See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

"Y-you d-don't h-have to a-answer r-right n-now if y-you d-don't w-want to." Frankie muttered.
I hadn't realized how close he was. He had his head leaned on my shoulder, his hand in my hair and his arms wrapped around my middle. I was just kind of sitting there, lost in thought.

I love someone, not just anyone. I love Frankie. That's a lot to take in.

"No, it's just-"

"S-s'okay" he whispered.

He moved closer, nuzzling his nose in the space between my neck and shoulder. My skin tingled when we touched, the butterflies batting in my stomach.

My skin burrned with want, I want him. I want to be with him, kiss him, touch him. I want him.
I wrapped my arm around his slender waist and pulled him closer.

Not too close, I have to be careful. I can't risk hurting him.

But he took this as an invitation and not two second later I had Frankie sitting in my lap. He had his arms around my neck and his lips dangerously close to mine. I had my hands loosely holding him by the hips.

"Frankie, I don't thin-" I was cut of with a soft kiss to my lips.

He pulled away a few seconds later and looked up at me, all big eyes and blushed cheeks.
"I don't think this is such a good idea." I completed my sentence.

He frowned, "W-why n-not?"

I removed my hands from his hips, "Because, you're too young and it's...it's just not right." I answered.

His eyes flashed with hurt and disapointment, but he quickly recovered. He let go and got off me, then he stood in front of me.

"O-okay. Y-you d-don't want m-me, o-okay." he said. He them left, leaving me sitting there like an idiot.

What just happened? Does he really think I don't want to be with him? By the time I reacted Frankie was long gone. It's lat, I'll have to wait until tomorrow to talk to him.

-----Time Lapse-----

I stepped out of the shower and towel dried before pulling on a pair of tight black jeans and a plain black t-shirt. No jacket, it's warm enough today. I fixed my hair and then went to the bedroom to pull on my converse and headed down stairs for breakfast with my 'family'. When I got to the diner I sat at my usual place. My father and Linda where already there, eating each other's faces, as per usual. Lori came in not a second later and served me a cup of coffee, waffles and a plate of fruit.

"G'morning, Gerard." muttered Linda when she noticed I was there.

"Good morning." I answered.

"Sleep well, son?" my dad asked.

"Better than ever." I said.

It was true, my night was filled with dreams of Frankie's lips on mine.

Linda stared at me with a death glare that scared the living shit out of me. What the hell is wrong with her?

I glared back at her, she turned away a few seconds later, instead telling my father some thing about a package arriving today.

"Gerard?" My dad's voice snapped me out of my day-dream.

"Yes?"

"Linda asked you something." I turned to Linda.

She ducked her head, "W-what was Frank doing in your room so late last night?" she asked in a rush.

I stared at her for a second. She's already starting to suspect.

"I was showing him some drawings." I answered calmly.

She stared at me with an unimpressed expression. Then she turned away, "...he's so young and he's sick, you shouldn't be..." she trailed off.

I felt my blood boil, "What shouldn't I I be doing?" I practically growled at her.

She flinched, "Gerard, son, calm down." my dad said.

"What? Calm down? What the hell are you accusing me of, Linda?" I spat.
She just stared at me, she didn't say anything and that made me even more mad. I didn't do anything with Frankie, he was the one that started it and I'm only human. How could I resist? Linda can go fuck herself, I don't give a fuck what she says. I want Frankie and I can have him if I want to.

"Linda didn't mean to offend you, son." my dad said, "It's only natural for a mother to be overprotective when her son is sick."

"Like it's only natural for a mother to let her son eat with the rest of the 'family'. Like it's only natural for a mother to pass more than five minutes with her son. Like it's only natural for any human being to want to help someone in Frankie's condition." I spat at Linda.

She just stared at her lap and said nothing, the bitch.

I was about to start another rant but was interrupted by a soft voice.

"H-hi." I instantly relaxed and a smile found it's way to my face.

That voice. That beautiful voice. Frankie always managed to make me feel better.

I turned to the door and watched as the little angel made his way to the table. He was wearing a black and white striped t-shirt with a long sleeved black shirt underneath, tight back skinny jeans and black and white striped converse.

Linda gave him the most shocked look I have ever seen. My dad just smiled at him.

"H-hi m-mom." Frankie said once he was at the table. He waved at my dad and then sat down next to me.

"H-hi, Gee-rawrd." He said, smiling.

I smiled back at him. His eyes shined with that emotion I still can't quite place. He leaned forward and for one terrifying second I thought he would kiss me, but all he did was plant a soft peck to my cheek.

When he sat back down properly I saw he was blushing. I probably was, too. Linda stared at me as if I had just raped him. My dad just kept smiling. I ignored her and started to eat my breakfast, happily listening to my Frankie go on and on about nothing in particular.

Lori came in after breakfast to serve some kind of cookies she had made. Frankie all but threw himself at them. I smiled even wider and let him have mine. I'd trade the world just to see him happy.

She thought no one would notice. The way she flinched when ever he spoke, how she wouldn't even look at him. The way she tried to hide, hide from her own son.

Embarrassed. She's embarrassed. She doesn't care for him. How could she? He's ill, therefor a disgrace, something to be ashamed of, to frown upon. How could 'Mrs. Linda ' have a menatlly ill son? She's ashamed of him.

She doesn't care for him, doesn't want him, doesn't love him.
But that's not a problem, because I do.
I want to take care of him. I want him, in every way possible. And I love him.

He doesn't need Linda, he has me. And I'm willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to make my Frankie smile.

I watched as Frankie laughed at my dad's joke and ate another cookie. Linda didn't look up from her plate.

She doesn't even care for him. Bitch. Cold heartless motherfucking bitch.

When Frankie was finished eating he turned to me, "S-show me m-more d-drawings?" he asked.

I smiled and took a napkin, carefully wiping away a few cookie crumbs from the side of his mouth, he blushed. He had such beautiful lips and they were so soft. I nodded slowly, not really noticing -or caring- that Linda was glaring at me.

Frankie squealed and stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the table.
I muttered an 'excuse me' and followed Frankie out of the room. He was waiting for me standing on the first step of the stairs. When I walked up to him he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me close to him. My hands, as if on their own accord, went to his hips. He looked up at me with big eyes filled with want. He looked nothing like a little boy at the moment, he looked more like a horny teenager. I leaned down -even standing on a stair step he was shorter than me- and kissed his lips softly, sweetly. Wanting it to be slow and careful, the way it should
Aparently 'soft', 'sweet' and 'slow' weren't going to cut it for him. He kissed back harder, pulling me closer to him.

Maybe this is all it is to him? He's a teenager, his hormones are probably going crazy at this age. Maybe it has nothing to do with me and all he's looking for is someone, anyone, that can give him what he wants?

I pulled away from him. He looked at me with big eyes pleading for me to complie. He leaned forward again, but I turned away.

Maybe that's all he wants? Just to get off?

He wouldn't be the first to try to get in my pant's and If he where anyone else I wouldn't care, but for some reason the thought of Frankie being with me only for that makes my heart .
"Gee-rawrd?" I looked back at him.

He looked nervous, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"What is it, Frankie?"

He stepped off the stair and hugged me, wrapping his thin arms around my neck, the other over my shoulder and resting his head on my chest. He ran his hand down to my heart. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist.

"I r-really l-like y-you."

My heart fluttered, "I like you, too, hun" I said against his hair.

He looked up at me with big, begging eyes, "K-kiss m-me?"

How do I say 'no' to those eyes?

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