See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

"W-why? You're not h-hurting me" He looked up at me with a sad expression on his face.

"But I could. I can't take the risk, I can't risk hurting you."

"Y-you won't. I...I r-really like y-you"

"...you don't know me"

He tugged on my sleeve, "I k-know you e-enough"

That surprised me. I couldn't deny him anything, because I didn't know what he felt or thought. But, could I really trust his words? What if he didn't really mean it? What exactly did he mean with 'I like you'?

"D-did you n-not l-like k-kissing?" he asked again.
Maybe I hadn't hurt him? I mean, it was just one kiss. And he seemed to like it, so.

"I liked it" I answered.

What I meant to say was, 'I adored it and want to do it again. I'm craving for it right now.' but I doubt that would be appropriate
.
He smiled, "S-see? N-nothing wrong, w-we b-both liked it"

Oh, Frankie, I wish it were that simple.

He hugged me tightly, resting his head on my chest. I sighed, he won. I wrapped my arms around his thin waist and pulled him closer to me.
How can I say 'no' to him? How do I deny him something that I want even more? Should I even try to fight him?

Yes, yes I should. I'm older and I should know better than to take advantage of a little boy as innocent as Frankie.

But I'm not doing anything bad, am I? It was just a kiss, and he seemed to enjoy it, so there was no harm done, right?

"We should get going, hun"

He looked up at me, still not letting go, "I d-don't w-wanna." he said.

How do I say 'no' to him? How can I look in to those beautiful hazel eyes and not give him what he wants? It's impossible.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask him.

"F-for ice c-cream!" he exclaimed.

I smiled, he's so cute. I nodded and Frankie took my hand and led he in to the ice-cream parlor.
It was a nice place, decorated to look like one of those old shops. Frankie scurried to where all of the different flavors were.

I stood next to him, smiling at how excited he looked. He was just radiating happiness.

"Can I help you?" asked a red headed girl that seemed to work here.

"Gee-rawrd, I w-wanna a c-chocolate o-one!"

"Okay, can you just give him whatever he asks for?" I looked up at the girl.

She blushed slightly and nodded, "Anything for you, Sir?" she asked in a to-be-sexy tone.

Is she seriously flirting?

"I'll have a," I looked at the many flavors, "what should I get, Frankie?"

He looked up at me with big eyes filled with happiness, " C-coffee! 'Cause y-you like c-coffee" he exclaimed.

I smiled. He knew me so well, "I'll take a coffee one, then"
Frankie smiled.

"Aw! Your son is so adorable, Sir!" the girl squealed. She batted her eye lashes at me and twirled a strand of long red hair. Then she went off to get the ice-cream before I could say Frankie was any thing but my son.

"C-can we e-eat it h-here?" Frankie asked

"Sure, hun" we were supposed to be home soon, but Linda could wait.

The red head re-appeared a few minutes later carrying a plate of ice-cream with about seven different flavors and then another one with only coffee.

She handed then to me, her hands lingering on mine for a lot more than necessary. Frankie glared at her when he took his ice-cream, he stood on the tips of his toes because he was so short.

"Your wife should take good care of you, or I just might steal you!" she squealed, batting her eye lashes and biting her lip, "You're such a good daddy" she added. Twirling her hair and licking her lips.

Frankie glared with more intensity. Then he placed both our ice-cream's on the counter and wrapped his arms around my neck. I was still in shock from the level of sluttiness this girl had, so I placed my hands on Frankie's hips without a second thought. And when I felt his lips on mine I didn't question it. It felt so good, natural even, to have Frankie so close to me.
The kiss was short lived and when we pulled away I glanced over at the girl. She looked absolutely horrified.

"He's not my son" I said, then I picked up both plates and walked with Frankie to a table. We sat side by side at a table by a window.

My brain took a while to catch up with what had happened, and when it did I felt like punching myself. What the fuck was wrong with me?! Didn't I just tell Frankie I wouldn't let it happen again? And now here I am, kissing him back.

I looked up at Frankie, he was eating his ice-cream and starign out the window at the many by-passers. I tried not to, I really did. But I found it impossible not to stare at his lips. He had beautiful lips. And they were so soft and felt perfect when they were on mine. I am such a horrible person. He's just a little boy. An inoccent little boy. And I'm a perv that wants to have him in all the wrong ways.
He looked up at me and smiled.
That smile.
Those eyes.
Those lips.
He's perfect.

He had a bit of what looked like strawberry ice-cream on the side of his mouth. I reached over and carefully wiped it away with a napkin. He looked up all blushed cheeks and big eyes. He's so beautiful. I brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. I placed my hand on the his cheek, cupping it. He tilted his head up, hazel orbs shinning with that un-known emotion. I leaned down slowly, totally concision about what I was about to do and testing to see if Frankie would let me. He did, closing his eyes and leaning forward, closing the small distance between us.
Kissing him felt as good as the first time. There were those stupid butterflies, the tingling from head to toe and the nagging thought at the back of my mind that this was wrong. Thought that was completely obliverated the second Frankie parted his lips, letting my tongue slip in to his mouth.

There couldn't be anything wrong with something that felt so right. There couldn't be anything bad about this, right? I wasn't hurting him, he wanted this, too.
When we pulled away Frankie looked happier than what I've ever seen him. It can't be wrong if it makes him so happy. I can't be hurting him.

"We should get going" I said a few seconds later.

"M'n-not f-fwinished" Frankie mumbled around his spoonful of ice-cream

"Your mom is going to get worried"

"I d-don't c-care" he said after swallowing.

I stared at him, hs beautiful eyes, his perfect skin, his soft pink lips.
"Okay, we can stay a little longer."

I wasn't really contemplating leaving. I didn't want to leave. Leaving meant going home, wich meant having to share Frankie with Linda which meant-

Wait. Linda.

I almost choked on my ice-cream. What if Fankie tells Linda we kissed? What would she do? He's underage, she could put me in jail for so much as staring at him. I have to make sure he doesn't tell her.

"Frankie?"

"Y-yeah?"

"What do you and your mom talk about?"

"W-when?"

"When you're alone"

"'B-bout stuff"

I sighed, "What kind of stuff?"

"S-she asks me a-about y-you"

Finally, we're getting somewhere, "What did she ask?"

"I-if you w-were n-nice a-and w-what w-we did t-together"

So, she probably will ask him about what happened today. And he probably will tell her every detail.

"Frankie, hun, You can't tell her we kissed, okay?"

He looked up at me, pouting, "W-why?"

"Because, she would get very mad at me and then she wouldn't let me see you."
"W-why?"

How the hell am I supposed to explain this to him? 'Because your way too young for me and your mentally ill'? That's rude and just plain mean.

"Because...we're too different."

He looked down at his lap, "B-because I'm s-sick?"

"Hun, that's not what I meant, I wa-"

"I-it i-is. S-she said I'd a-always b-be a-alone, 'c-cause I'm s-sick."
That cold heartless bitch.

"Hun, you're never going to be alone. You will always, away have me. No matter what happens I will always be here for you. I don't care if you're ill, because I want to be the one to take care of you. I don't care if you're young, because I want to be the one to help you grow up. I don't care if you mess up, because I want to be the one to help you through all your mistakes."

Frankie looked up at me, big hazel eyes shimmering with tears. I hugged him close. I buried my face in his hair, inhaling his vanilla scent and rejoicing in the warmness of his skin.

"Y-your so n-nice. L-like you l-lots."

I smiled, "I like you, too" I mumbled against his hair.

When Frankie let go I was left longing for his touch. Craving to have his small body pressed against mine, and not even in a perverted way.

Frankie smiled at me and then continued to eat his ice-cream. I -again- found myself staring at his lips, he beautiful pink lips.

Imagine what those lips can do.

Oh my god. I did not just think that. I felt my face go bright red. I tried my hardest to keep all of the inappropriate thoughts away, but it didn't exactly work and in the end I put my head in my hands and crossed my legs.

"Y-you o-okay?"

That beautiful voice.

"Gee-rawrd?"

So, so beautiful.

"Gee-raaaawrd?"

The last thing I need is Frankie all but moaning my name.
"What is it Frankie?"

"Y-you gonna e-eat that?" he pointed at my plate of ice-cream.

"Do you want some?"

"Y-yeah"

I smiled and picked up my spoon. Then I pulled Frankie closer and fed him a spoonful of coffee ice-cream. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm supposed to be taking care of him, not trying to get in his pants.

Only, I'm not. I'm not trying to get Frankie to sleep with me. I want to sleep with him, no doubt about that. Oh, shit. Why must I be such a perv? Anyway, I wouldn't force him. I don't want to hurt him.

Hell, I have to make up my mind. If Frankie wanted to kiss the first time, then it was okay, right? And the second time he was the one that kissed me, so that was okay too, right? But the third time I started it, but he didn't stop me, so that was okay too, right?

No, Gerard. None of this is right. I should be taking care of him. Looking after him. Not getting hard from thinking of him. And certainly not kissing him.

Notes

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