Frankie tilted his head to the side slightly. I did the same. I watched with half lidded eyes as he slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward. I leaned forward a little more.
I closed my eyes and felt Frankie tighten his grip on me. He leaned forward a bit more, closing the small distance between us.

The moment my lips touched his I felt as if millions of butterflies had swarmed in to my stomach. His lips were so soft. And it just felt so good. All thoughts of this being wrong were pushed to the side by the thought of having Frankie's lips on mine.

I pressed harder against his lips, he pressed back. I moved my lips slightly and felt a new wave of butterflies swarm in my stomach when he slowly started to move his lips against mine. I could tell he wasn't an expert at kissing, for some reason that made my heart flutter. To think that I'm his first kiss. The first person to ever feel his lips.

I tightened my grip on his hips and moved myself closer to him, so we were pressed flushed chest to chest.

I started to kiss him with more force. I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip, he faltered for a second but he slowly parted his lips.

I slipped my tongue in to his mouth rejoicing in the way he shivered when the tips of our tongues touched. It was slow and perfect. Sensual even. Our tongues sliding against one another. Frankie slower and more amateur and for some reason that made it even better.

All of a sudden my cell phone rang. I mean, really? You have got to be kidding me.
I would have ignored it and kept kissing Frankie but since I was so distracted with Frankie's angelic lips, the dreaded ring scared the ever living out of me.

I quickly pulled the stupid phone out of my pocket. Frankie removed his arms from my neck and started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.
I looked at him apologetically, he blushed and ducked his head. He's so cute.
I checked the caller I.D

Linda.

I answered, "Hello?"

"Gerard? Uh, are you two going to uh, be long?" she sounded nervous.

"I don't think so, why?"

"J-just, uh, no reason. Bye." she hung up.

That bitch. Interrupting me while I'm kissing Frankie.

I suddenly felt as if I had been hit over the head with guilt.

Fuck, I kissed Frankie.

He's just a little boy and I took advantage of him. And it wasn't even a little peck. No, I shoved my tongue down his throat. I suddenly felt like everyone in the world were staring turning there hate filled eyes on me.

I mean, I just tainted Frankie's innocence. I'm suck a perv. I should be locked up and put on death row.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and turned to Frankie. He looked up at me, all flushed cheeks and red lips. Eyes big and shining with that emotion I couldn't quite place.
"I, uh," that was all my brain could come up with when I was staring at Frankie's lips.
He walked the short distance and re-wrapped his arms around my neck and placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth and then rested his head on my chest.
I wrapped my arms around his slender waist.

"Frankie, this isn't right. I can't do this to you. I can't hurt you like this."

He looked up at me with a confused expression on his face, "Y-you're not h-hurting me." he whispered.

Only, I am. Very much. I'm tainting him. He doesn't know so much. He doesn't see the evil in the world. The horrible people in this world. People that, like me, would do anything to get their hands on Frankie. Only, they probably won't care if they hurt him. I can't let that happen. I can't let anyone hurt him. And I can't become the source of his pain.

He took a hold of my hand and led me out of the hallway. I followed him without objection.
"Frankie, your mom called."

He halted and turned to me, "W-what did she w-want?" he asked.

"She just asked if we were going to take long."

"Oh" he started to walk again, "Gee-rawrd?" he spoke a few seconds later.

"What is it, Frankie?" I was still a bit distracted trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do about the kiss.

"D-did you n-not l-like k-kissing me?" he asked me.

We were standing in front of an ice-cream parlor so there was quite a few people walking by, though I doubt they payed attention to us.

Did I like it? I fucking loved it. I want to do it again, that's what scares me. I can't like Frankie that way, it's just not right. Not because he's a boy, though that was a bit confusing since I've never been attracted to a male before, homosexuality is completely okay.

Love is Love, genitals are just God's way of accessorizing.

It's wrong because Frankie's ill. Because he's so young. Because he probably doesn't realize how I took advantage of him. Because he's probably not completely aware of what's going on, or what he feels.

But, by saying that Frankie doesn't know what he's feeling, I'm saying he can't love. That's hypocritical, of course he can love and hate and of course he knows what's going on. He's ill but he knows. He knows what wrong and right and he knows what he wants. Maybe he wants this? Maybe he wanted it as much as I did?

"Gee-rawrd?" I realized I hadn't even answered.

"Frankie, do you understand what happened?" I had to ask. As rude as it may sound, I need to know if Frankie is capable of comprehending what just happened.

"Y-yeah. We k-kissed" He stated simply.

He said 'we kissed' not 'you kissed me'. He's counting himself as a part in it. He's saying he didn't object.

"And you wanted to kiss, right?"

His cheeks turned bright red, "Y-yeah"

No matter his answer, I still felt bad.

I let myself slip, I took advantage of him and I can't let it happen ever again.
No matter what. If I let my guard down, next time it won't be just a kiss. If I wasn't careful I could really hurt him.

I can't let this happen again.

"Y-you didn't a-answer my q-question" Frankie spoke.

"Hun, this can't happen again, okay? I can't let myself hurt you, again."

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