See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

When the movie was -finally- over I turned to Frankie, he had tears in his eyes. How does he like this so much?

"T-that was s-so b-beautiful!" He squealed. He smiled widely and blinked away the tears. He looked so happy.

I smiled at him, I didn't particularly like the movie, but I would watch it again if it meant seeing him so happy.

I looked out the window, it was really dark out now. It was pretty late, 11:04. The movie was long. I watched as some of the other cars started to leave, there were quite a few cars here, mostly teenage sweet hearts. There was a couple in front of us making out, I didn't want to see that, so I turned away and looked out the window at the dark sky. I don't think Frankie's in the mood for kissing and it sincerely makes me quite frustrated to see someone else get what I want so much.

"Gee-rawrd?" Frankie's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What is it, hun?" I didn't turn away from the window. It was nice here, we were in a clearing in the woods, being surrounded by trees was oddly comforting, I liked it.

Suddenly I felt Frankie slide in to my seat. It was a tight fit, he had one of his legs over mine, but I wasn't about to complain for being close to Frankie. The closer, the better.

He touched my cheek with his pointer and middle fingers, tilting my head down a little and leaning forward. I guess he is in the mood for kissing. He moved his lips against mine slowly, tangling his fingers in my long black hair and pulling hard on it. He pulled away, changing positions so he was sitting in my lap, then we continued kissing.

I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip, he parted his lips and I immediately slid my tongue in to his mouth. He made a not-so-soft sound when our tongues touched. The most amazing sound in the history of sounds. But he pulled away before I could have him make anymore noise.
He brushed some hair out of his face, but it fell back when he leaned down again.

"Let me." I tried tucking it behind his ears but that was just as useless.

Then he pulled out a little black ribbon from his front pocket and tied his hair back in a lose pony tail.

He leaned down again, but I placed my hand on his shoulder and kept him back for a few seconds, just looking at him. He was really beautiful. I'm starting to think he's some sort of extraterrestrial being, a human can not be this beautiful.

He gave me a questioning look. I cupped both his cheeks and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "You're an angel." I murmured.

He smiled widely and blushed a deep red, "T-that's r-really s-sweet, b-but I r-really w-wanna k-kiss n-now."

I smiled and moved my hands down to his hips, squeezing softly. I like his hips, their kind of round, like a woman's, but not quite? It was complicated, but bottom line was: He had a nice body and I liked all of it.
He leaned back down and our lips starting moving together. Seeming to be accustomed to having the others on them. Kissing Frankie felt natural now. Normal, but never dull or mundane. I don't think I could ever get tired of his lips or any of him.

He bit my bottom lip, pulling a little bit on it and then sucking on it softly. We continued kissing for a few minutes, only pulling away for air and then resuming with even more force.

Frankie was pulling on my shirt's collar, trying to get me closer, though 'closer' didn't seem possible. Somehow he managed to undo the top button without even trying.

He pulled away panting and looked down at my shirt, playing with the undone button. He looked up at me and bit his lip, I had to refrain from jumping him right that second, and undid another button. He slid his hand down from my hair to my shoulder, under my shirt. Then he leaned down and we kissed again.

A few minutes later I felt him dig his blunt nails in to the soft skin of my shoulder and then every now and then he would dig them in harder and that feels so good. It's not supposed to feel good, but I could really care less. The only thing that matters is that Frankie is doing it and it feels wonderful. Then he stopped clawing at my shoulder and rubbed and squeezed comfortingly the hurt skin.

Then he pulled away from my lips and kissed down my jawline. I was confused at first for why his lips weren't on mine and then I was even more confused because of why he was doing this. He kissed down my neck, at first soft and just barely there, then lingering and open mouthed. He popped another button off my shirt. Then he kissed that spot just below my ear, his tongue just teasingly brushing my skin. I sighed in content and leaned my head back on the headrest, encouraging him to keep going.

My eyes widened and I made an embarrassingly loud noise when I felt him bite down on the soft skin, not very hard. But hard enough so I was sure there was going to be a mark. He sucked on it afterwards, then licked over the damaged skin and pressed a soft kiss to it.

He moved back to my lips and we kept kissing passionately. I slid my hands under his shirt, squeezing softly his warm flesh. He sighed against my lips, then tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled hard on it. He slid his hands down from my hair to my shirt and undid another two buttons, slipping his hands underneath and spreading his fingers out on my chest. He pulled back a bit, panting. There was a string of saliva connecting our lips, he giggled and licked it off. I stared in aw. That was so sexy. How can he be so sexy? He leaned down again, but my phone rang before our lips could touch.

I shifted a bit, taking my cell phone out of my back pocket and answering before looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?" I answered, annoyed and bitter.

Frankie leaned down and kissed my neck again, making it even harder to concentrate on the phone call.

"G-Gerard?" Fuck. It's Linda.

Is stole a quick glance at my watch. It's 11:58, my eyes widened, it's so late. Frankie kept kissing lower down my neck.

"Yes."

"It's really late and, uhm. Where is Frank?" She asked, she sounded worried, if a bit mad.

"He's right here, we're driving back home." I bit my lip when Frankie started sucking on the skin of my collarbones.

"Oh. Hurry up." She hung up right after.

I let out a loud sigh, both out of relief and pleasure.

"F-Frankie, we've got to go now."

He leaned his head on my shoulder, planting a soft kiss to my cheek and twirling a strand of long black hair between his pointer finger and thumb.

"D-don't w-wanna g-go...w-wanna s-stay h-here, w-with y-you." He said seductively.
I had never heard him use that tone, he sounded so sexy and tempting. But, no, we can't. We have to leave now.

"I don't want to leave either, but we have to." I turned to him.

He bit his bottom lip and looked at me with big doe eyes.

"P-please?" He kissed me softly and then pouted.

Why does he have to make everything so hard?

"No, Frankie, sorry." I spoke slowly. Trying to convince him and myself that it was better to go home. But having to choose leaving over kissing him was anything but good.

"Gee-rawrd!" Frankie groaned.

Having him practically moan my name wasn't exactly helping. I turned away from him and sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

He turned my head so I was looking at him and placed a soft kiss to my lips, soft and lingering and full of feelings and sweetness, that sent millions of butterflies free in my stomach.
The more I thought about my situation, the more it amazed me. Here is Frankie -the most beautiful and perfect human being to have ever existed- sitting in my lap, kissing me. It confused the hell out of me, why would he want to be with me? Someone as perfect as Frankie could have anybody they ever wanted at their feet. I don't think there's anything special about me that makes me compatible with an angel like Frankie.

I closed my eyes and kissed back, just as soft and sweet and meaningful.

"Your mom is going to be worried...and mad, very mad." I mumbled against his lips.

"D-doesn't m-matter." he mumbled back. His lips brushed against mine when he spoke, making it hard to concentrate on his words and not the softness and warmth of his lips.

"It does. She won't let me see you." I brushed a strand of soft chocolate hair out of his face.

"S-she c-can't do t-that." He said matter-of-factually.

"Of course she can. She's your mother." I replied, letting my hand slide slowly down from his hair to his shoulder.

"B-but s-she s-said w-we had to b-be r-really n-nice to y-you and y-your d-dad. S-said to n-not m-make y-you mad. S-so s-she w-won't do a-nything." He said.

"But still, hun. It's late, we should get going."

"N-not l-late." He chewed on the nail of his thumb.

"It is, hun. It's midnight."

He dropped his hand to his lap, "O-oh." He pouted.

He stared at my neck and frowned, then he pressed down on the spot under my ear with his pointer and middle fingers.

"H-hurts?" He asked, quietly.

"No, why?" I answered.

"H-have b-bruise." He mumbled.

I smiled fondly at his worried expresion. "It's not a bruise, hun."

"N-no? W-what is i-it?" He asked confused.

I flipped out the mirror on the sun-blocker and took a quick look. Frankie, scooted away so I could see. And sure enough there was a not-so-small hickey on my neck. I checked on my collarbones and there was a smaller one there, too.

"W-what is i-it?" He asked again. Pressing his pointer finger to the one on my collar bone.

I smiled softly. "It's a hickey."

He looked just as confused as before.

"It's from your biting."

He looked guilty now. "S-so s-sorry! I h-hurt y-you!" He covered the mark with his hand.

"No, hun. It's okay. It doesn't hurt," I smirked, "It actually feels very good. I'd like it if you did it more often."

He blinked twice at me, "Y-yeah? Y-you l-liked it?" He asked nervously.

I kissed his lips. "I loved it."

He was quiet for a minute, tracing my collarbones with the tip of his pointer finger. "I-if i-it f-feels g-good, y-you s-should do it t-to m-me." He said in that low, seductive tone I liked so much.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, I wasn't expecting that.

"I- uh...we really have to go now." I stuttered and ended up changing topics, not having an answer for his request.

Of course I wanted to, but it just didn't seem right to mark Frankie's skin.

But I bet it would be nice. He would probably make a lot of noise, since Frankie is anything but quiet. I really like that, actually. He sounds nice, sexy. Not vulgar like most people tend to, he sounds beautiful.

"O-okay." He scooted back on to his seat.

I fixed the buttons on my shirt. Buttoning it up to the top and failing miserably at covering the mark. At first I thought Frankie was mad, but just as I was abut to ask he silenced me with a soft peck on my lips. Then he went back to looking out the window.

That's okay. A kiss is enough to keep me happy.

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