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Frank's POV




"There's a party tonight at Trace's," Gerard said to me, snapping me out of my daydream. "and you're

coming with me." He informed me, smiling to himself, or me, I couldn't tell which. We were walking

through the woods that connected our high school from the main part of town where we both

lived, it was after school and we were on our way home on a quiet Friday afternoon. I sighed and

closed my eyes, enjoying the cool autumn breeze on my face, letting it blow my fringe around my

eyes. "Hmmm," I replied sleepily. "am i just?" Gerard grinned at me somewhat wickedly as we sat

down under a big oak tree, which had skulls, bats and various other doodles carved into it. He had taken me to this tree

every day we walked home since I got here a week ago. We had used Gerard's craft knife to do one

little doodle on it each, each day when we stopped under it. "Yes," he replied, still grinning

wickedly, "yes you are."

"Hmmm. Okay. Do I get a choice in this?" I asked him. "Not at all," He grinned. I smiled at him,

and was a bit unnerved to find him staring straight into my eyes. I could feel myself getting

nervous and I had no idea why, so I just looked down because I could feel myself going red.

"Frankie? He asked and I looked up cautiously, hoping he couldn't read the look in my eyes, the

look that said, 'You are so awesome and I can't understand why somebody so cool would want to hang

out with a loser like me'. I bit my lip nervously as I thought this, and looked again at the

forest floor. "So are you going to come with me? I mean . . will you?" he asked. "Oh so I do get

a say in this now?" I smiled. "To. . . some extent" he grinned. "So how about it? It'll be a good

chance for you to meet some of the kids here in town." Yep you guessed it. I'm the new kid. I

had been going to school for a week now and met this dude Gerard, and his younger brother Mikey

who both lived across the street from me. Now the three of us are like, best friends. Trace was

a friend of Mikeys who sometimes hung out with me and Gerard. "Um . . I guess so" I said. "It's

not like I've got anything else planned." "Yay!!" he smiled. "I'll pick you up at 9 okay? We'll

walk there, it's only about 10 minutes from ours actually." Gosh, it was practically like he was

asking me out on a date. I blushed and looked down again. 'Shut the fuck up Frank, you're being

stupid' I thought to myself. Gerard laughed and I asked "What?" defensively and he said "Well for

one thing, you keep blushing, which is kinda cute. For another, you won't look at me, which is

kinda really cute." That made me flush madly redder, so I didn't look up. Cute!? Had Gerard just

called me . . cute!? "Oh God" I moaned under my breath. "Hey," said Gerard leaning down to look

at me, but I covered my face with my hands. This was sooo stupid and embarrassing. Why was I so

God damn nervous around him??? I wondered if I should just walk home now and leave him

here. Oh wait, I didn't know the way. Damn it. He took my hands in his, and pulled them away

from my face. As soon as his hand touched mine, goosebumps covered my body and I shivered

involintarily. What the hell? I glanced up at him, frozen, hoping he hadn't noticed. And he was

smiling. "What?" I said. "Now what's funny?" He grinned even more. "You shivered when I touched

you." he said. "What no I didn't!" I protested, while in my head I was thinking DAMN! He didn't

let go of my hands, which were starting to dampen slightly already because I was nervous. "You did." He

said. "You so did. You liked it. You liked it when I touched you," He said. He sounded

fascinated, and yet he looked curious, intrigued. He smiled at me and I looked away, feeling my

hands tense in his. "It's true though, isn't it Frank?" he pressed. "You did like it, didn't you?

I can tell." I opened my mouth to say something in my defense, but nothing would come out. I

felt like I had something stuck in my throat. What the fuck was wrong with me???

I looked away from him again, my face burning red and he laughed and squeezed my hands. "Come on

Frankie out with it" he said. "You did I can tell. Am I right?" I turned back and looked at him.

He was gazing at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. He was so close to me that I could see

every detail in his perfect pale face, with his brilliant green eyes sparkling with

anticipation. "I. . I. ." I stuttered nervously. "I. . no, no, I mean. . I uh. . . . ."

I trailed off as my voice failed me again. This sounds strange, and I have no idea why, but it

was getting harder and harder to say no to him. I guess I wasn't a very good liar. He smiled yet

again, he seemes to smile a lot. It's like that was all he needed to hear. He moved his hands, which had still been holding

mine, and took my right arm in one hand. I looked up at him. He started carefully trailing his other hand up my wrist,

watching my face for a reaction,

and moving up my forearm to the joint beneath my elbow, and back down. I didn't say anything, just stared him down,

trying to prove it meant nothng to me.

But as his fingers traced my skin so lightly and slowly it caused my hairs to stand on end,

I moaned very quietly against my will,

and mentally slapped myself because he heard me and smiled. "See I told you so," he said,

continuing to gently trail his fingertips across my forearm. Slowly, almost lazily, tracing over

the veins in my arm. His touch was like . . . electricity. It was like each inch of skin he

touched was sending an electric flow through my whole body. I tilted my head back and closed my

eyes. I felt warm. I felt relaxed. Why didn't I stop him? Oh I don't know. This was like some sort of weird dream. It had to

be. I mean come on, here I was just sitting here blushing and stammering like an idiot and

Gerard was touching me, like he wanted me to feel some pleasure out of it. And

it was working. When Gerards hands moved further up my arm, over my black flag T shirt and

started rubbing my shoulders, the feeling I got was so strong I knew it had to be real. He

looked up at me for a reaction, and he was smiling. "You're so tense all of a sudden, Frankie, You

seemed fine walking home from school. Laughing. . Talking. . . " he smiled.

"He. . I . . No, No Gerard, this is too weird," I said, finally attempting to stand up. But Gerard

was a year above me, and I had an eating disorder kind of thing so I was a bit of a weakling, and his strong

but gentle arms pulled me down before I could get anywhere.

"No Frankie, I'm enjoying this." he said softly, as if that ended the matter. "Aren't you?" he asked innocently, knowing the

answer full well. He smiled as he moved his hands up and started rubbing my neck.

I stiffened for a moment at the touch of his warm hands on my neck. Was I dreaming after all? I

did feel a bit lightheaded. I then started to moan long and loudly as the tension just melted

away. It was so relaxing, I just couldn't help it. It felt so . . good. So . . nice.

"That's it Frankie," Gerard smiled as he applied deeper pressure to the back and sides of my neck.

"just relax . . " he said leaning his head down, whispering it in my ear, his lips inches away

from my face. "just relax . . ." I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck and it made me shiver

again. "Ooooh does Frankie like it when I breathe on him?" Gerard cooed and blew on my neck

again. Feeling his soft warm breath tickling my neck and face made me smile, and goosebumps once

again covered my body. "Yes, I think Frankie does like that" Gerard said in that low, husky

voice of his. I sighed somewhat defeatedly, knowing he had won, I clearly couldn't fight this any

longer.

". . . Gerard?" I said, realizing just how exciting it was to have him so close to me, leaning in

on me, as he talked to me in that sexy, low voice, stroking my throat and running his long

fingers through my hair. "Yes Frankie?" he asked, breathing in deep the smell of my hair as his

lips brushed lightly against it. "I. . I think I. . you gave me . . um. ." I stuttered and after

a moment Gerard laughed quietly, amused when he realized what I meant.

His eyes trailed to my now uncomfortably tight skinny jeans and he laughed softly again.

"Sorry" I apologised, "It's not my fault Gerard, I . ." but Gerard shushed me, cutting my

stammering short. "G-Gerard?" I asked. "Mmmmmmmm?" he hummed into my ear, brushing his lips ever

so softly against my earlobe, making me shudder slightly against my will.

"Kiss me." I whispered.

Gerard opened his eyes and turned to face me, gazing into my eyes for what must have surely been moments

but felt like years, and we both moved our heads closer as our lips met softly and the electricity went buzzing through me again . . .




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