave a politely confused smile as he tipped his head to the side.

“I don’t know. Are there?” He asked innocently and Frank stared at him in shock. This guy looked more like a rock star than anyone else Frank had ever seen, he had that whole aura Frank had always assumed rock stars would emit.

“Of course! Bon Jovi, the Misfits, Bouncing souls, Thursday... And of course you have singers like Frank Sinatra as well! You must have heard of them.” Frank squeaked, his eyes wide. He knew he was a small town boy but he thought everyone knew about NJ’s finest musicians. And as he stared at Gerard’s smirk he realised did know.

“I’m fucking with you Frankie, of course I know. I’m a huge Misfits fan.” He laughed and Frank breathed a sigh of relief, blushing at his own stupidity and how passionate he got over his music. But then he processed two very important things... 1. Gerard had called him Frankie. Frank had paid enough attention in English to know that was an affectionate diminutive... i.e. a nickname. And it made his skin tingle. And 2. Gerard was a Misfits fan!?

“You like the Misfits?” He gasped and Gerard chuckled, nodding his head. It wasn’t a lie either. One thing that had never failed to make him happy over the centuries was music, and he would listen to anything and everything. The punk movement had been one of the things that really sparked an emotional response in him. It made him feel alive. In all his years of living he had never heard anything like it, and he had listened to every punk band he could find. The Misfits happened to be a band he had followed from the start, and he still adored them.

Frank too was a devoted misfits fan, and the conversation soon began to just flow naturally as the two men discussed the bands they knew and loved, Frank just as passionate about all kinds of music as Gerard was. His cheeks flushed ever so slightly as he talked animatedly with his hands, and there was a sparkle in his brown eyes that made Gerard smile.

For an hour or two Gerard forgot about everything except Frank and the tales he could weave with his somewhat husky yet still almost childlike voice. He held Gerard’s attention easily, and that was impressive for a human. Gerard may not have been the vampires you heard about in story books, so obsessed with blood it was like a frenzy. But he was a vampire, and the scent of Franks blood was intoxicating.

As they finished up their coffees, and the conversation moved away from Frank talking about the day he graduated high school to his dreams of where he wanted his life to lead, Gerard glanced pointedly at the clock that hung behind the counter Bob was still watching them from and cleared his throat; Frank abruptly shutting his mouth as he realised Gerard wanted to say something.

“Forgive me Frankie, but I’m feeling the need of a change of scenery.” He sighed and Frank’s cheeks tinged with pink. He’d bored plenty of people and could tell when someone was trying to get away from him, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt each time.

“Oh... S – Sorry, I was talking too much... Erm... change of scenery... cool... err... will I see you again?” He asked timidly, bowing his head almost as soon as he’d said it. Of course they weren’t going to see again, not intentionally anyway. Not on Gerard’s part at least. “Sorry, I’ll just go.” He whispered, his chair scraping across the floor as he pushed it back and moved to hurry out of the cafe, so embarrassed.

“Hey wait!” Gerard gasped, seizing Frank’s wrist and pulling him back to the table, Frank nearly falling over from the force. Gerard was stronger than he looked and Frank stared at him in surprise. The grip on his wrist loosened but didn’t entirely let go, Gerard’s fingers cool on his skin.

“I never said a change of company...” Gerard whispered pointedly, his hazel eyes boring into Frank’s with a clear intent and Frank swallowed thickly as he stared right back.

“O – Oh...” He mumbled, biting his lip and tugging a little at the lip ring as he tried to think of some cool, suave response. But Frank didn’t think he had a single suave cell in his body, though that didn’t seem to matter as Gerard got to his feet.

“Perhaps... you would like to see my house.” He smiled, the question coming out as more of a statement and Frank couldn’t have denied even if he wanted to. Not that he did want to. As much as he knew it could be purely an innocent invitation to go to his new friends place and just, watch TV or something, he also knew that if got his way the time would be spent buried beneath the sheets with a man far too good looking for his own good.

“I would... like that...” Frank mumbled, giving a small smile as Gerard beamed at him and slipped on a pair of black mirror aviators.

“Well then. Let’s not waste any more time.” He smirked and Frank followed him obediently out of the cafe, Bob staring at him and trying to get his attention, but he got the feeling that even if he’d thrown the entire till at Franks face he still would have been blanked. His best friend was well and truly oblivious to everything around him except that strange man he was following around like some submissive slave.

>X<

Gerard led Frank back through the woods to the usual clearing, the two of them chatting some more and learning about each other. Well... Gerard was learning a lot about Frank at least. Frank didn’t mean to talk so much but Gerard just kept asking more questions, encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped and Frank assumed Gerard was just more of the listening type. So Frank talked and talked, and Gerard said relatively little, though whatever he did say was always charming and Frank just couldn’t wait to get to his place and pin him up a wall or something.

Gerard smirked as he listened to Frank, encouraging him to talk as much as possible and listening intently to every word. He was more interested in what Frank had to say than he thought he would be, though his motive hadn’t changed. There was still only one thing on his mind...

He walked to the clearing where he and the naive young man had first met and then continued on to the opposite side, walking confidently through the trees as Frank stayed close to his side. Frank had never come this far into the woods before, as much as he came to his clearing he never really explore anywhere past it and he felt a small thrill as he walked through the unfamiliar territory.

Gerard led Frank through the trees for a little while, the time passing quickly with his companion chatting away, and they soon came to what looked like a wall of thick branches, all interlinked and creating a barrier practically impossible to walk through. Frank stared at the thick wall of brown and green and glanced at Gerard who was smiling at him.

“My house is just through there.” He explained and Frank looked around for a path or even just a thinning in the trees but the only way to get through was the way they had just come.

“Through where?” He asked blankly, biting his lip as he wondered if he was just being stupid or blind, but another look around assured him that there was definitely no obvious route to Gerard’s home.

“Here.” Gerard chuckled, patting one of the branches that were creating the wall that currently blocked their way and Frank stared, dumbfounded at them. Had... they always been like that? Or was Gerard trying to tell him that they’d suddenly formed this strange barrier and that they had in fact got no way of reaching his house.

“Through... the thick wall of branches?” He asked sceptically, glancing at Gerard as if he was mad and the older man chuckled at him, cupping Franks chin in one hand and turning his face to look at him. His fingertips were cool but not cold, and Frank felt a strange tingle in his skin when it came into contact with them.

Gerard leaned close to him, his eyes boring into Franks as he gave a soft smirk. “Don’t believe everything you see Frankie.” He whispered delicately, as if it was some ancient secret and Frank could feel a weird knotting in his stomach as Gerard’s voice seemed to caress his senses for a moment. But then the hand on his chin disappeared, its owner along with it and Frank had just enough time to compose to see Gerard disappearing through the branches as if they weren’t even there.

Frank stared at the spot where he’d disappeared for a long moment, wondering if it was possible that he was going crazy. Or if Gerard was some kind of magician... he certainly wasn’t normal.

“Are you coming or what?” Came Gerard’s amused voice from somewhere behind the barrier of branches and Frank’s jaw dropped a little, a small irritated pout making his lips stick out. He wasn’t about to lose his nerve over a bunch of trees.

He didn’t answer Gerard’s taunting call and walked forward purposely towards the branches, acting as if they weren’t even there. If he strolled right into them then he would have proven his point and expect Gerard to help him. And kiss whatever scratches or bruises he obtained better... It seemed a fair enough deal.

But Frank didn’t walk into the branches at all. Rather, he walked through them. He closed his eyes at the moment he expected impact and gasped when he just continued to walk, feeling soft leaves and stems brushing across his face and hands, but not thick hunks of bark like he’d been expecting.

When his eyes fluttered open he found that he had stepped into a clearing much bigger than the one he would sit in... Much... much bigger. So big in fact, it was the resting place of a large Victorian style manor and still had room around it.

Gerard smirked at Frank from his spot on the gravel lined path that led up to the front door, and he gave a casual shrug as Frank stumbled forward and demanded to know if this was his house.

“Cos’ I’d hardly call this a house! It’s like a castle!” He stuttered and Gerard laughed, swinging an arm around Frank’s shoulders and hugging him to his side as he strolled cheerfully up the front porch and over the wooden planks to the double doors that only he had a key for.

“I wouldn’t go that far Frankie, but yes, I suppose it is a little big for a house.” He chuckled, taking the large iron key out of his pocket and slotting it into the lock. The bolt inside slid open with a low ‘thunk’ and Gerard allowed the door to swing wide, showing the entrance hall and large staircase that dominated the space, leading up to the second floor.

Frank stepped forward to peer inside and felt his heart stop for a second. He had never been to a place like this before. Of course he’d read about manor houses, and seen pictures, but he didn’t know any existed in Salem and he stumbled into the entrance hall with a helpful shove from Gerard on the small of his back.

“W - Wow... Wooow... You didn’t tell me you lived in a fucking mansion.” He gasped, spinning to face Gerard with a stunned expression as Gerard closed the door again.

“It wasn’t important.” He shrugged casually and Frank choked a little.

“Wasn’t important!? But this is amazing. This place must have cost you a bomb! Did you build it yourself?” He gasped. He couldn’t believe a place like this existed in the very woods he had entered every day for the majority of his life, and he was certain no one else in the town knew about it.

“No... In fact, I didn’t pay a single penny for it.” Gerard said softly, taking off his jacket and then gently slipping Frank’s denim jacket off his shoulders too, Frank quickly slipping his arms out of the sleeves and biting his lip softly, still looking around in awe.

“You didn’t? What is it like, a family heirloom sorta thing?” He asked curiously and Gerard chuckled, resting a hand on Franks back between his shoulder blades and gently pushing him, leaving his hand where it was as he guided Frank down a hallway to the kitchen which was surprisingly modern.

“Not exactly.” Gerard replied, sitting Frank down on a stool at the island in the centre of the kitchen, flicking on the coffee machine which sat atop a polished black marble work top and leaning against the counter in a cowboy stance. His thumbs were hooked in his pockets, his legs just slightly spread apart with his back straight, a smirk still gracing his features.

“It was my boyfriends, but when he died he left it to me.” He explained softly and Frank almost fell off his stool in surprise.

“Your... boyfriends?” He breathed, his mind struggling to work over that one whilst every hormone in his body did a squeal and a celebratory dance at the fact that this man – this downright gorgeous creature was gay. It didn’t make Frank anymore in his league, but it was a start.

Frank looked Gerard up and down as he wondered if he was maybe like those women you always heard about, the kind who married really old rich guys so that they could get all their money and estate when they died. Had Gerard been a gold digger?
“Your jumping to conclusions.” Gerard chuckled as he saw Frank’s slight frown. “Let me guess, you assume my boyfriend was old?” He smiled and Frank bit his lip with a shrug.

“Not necessarily. He might have been terminally ill.” He said softly, instantly regretting it as he gasped and clamped a hand over his mouth. You couldn’t go around saying things like that to people, and he looked at Gerard with apologetic eyes as he wondered if he’d upset him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean –”

“It’s fine.” Gerard laughed, walking over to Frank and softly brushing his hair out of his face, Franks intake of air getting knocked straight back out of his lungs in a soft exhale, his heart thudding erratically in his chest. Clearly he had been without a boyfriend for too long if he was going to start melting over the simplest touches.

“My boyfriend was not old, or ill.” He chuckled, keeping names out of it. He was obviously not going to tell Frank the truth, but he would make a version of it, one more fake name would just make things harder though, so he kept names out all together. “He was a wonderful man, and I loved him very much.” He said softly. It wasn’t a complete lie.. “But sadly he took his own life. It was many years ago now, and he left me this place since he had no family. I suppose it was also his way of apologising, for leaving me.”

Franks eyes were wide with sympathy and horror as he stared at Gerard in a whole new light. This man... this beautiful, charming, kind man had been through so much pain and Frank had just never considered it. He felt so ashamed for jumping to conclusions before he knew the truth and he timidly took one of Gerard’s hands in his, giving him a small, warm smile.

“I’m so sorry...” He whispered and Gerard laughed, shaking his head and moving his hand out of Franks so that he could lay them both on the younger mans cheeks and cup his face tenderly.

“Don’t be sorry. Like I say, it was a long time ago and it doesn’t hurt me anymore. I know it’s surprising that this place now belongs to me, but it does and the reasons for it are not happy ones.” He said gently and Frank nodded, getting lost in those swirling hazel eyes.

“I understand...” He whispered, making Gerard chuckle again and he passed the point of his pink tongue over his coral lips, Frank’s eyes catching the movement and following it as his heart skipped a beat and he felt a stir in his abdomen.

“I like you Frankie.” Gerard smirked, the words making Franks mouth go dry even though they were only said in the same way someone might tell a person they had only just met that they found them amusing, or entertaining.

“I like you too.” He whispered, his tone carrying a much more sexual pragmatic and it didn’t go unnoticed by the man holding his face, Gerard idly brushing his thumbs across Frank’s cheek bones, his fingers sliding a little down his jaw and making Frank forget to breathe for a second.

“Shall I show you around?” Gerard asked politely after a moment and Frank nodded, sighing in both relief and disappointment when the hands moved away from his cheeks. Gerard beamed at him and turned to the door, leading the way back down the hallway and it took Frank a second to recompose before he could follow.

>X<

Gerard’s house was stunningly beautiful. Though Gerard said it was only a few decades old it was decorated in a strange style of modern mingled with Victorian architecture and decor. The whole house had art work hanging in guilt gold frames on the walls, and long floor to ceiling drapes hung at every window. The living room, dining room and master bedroom had electrically powered chandeliers, and there were expensive ornaments and wallpaper in every room. Though the house was large, it was only a small manor. Even so, Frank could not see himself living alone in such a place. With five bedrooms, each with an ensuite, and then two separate bathrooms, he would be constantly reminded that he could easily have a large family with him, and yet Gerard lived alone.

When Frank saw the master bedroom he focused almost entirely on the king sized four poster bed, complete with red net hangings and black silk sheets. Frank was only small, and he instantly imagined all the room he and Gerard would have to roll about in. The way those sheets would feel on his back, the bed itself looking positively seductive and Frank nearly drooled.

Fortunately, Gerard only opened the door, explained it was his room and then continued with the tour. Frank felt slight disappointment but he knew there was plenty of time yet to see that room again.

Frank was taken to the living room last and Gerard flopped down onto the large black couch, pulling Frank down to sit with him and asked if he’d like to see a movie. Even if watching a movie together wasn’t one of the most commonly known ways of getting closer to someone, the devilish smirk accompanying Gerard’s question sure as hell made it clear the movie was not going to be watched in depth.
“I’d love to.” Frank beamed and Gerard got up to turn on the wide screen TV, grabbing the first movie that came to hand and popping it in. He didn’t really watch a lot of TV, movies or otherwise. The DVD’s were mostly for show, just something that made him feel a little more human so he had no idea if the flick he had chosen was any good. He didn’t care either way.

Gerard sat down on the couch again and Frank was pleasantly surprised when he got dragged into the older man’s lap, two strong arms wrapping around his waist and encouraging him to rest against his chest and snuggle closer.

Frank blushed softly and smiled to himself as the opening credits played onto the screen, his heart beating so fast and hard he swore people in China could probably hear it. He couldn’t focus on the movie, already distracted by the comfortable body he was resting against.

Gerard smirked softly as Frank melted into his arms almost instantly and held him softly closer. The movie began to play and he allowed it to run for half an hour or so, listening to Frank’s heart beat until it slowed down some and began a steady, wet beat in his chest. Gerard hummed quietly in his throat in appreciation of the delicious noise and slowly leaned forward when he felt enough time had passed and brushed his nose through Frank’s hair.

His senses were instantly assaulted with the sweet scent of honey and the copper fragrance of blood. Gerard’s eyelids fluttered a little and he felt Frank first tense then melt even more, his heart beat picking up again and Gerard’s mouth watered at the sound of the blood sloshing about in the muscle before it would be pumped into the veins and arteries and begin its cycle through the body all over again.

Gerard brushed his nose through Frank’s hair and allowed his lips to ever so softly ghost over the silky locks, Frank swallowing thickly as he felt the tip of Gerard’s nose brush over his scalp, his eyes closing involuntarily. Gerard tightened his old on the younger man for a second before raising one hand to tangle into Franks’ hair and tug gently until his head dipped to the side, exposing the length of his smooth, olive neck. The skin pulling taunt and a scorpion tattoo staring up at Gerard as his half lidded eyes took in the delicate flesh.

Frank’s breathing began to grow heavy as Gerard continued breathing in the sweet scent of his hair, silently praising himself for choosing the honey shampoo since that always turned out to be a winner. He bit his lip softly and felt his groin tingling as Gerard began to kiss across his hair with tiny, gentle brushes of his lips. The fingers gripping his hair tangled in the locks tightly but not painfully so, silently demanding that he keep his head down to the side and Franks heart thudded with anticipation as the lips moved down, down, down before small teeth enclosed on the shell of his ear.

Frank released a tiny, almost inaudible squeak as Gerard applied pressure and playfully nibbled his ear. Frank had always been a sucker when it came to ear nibbles, and he made no show of hiding it. Gerard’s hand that had stayed round his waist now moved to rest on his stomach, the tight iron maiden tee had risen up a little to show his midriff and Gerard’s fingertips now laid on his skin, his muscles quivering at the cool contact.

Frank passed his tongue across his rapidly drying lips as he breathed heavier, Gerard’s teeth dragging down his ear to tug gently on his lobe before he moved and pressed the tiniest of kisses to the skin behind his ear. Frank almost moaned as he waited for more, the slow pace like sweet torture though he didn’t dare ask for Gerard to speed up. As much as he wanted this, he hadn’t been expecting it, and so he simply rested against Gerard’s chest and kept very still.

Gerard smirked softly and nuzzled his face into Frank’s neck, sliding his lips down the taunt skin and breathing in the faint smell of cologne that mingled with the scent of the blood. He moved back up to the ear, pressing kisses as he went before breathing softly down Franks ear, his fingers dipping just a little lower on Frank’s stomach to rest just under the waistband of his jeans and he listened as the blood began to run south.

Gerard gave a soft ‘mmm’ and heard the blood run faster as Franks heart thudded rapidly, his head moving even more to the side to expose more of his neck and Gerard pressed hot, open mouthed kisses over his tattooed skin before really going for it and sucking Frank’s flesh into his mouth.

Frank gave a surprised gasp and his body gave a tiny jolt, a quiet moan escaping his lips before he could stop it and he spread his legs a little, his body taken over by the kind of ecstasy he had only ever felt close to climax before, though he wasnt even hard yet. That was quickly changing though as Gerard sucked almost hungrily at the flesh in his mouth, biting gently and then kissing over Frank’s neck before sucking again.

Frank tipped his head back and reached up a shaky hand to rest on the back of Gerard’s head and tangle into the black hair, spreading his knees even more as he practically begged for Gerard’s hand to move that tiny distance and touch him where he wanted it most.

“Mm... Mmm..” Frank mewled, his lips parting as he arched a little, Gerard focusing entirely on his neck and Frank gulped softly, his whole body tingling. The hairs on his arms standing up as if charged with static electricity and he just lost himself completely.

Gerard sucked harshly at Franks neck before pulling back and looking through half lidded eyes at the deep purple mark he had left, the blood pulled to the surface and he stifled a groan as he pressed his nose to it and smelt that salty sweet fragrance, his body prickling with desire and he licked over the mark, the flat of his tongue pressing to the skin as he dragged it up over it and then moved back completely, taking his hand out of Franks hair and winding both arms around his waist again.

“You’re a terrible distraction Frankie.” He chuckled, Frank giving a small sigh in response. He stayed sprawled up Gerard’s chest, panting ever so softly as he willed his semi to go down. His heart was beating so fast it almost hurt and he eventually found enough composure to unwind his fingers from the silky hair they had tangled in and lay both hands in his lap.

“S – Sorry...” He breathed flatly and Gerard chuckled, pressing a butterfly kiss to his temple and shaking his head.

“Don’t be...” He purred and he smirked softly as Frank slumped against him and closed his eyes again, the young man resting on him for a long moment until the movie ended and he sat up with dazed eyes.

“Erm... Mm... Should I... Be going?” He asked uncertainly, turning to look at Gerard with eyes that shone with lust and yet a sort of contentment and Gerard smirked, nodding and cupping Frank’s face in one hand.

“I think that would be best.” He agreed, Frank blushing and nodding. “But what would be better, is if you come here tomorrow.” He smirked and Frank stared at him in slight surprise for a moment before readily agreeing.

>X<

Frank’s legs were shaking when Gerard walked him back through the woods, pulling him into his arms as they were about to part and hugging Frank tight to his chest. Frank nuzzled his face into Gerard’s shirt, breathing in his warm scent and wrapping his arms gently around his slim waist, staying in his embrace for a minute or two before reluctantly breaking.

“Tomorrow then?” He asked softly and Gerard nodding, bowing his head to press a kiss to Frank’s forehead and brushing his nose through his hair, planting a kiss in the soft locks as Frank felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter.

“Definitely. Have pleasant dreams Frankie...” Gerard purred, stepping back and watching as Frank trotted away on jelly legs, making him chuckle softly to himself.

R&R? XOX