See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I faltered, not knowing what to say or do. Frankie pulled me closer, our lips touching but not kissing, just barely there. I was kneeling on the bed now, my hands on either side of Frankie's waist.

His eyes looked so beautiful, half lidded and sleep glazed, shimmering in the little light the lamp provided. They looked grim, though. Sad. Almost as if he were silently pleading for me to stay. Maybe I'm just imagining that?

"Y-yeah?" He repeated.

I sighed, not having an answer. Linda suspected there was something going on, it was too risky to do this. But I wanted to. God, did I want to.

He looked scared for some reason. Why the sudden need to have me here?
"Gee-rawrd?" He said quietly, voice soft and pleading.

I wanted to ask what was wrong, why he wanted me to stay, but I couldn't find the words or my voice.

I just sighed and looked away from his beautiful eyes. If I keep looking at them I'll cave.
He slid both of his hands away from my neck, they fell next to his sides. He looked sad, defeated.

"Y-you d-don't c-c-care." He whispered, a small tear falling from his gorgeous eyes.

"I do, Frankie. I care a lot."

"D-don't l-lie t-to m-me." He lightly pushed me away. Well it felt light. I'm sure he put some force in to it. He's just so delicate, he's not at all strong, he couldn't hurt me if he wanted to.
I cupped his cheek and brushed away the tear with my thumb.

"What's wrong, hun?" I asked quietly.

He started crying then, salty tears cascading from his closed eyes and down his cheeks. I pulled him up and hugged him close to me. Wanting to stop the tears, to destroy whatever had hurt him. I wanted to take his pain away, to live it myself instead of him. He deserved no torment, no pain or night terror. He was a perfect being, an angel. He shouldn't have to know what it feels like to cry. He shouldn't have to cry a single tear. He doesn't deserve to.
He clung on to me like a life line. Burying his face in the crook of my neck and crying as quietly as possible.

I rubbed his back, trying to be of some sort of comfort. A few minutes later he had calmed down. He still sniffled a bit, but he wasn't crying anymore.

He let go of me and looked down at his lap, wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks.
I brushed hair away from his eyes, and some that stuck to his wet cheeks, and tucked it behind his ear.

"What's wrong, Frankie?" I asked again.

He shook his head 'no' and muttered a soft and unconvincing, "N-nothing."

"Hun, please, tell me. I want to help." I sat next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. After not getting an answer I pulled him in to my lap.

He leaned in to me, head resting against my chest and nose nuzzling my neck.

He placed his hand on my cheek and looked deep in to my eyes.

"P-promise y-you w-won't l-leave m-me? P-promise y-you w-won't h-hurt m-me?" He asked me quietly.

My heart ached, he sounded so hurt. Did he really think I would leave him, that I would hurt him? I rather die than hurt him and if he ever needs me I would do anything for him. I don't care what Linda says. She can shove her opinion up her ass. I'm here to protect Frankie, I can't become the source of his pain.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and whispered, "I promise, Frankie."

He smiled softly, sadly. I brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and traced his cheekbone with my finger.

"Tell me what's wrong, hun." I whispered after a minute of silence.

He looked away, frowning at the closed window. I squeezed his shoulder, trying to get him to look at me. He did, his eyes glistening with tears and hurt.

"S-stay. I-I'll t-tell y-you i-in m-morning, y-yeah?" He asked quietly.

How can I say 'no' to those pain splattered eyes, that sweet voice that pleads for me to stay?

"Okay, hun. I'll stay." I whispered.

He smiled and curled up closer.

This is risky. Linda could walk in and it would be the end of us. She would take Frankie away from me, I'd never kiss or touch or see my angel ever again.

But it's an offer I can't turn down. Having Frankie in my arms all night would be amazing.
He shifted, scooting off me and crawling off the bed and to the door. He locked it and then climbed back in to bed. He sat up against the headrest and pulled the covers over his legs, up to his waist. I just kind of sat there. Sleeping in the same bed as Frankie didn't feel real, it felt almost too good to be true.

He blinked at me and pulled the covers back, so I would sit next to him. I moved over and sat next to him, our legs and arms touching. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that his undershirt showed a lot of his skin. I shouldn't be thinking these things, he's upset. I should be taking care of him, not thinking of how nice he would look without the shirt -or pants- on.
He leaned his head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arm around him.

"F-feel b-better w-with y-you." He mumbled.

I smiled and kissed his hair.

"Y-you m-make m-me f-feel h-happy a-and p-pretty a-and f-fuzzy a-and s-safe a-and I d-dunno." He continued.

I felt my heart swell and those stupid butterflies swarm in my stomach.

What he just described? That's love. At least to me, that's love. He loves me. I make him happy and fuzzy and he loves me.

He turned to me, our noses almost touching. "D-do I m-make y-you f-feel l-like t-that, t-too?" He asked quietly. Eyes wide and begging for me to say 'yes'.

Of course he makes me feel that. When I'm with him I feel alive, important. He gives my life the meaning it was sorely lacking.

"Of course you do." I answered.

He closed the small space between our lips. The kiss was soft, sweet, meaningful and short lived. He pulled away a mare three seconds later.

He looked at me with wide eyes filled with that emotion I couldn't quite place. Love. I knew what it was now, it was love, he loves me. He didn't exactly say it, but I feel it, he loves me. All this time he's loved me, I just didn't see it.

He turned away and flicked off the lamp, the room now completely dark.

I felt him lie down, I did, too. He snuggled close to me. Lying his head on my chest, his arm thrown over my middle and his leg wrapped around mine. I wrapped my arm around his waist, wanting to feel him closer to me, but this was as close as we could get.

"G-g'night, Gee-rawrd." Frankie mumbled against my shirt.

"Good night, hun." I mumbled back, to mesmerized in the moment to pay much attention to my words.

I didn't want to sleep now. I wanted to stay up all night and kiss and feel and have Frankie. I wanted -now more than ever- to take him. To make him mine. To see and feel him like nobody ever did. Though, I know that will not happen. Not now and maybe not ever. But having him right here is so tempting.

I closed my eyes and sighed, I can't think like that. Frankie's just a little boy and it would be taking advantage of him.

"S-sleep." Frankie murmured.

He talks in his sleep? I looked down at him -which was useless, it's dark- and waited to see if he would say anything.

"What?" I whispered a few silent seconds later.

"G-go to s-sleep." He answered.

Oh, he is awake. How did he know I wasn't sleeping?

"I'm asleep." What the hell did I just say? Note to self: Lack of sleep makes me say stupid things.

He kind of laughed. "N-no, r-really, Gee-rawrd."

I shifted a bit, lying on my side, facing Frankie. Although I couldn't see anything, it felt nice to know he was there. We weren't touching, but I could feel his body heat and that was just as good.

"Why aren't you asleep, Frankie?"

He reached over and pressed his fingertips to my hand, I entwined our fingers and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles.

"W-why y-you n-not s-sleep?" Frankie asked quietly.

"I was just thinking." I muttered.

"A-about?"

"...stuff." Brilliant answer, Gerard. Bravo.

"W-what s-stuff?" He asked.

He's sure persistent tonight.

"I- heard your mom and my father arguing...about us." It wasn't a complete lie. I had thought about that too. And it was better than 'having sex with you'.

I felt him tighten his grip on my hand. He was quiet for a moment. "W-what d-did t-they s-say?"

"Well, in resume, your mom suspects there is something between us and she told my dad. But my dad denied everything and I think your mom believes him."

He let go of my hand and then I felt his fingers on my neck. Just grazing my skin with his fingertips. I closed my eyes and sighed in content, I really like it when Frankie randomly touches me like that. He moved closer so we were pressed chest to chest, I lightly placed my hand on his hip. Not knowing what the appropriate way to act was.

I knew what I wanted, though. I wanted to press Frankie's body as close to mine as possible. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. But I couldn't. This, as little as it could seem, is dangerous. This could all end horribly.

Being with Frankie is dangerous. He seems so innocent and sweet, he wouldn't hurt a thing. Not intentionally, at least. But by being with him I'm risking everything, the scariest part is: I don't care.

I don't care if I lose everything and end up in jail. As long as I spent my last breath on Frankie, my life would be worth it.

"T-that's g-good, r-right? T-that y-your d-dad d-doesn't b-believe h-her."

"Yes, but Linda is suspecting and that on itself is bad. The fact that she told my dad makes it worse."

He kissed the side of my mouth, probably aiming for my lips, but missing since it's dark.

I touched the side of his face and redirected his lips, this time we did kiss. Slow, but passionate and deep. I love kissing Frankie. I moved my hand up to the nape of his neck and dragged my fingers down his back. He groaned against my lips and pulled on my hair.

We completely stopped and I had a heart attack when we heard the stairs creak. I had forgotten the house was so quiet. Even the smallest noise could be heard.

We were frozen for a few seconds, when there was no more noise Frankie turned me over, so I was on my back, and climbed on top of me. He lied down, his head on my chest and our fingers entwined.

"S-sleep, Gee-rawrd." He muttered.

"Goodnight, hun." I whispered.

I closed my eyes and sighed. Frankie in my arms is better than any sleeping pills I've ever took.

Notes

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