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It was half an hour into the film and neither of us had spoken a word to one another. Honestly? I hated this silence. It was tearing me apart from the inside. I longed to hear his voice again. “Hey… um… Frankie? You know Mikey was kidding… right?” I ask, shuffling a bit closer to the teen, placing my empty mug down on the coffee table next to his.
“I wish he wasn’t...” he murmured. What? Did he just say what I thought he said? A bubble of hope brewed up in my stomach and I scooted closer to him.
“What did you say?” say it again. Please.
“You heard me” his voice was flat, void of any emotion. I smiled goofily to myself. He felt the same way! All this time I was worrying about it and he felt the same! Butterflies attacked my insides, trying to break through the thin walls of my stomach the more I thought about it.
“You mean… you want to be…” he nodded his head and pretended to focus on the movie. I reached out and touched his cheek, softly stroking it. He warmed into my touch, resting his head in my palm and sighing slightly. “You sure, sugar? I mean, I’m a murderer and all…we would have to live in an abandoned house forever. We would have to be on the ru-“
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, gee, I want you more than anything” he turned around to face me, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers. They fit perfectly together, his tattooed fingers between my plain, milky white ones. He traced circles on my hand with his thumb before taking my other hand in his, as well.
“I want you too Frankie, the moment I spotted you in the park all those nights ago, I knew I had to have you… I just… I had no idea you would feel the same… I thought if I told you that you might leave… I couldn’t chance it…I…I love you Frank…” I looked up into his eyes, seeing the love hidden behind the hazel. I tipped his chin up and slowly bought his face up to mine as I moved slowly towards him. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips lightly touched together. Our lips worked together, each kiss soft and loving; displaying our love in ways words cannot. Shivers ran down my spine as he held onto my neck, pulling me closer. I rested my hands on his delicate hips and swiped my tongue across his chapped, but soft, lips asking for entrance. Nervously, he granted me entry to his mouth. I ran my tongue along his as I explored his mouth. We fought for dominance, which of course, I won. I gently lay frank down on the sofa and crawled on top on his small body. I kissed down his jaw and focused on the sensitive spot below his ear. “Be mine, Frankie” I whispered in his ear, before starting a hickey on his neck.
“Always” he murmured and pulled my hips down onto his. I ground my hips onto Frank’s, earning quiet whimpers. I nipped and sucked just below his ear until I drew blood. “Nghh. I love you, Gerard. So much.”
“Hm, I love you too Frankie,” I scooped the aroused boy up in my arms and carried him upstairs.
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An hour and a half later, a panting, and very sweaty, Frankie cuddled up to my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and kissed his salty forehead. “Gee?” frank asked, running his fingertips over my bare torso
“Hm?”
“You smell of sex” he murmured into my neck. I laughed softly and ruffled his hair.
“Yeah… that tends to happen, sugar” he smiled up at me, his face still flushed from tonight’s activities. He yawned childishly before burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Just sleep babe, you deserve it.”
“Okay… you’re so cuddly!” he wrapped his arms tight around me, as if to prove a point before slowly drifting into sleep. I watched him for a few minutes, before giving into sleep myself.
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I woke up with a jump to loud banging. Frankie shot up beside me and whispered “Gerard. What the fuck is that?” as if to answer his question, shouting came from downstairs.
“ARMED POLICE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
“Fuck” I whispered under my breath. Frank looked at me with a worried expression and cowered into the bed. “Stay here okay, sugar? No matter what happens baby, I love you… so much” I kissed his lips softly and got off the bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers; my body still covered in sweat and dried cum. Frank’s cum. I smiled slightly and pulled open the trunk at the bottom of my bed, frank watching my every move.
“I love you too, Gerard” I heard him gasp as I pulled one of the many guns out of the trunk and headed for the bedroom door.
“Stay safe, sugar, remember me” with that, I left the love of my life and heading to my possible destruction. I crept down the stairs and saw four armed officers walking around the kitchen. I stopped in the hallway, raised my gun to them and cleared my throat.
“ Gerard way, you are under arrest for multiple murder, theft, breaking and entering and the kidnapping of Mr. Franklin Iero,” at this I immediately started laughing, choking out the word ‘Franklin’ between giggles. “Sir. This is no laughing matter. Put your gun down or we will shoot.” The sincerity in his voice was just asking for a challenge.
“And what if I don’t? Hmm?” I asked, spinning the gun around on my index finger.
“We are not afraid to shoot, Mr. Way,” again, that fucking voice of his still was asking for the challenge. I took the safety off of the gun and aimed it at the officers. I closed my eyes and managed to whisper ‘I love you Frankie’ before four gunshots sounded through the house; which weren’t from my gun.
“I wish he wasn’t...” he murmured. What? Did he just say what I thought he said? A bubble of hope brewed up in my stomach and I scooted closer to him.
“What did you say?” say it again. Please.
“You heard me” his voice was flat, void of any emotion. I smiled goofily to myself. He felt the same way! All this time I was worrying about it and he felt the same! Butterflies attacked my insides, trying to break through the thin walls of my stomach the more I thought about it.
“You mean… you want to be…” he nodded his head and pretended to focus on the movie. I reached out and touched his cheek, softly stroking it. He warmed into my touch, resting his head in my palm and sighing slightly. “You sure, sugar? I mean, I’m a murderer and all…we would have to live in an abandoned house forever. We would have to be on the ru-“
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, gee, I want you more than anything” he turned around to face me, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers. They fit perfectly together, his tattooed fingers between my plain, milky white ones. He traced circles on my hand with his thumb before taking my other hand in his, as well.
“I want you too Frankie, the moment I spotted you in the park all those nights ago, I knew I had to have you… I just… I had no idea you would feel the same… I thought if I told you that you might leave… I couldn’t chance it…I…I love you Frank…” I looked up into his eyes, seeing the love hidden behind the hazel. I tipped his chin up and slowly bought his face up to mine as I moved slowly towards him. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips lightly touched together. Our lips worked together, each kiss soft and loving; displaying our love in ways words cannot. Shivers ran down my spine as he held onto my neck, pulling me closer. I rested my hands on his delicate hips and swiped my tongue across his chapped, but soft, lips asking for entrance. Nervously, he granted me entry to his mouth. I ran my tongue along his as I explored his mouth. We fought for dominance, which of course, I won. I gently lay frank down on the sofa and crawled on top on his small body. I kissed down his jaw and focused on the sensitive spot below his ear. “Be mine, Frankie” I whispered in his ear, before starting a hickey on his neck.
“Always” he murmured and pulled my hips down onto his. I ground my hips onto Frank’s, earning quiet whimpers. I nipped and sucked just below his ear until I drew blood. “Nghh. I love you, Gerard. So much.”
“Hm, I love you too Frankie,” I scooped the aroused boy up in my arms and carried him upstairs.
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An hour and a half later, a panting, and very sweaty, Frankie cuddled up to my chest. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and kissed his salty forehead. “Gee?” frank asked, running his fingertips over my bare torso
“Hm?”
“You smell of sex” he murmured into my neck. I laughed softly and ruffled his hair.
“Yeah… that tends to happen, sugar” he smiled up at me, his face still flushed from tonight’s activities. He yawned childishly before burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Just sleep babe, you deserve it.”
“Okay… you’re so cuddly!” he wrapped his arms tight around me, as if to prove a point before slowly drifting into sleep. I watched him for a few minutes, before giving into sleep myself.
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I woke up with a jump to loud banging. Frankie shot up beside me and whispered “Gerard. What the fuck is that?” as if to answer his question, shouting came from downstairs.
“ARMED POLICE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
“Fuck” I whispered under my breath. Frank looked at me with a worried expression and cowered into the bed. “Stay here okay, sugar? No matter what happens baby, I love you… so much” I kissed his lips softly and got off the bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers; my body still covered in sweat and dried cum. Frank’s cum. I smiled slightly and pulled open the trunk at the bottom of my bed, frank watching my every move.
“I love you too, Gerard” I heard him gasp as I pulled one of the many guns out of the trunk and headed for the bedroom door.
“Stay safe, sugar, remember me” with that, I left the love of my life and heading to my possible destruction. I crept down the stairs and saw four armed officers walking around the kitchen. I stopped in the hallway, raised my gun to them and cleared my throat.
“ Gerard way, you are under arrest for multiple murder, theft, breaking and entering and the kidnapping of Mr. Franklin Iero,” at this I immediately started laughing, choking out the word ‘Franklin’ between giggles. “Sir. This is no laughing matter. Put your gun down or we will shoot.” The sincerity in his voice was just asking for a challenge.
“And what if I don’t? Hmm?” I asked, spinning the gun around on my index finger.
“We are not afraid to shoot, Mr. Way,” again, that fucking voice of his still was asking for the challenge. I took the safety off of the gun and aimed it at the officers. I closed my eyes and managed to whisper ‘I love you Frankie’ before four gunshots sounded through the house; which weren’t from my gun.
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