Frank’s P.O.V.
As I notice Matt at school the next day, my heart flutters in my chest with nerves. I decide to get it over with and ask him as quickly as I can manage. I head over, my strides twice as big as they usually are.
“Hey Matthew…” I begin.
Matt’s cerulean eyes illuminate with excitement as he notices me. “Hey Frankie! How are you?”
“I’m good. I just- can I ask you something?” I question.
“Yeah, anything,” Matt responds. He flicks his blond hair effeminately.
“Well… you like Gerard, don’t you? Not like, but like like,” I continue.
Matt’s baby cheeks go pink. “But if you like him, I can back off.”
“Do you… do you think I’m cute?” I ask, blushing myself.
Matt goes from pink to crimson. “I think you’re adorable.”
“So, we all think that each other is good looking, and we all kind of have crushes at least on each other,” I start.
“Your point?”
“Do you- do you want to have a three way?” I mutter.
Matt’s eyes go as big as saucers, and he anxiously rubs his hands on his thighs as he stammers a reply of, “Well…. I-I’ve n-never really h-had sex before so I…. I might be bad.”
“We don’t care,” I assure.
“Well…. I… I don’t see why not,” Matt responds.
“Cool,” I reply casually, trying to relax him a little. “We’ll bring you to our house after school?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Matt agrees. He gives me a little wave and a tight smile before starting down the hall.
I visit Gerard at lunch. He nods to acknowledge me, and grips his sandwich without a word. He takes a bite, and I inform,
“Matt’s on board.”
He chokes on his food, coughing loudly and beating on his chest with his fist. He takes his napkin and spits into it, folding it and placing it to the side. “What?!”
“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d agree either. He’s coming over today, so I hope you’re wearing cute undies,” I tell.
“A-alright,” Gerard stutters. He frowns at me and growls, “By the way, good timing with that bombshell, Frankie.”
Matt’s P.O.V.
I follow Gerard and Frank to their car, my heart pounding in my chest with such violence that I half expect it to burst from my chest. Gerard reaches over and takes my hand, trying to comfort me.
Frank glances over and grins his delicate smile, pink lips upturned ever so perfectly.
Once we get to the car, we all climb in the back expect for Frank, who gets into the passenger seat. In the driver’s seat is this absolutely gorgeous man with ebony locks and dark green eyes. He grins at me as I get in, and turns to Frank, asking,
“Who’s your friend?”
“I’m Matthew,” I introduce, outstretching my hand. The man smiles as he grabs it and shakes it, replying,
“I’m Billie. I’m their dad.”
Something about the way he says it makes me want to smile. He just seems so proud about it, glory seems to radiate out of him, and the light behind his eyes say more than he ever could.
He brings us to their house, this tiny little apartment that is actually meticulously neat. I gape around at it in shock, since my house is always a mess. Gerard sees my expression and explains,
“Frankie’s a neat freak.”
“I am not!” Frank protests, following us into the bedroom. I lie down on the bed and lay a hand on my stomach to comfort its cramps as I watch Gerard dim the lights and Frank sit on the edge of the bed, hardly even making it sag as he’s so small.
Frank casually takes off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. He’s so petite, his ribcage pointing out towards the bottom. His collarbones project out as though they’re about to burst from his skin, and his tiny little hip bones protrude from his torso.
Gerard heads over, slipping out of his jeans. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, the American Apparel ones with the white racing stripes. He has legs like that of a runner, in other words, they’re fucking sticks. I reach out and stroke up his calf all the way to his thigh, realizing that they are also bony as Hell.
Gerard shivers a bit, my touch igniting his senses. He glances over at Frank, who slides over so he’s closer to me. He kisses my neck, lowering me onto my back. He pulls of my shirt and begins undoing my belt, pausing to slither out of his own jeans, leaving him in red lace panties with black bows on either hip.
He pulls of my pants, leaving me in my black briefs, and grips my inner thigh, rubbing it with his thumb. Gerard lies down next to me and tangles his fingers in my hair as he sucks on my neck. My eyes fall shut as Frank slips off my briefs as well.
I try to get hard for him, but I can’t. Something isn’t right. All of the sudden, I break out in a nervous seat, realizing, what the fuck, these are my friends. And I’m having sex with them?!
I jump up, snatching my underwear and stepping into them. I find the rest of my clothes and explain as I dress, “Look, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t realize this earlier, but you two are my friends! This is all wrong. I have to go!”
I open the door and leave, swinging my bag over my shoulder on my way out.
Frank’s P.O.V.
“D-do you think I spooked him?” Gerard asks.
I grab his hand as I assure, “It’s not your fault, Gee. It’s that… he’s just a kid, we have to remember that.” I look over at the shut door thoughtfully. “He doesn’t know what he wants.”
“I wish he would have figured it out earlier,” Gerard mutters, lying back on the pillows.
“Maybe he’s right,” I suggest. “I mean, how could this have worked, realistically? We’re not polyandrous; we’d be fuck buddies at best.”
Gerard sighs, running his hands through his tangled black locks. “I guess.”
“We should talk to him tomorrow, explain we’re not mad or anything,” I inform.
“Yeah,” Gerard agrees. “I hope he’s not too freaked out.”

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