See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

It was around 4 a.m when I heard my bedroom door open. I looked over, but it was already closed, again. Who could it be? There was a sliver of moon light coming in from behind the closed curtains, that was the only light in the whole room. It illuminated a thin line crossing my bed, that was all I could see. I heard soft footsteps and then felt the foot of the bed dip. I managed to focus my eyes enough to make out who it was.

Frankie? What was he doing here so late. He wasn't wearing a shirt and, from what I could see, only boxers.

I watched with wide eyes as he crawled towards where I was. His big eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. He didn't look at all like a little boy. The way he moved, so sure of himself, was anything but childish. He looked, with the whole meaning of the word, sexy. The way he had his eyes set with mine, how his hips swayed slightly and the way he placed one arm in front of the other never faltering and never losing eye contact. He looked like he knew what he was doing, like he knew what he wanted.

He crawled on top of me, after having pulled the puffy black sheets away, his knees on either side of me.

"What are you doing?" I finally found my voice.

"I r-really like y-you" his voice was low, seductive. Dangerous, even.

I felt him run a hand down my bare chest, stopping when he got to the waistband of my boxers. God, that felt so good. To be this close to him. Skin to skin and nothing in between.
He lent down and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I tangled my fingers in his long silky hair, pulling him down closer, to kiss him harder.

I ran my hands down his back, feeling all of him. I don't care if it's wrong, it feels too good. He shivered when I went lower, just sliding the tips of my fingers under the waistband. I wanted to feel very inch f his virgin skin, to be the first to make him feel good. I want to be gentle, want to show him how much I care for him. I flipped us over, so he was lying on his back and I was hovering just above him, holding myself up with my knees and elbows.

We started kissing again. Harder and faster than before. With a lot more passion and lust, all tongues sliding and teeth clashing. He had his hand in my hair, pulling on it a little harder than needed. Though, that felt a lot better than what it should and I found myself not wanting him to stop.

I started kissing him lower, traveling from his lips to his collarbones. I bit down softly on the skin of his neck, he moaned loudly.

Oh my god he sounds beautiful. I started sucking on his neck, craving to hear him make more noise. He did, a lot. I liked that, that he was loud, it lets me know he's enjoying it. I've never really cared if the person I'm sleeping with is feeling half as good as I am, but this is Frankie. He's special.

I kissed down his chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. I looked up at him, he was watching me intently with eyes full of lust, hazel orbs glazed over and pupils blown. He was beautiful.

I went back up and kissed him again. He kissed back, immediately parting his lips and letting me slide my tongue in and taste all of him. He tasted like vanilla and something else, like 'Frankie' and vanilla.

He flipped us over, so he was on top again. I was surprised he was this sure of himself. We continued kissing for a while, then he slowly ran his hand down my chest and to my boxers, slowly sliding them down my hips. I did the same to him, careful to make sure he was okay with it. Once we were both naked, I ran my hands all over him, his chest and back, then his legs. He had nice legs, they were pretty long for someone so short.

He moved so he was basically sitting on top of me. I held on to his hips and guided him down slowly, savoring the friction created between us. He moaned loudly; going faster, grinding harder and moaning louder each time.

It felt so good. Not just in the sexual way, but the overal closeness. Having him right here, sweat slick skin to sweat slick skin.

I was so close now, and by the desperate gasps of 'Gee-rawrd! M-more!', I was guessing he was, too.

I flipped us over, again. Grinding down hard, he threw his head back and moaned. I started to kiss and suck and bite at his neck. Marking his clean, pure skin. Marking him, as mine.
I reached down between our bodies and took a hold of him and started to stroke him, fast. I wanted to see him cum.

"Gee-rard!" Frankie screamed out in pleasure. I felt him cum all over my hand.

"Oh, Frankie" I moaned and then I came in between both of us.

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I jerked awake. Sweating and not knowing what the hell had happened.
It was still dark, but I barely noticed. Trying to concentrate on how to breath correctly. I reached down under the covers and sighed when I came in contact with my hard cock.
I stroked myself fast. I just want to go back to sleep. When I came I just kicked off my pajama pants, throwing them somewhere on the floor, and turning around, trying to go back to sleep.
Then I remembered the dream. I hadn't had one of those dreams in a few years, a wet dream. A wet dream about...Frankie.

I suddenly felt very guilty. Why was this happening to me?! I can't have him. Why does my brain insist on torturing me with these thoughts and dreams. I had never had a dream where I knew the person, or even where I could see there face, this made it so much more personal. I can't let this happen.

I can't let myself take advantage of Frankie just because he makes me horny. Even if I want to, I can't do anything with him. It's wrong. He's so young and innocent and I don't want to hurt him.
I sighed and buried myself deeper in to the cocoon of black blankets.

It seemed so real, the dream did. I could have sworn I had him in my hands, had his small body wrapped in my arms.

I was washed by a feeling of emptiness, I didn't, couldn't and wouldn't ever have him.

Notes

*blushes and hides behind bush* I suck at smutty scenes, sorry.

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