See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I buttoned up my dark red-ish shirt and fixed my black tie then I left my room. Frankie was asleep in his bedroom and I had left to get changed.

After Frankie told me everything, we had lied on the couch and I held him close to me untill he ended up falling asleep. Then I had gone to my room.

I was mad, furious beyond belief. How could Linda let this happen to Frankie? This poor angel had suffered so much and she did nothing?

I walked down the last few steps and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Linda standing inside Frankie's room.

I quickly made my way towards her. She was telling Frankie he shouldn't be sleeping, or he wouldn't sleep at night.

"O-okay." Frankie said. His hair was messy and it looked so cute. "H-hi, Gee-rawrd!" Frankie greeted.

Linda turned around, surprised since she hadn't noticed me.

I felt my blood boil. Most of Frankie's terrors where her fault. I wanted to confront her, to scream at her for all her years of mistreatment and neglect she gave to Frankie. And I was about to, but she scurried out of the room before I could say anything.

Frankie, fixed his hair and then stood up and walked to me, he closed the door ,that Linda had left open, and then leaned on me. As in, he rested his head on my chest but didn't touch me with his hands. I did, though. I wrapped my arms around his little waist and pulled him as close to me as possible.

He looked up at me, a soft smile playing across his perfect pink lips. He placed his hand on the nape of my neck, the other on my shoulder, and stood up on the tips of his toes. But even doing that he couldn't reach me, so I lent down and kissed his soft lips. Soft warm pink lips that tasted like home and love.

He moved his lips against mine slowly, making a small happy sound at the back of his throat when I licked over his bottom lip. He parted his lips slowly, making another small sound when our tongues touched.

He pulled away, though. Way too soon if you ask me.

"M-mom s-said to g-go d-down f-for d-dinner." He said.

I sighed. Spending the evening with Linda and my father or staying here with Frankie and -probably- make out. Oh, what a hard desition.

"Do you really want to go?" I asked, hoping he would say 'no' and we could continue kissing.
"H-hungry." He nodded 'yes'.

I wasn't going to make him stay. If he wanted to go, we would go. It doesn't matter that I don't want to, if he does then that's all the reason I need.

"Okay, hun. Let's go." I smiled softly at Frankie.

He smiled back and we left the room, I closed the door behind us and followed Frankie, who had already made it to the stairs, to the dining room.

When we got there, my dad and Linda where already there. I sat down and Frankie sat next to me.

"H-hi!" Frankie greeted.

My dad smiled, "Hey, Frankie!"

Linda stared at her plate of soup.

"Good evening." I muttered, not wanting to be here, or anywhere near this bitch.

"Hey, Gerard. How did you sleep, son? You didn't come down for breakfast."
I hadn't planned this. How did I not think of a lie? I knew they would as, why didn't I think of something?

"I slept fine. Frankie and I were in his room and forgot to come down."

Frankie nodded absentmindedly as he bit a piece of bread he had dipped in the soup. So cute.
A few minutes later my dad started speaking again. "Gerard, Linda and I are going to be taking our late honeymoon, you know?"

I nodded. Not really knowing or caring about it.

"A-aw! So c-cute!" Frankie squealed.

I smiled at Frankie. He was the sweetest, most beautiful being to have ever existed and I am so lucky to have him.

My dad smiled at Frankie, then continued. "So, Gerard, you will have to look after Frank for a few weeks." My dad looked nonchalant, happy as always. Linda looked absolutely horrified.
A smile spread across my face. I probably looked creepy -not that I cared.
Linda looked up at me with the most terrified expression I had ever seen, her eyes comically wide.

My smile widened. "Don't worry. I'll take care of him." I said.

Her eyes went impossibly wide.

Frankie, who had been oblivious to everything, finally looked up from his plate. His gaze wandered from Linda's horror struck face, to my wide smile.

"W-what?" He asked, sounding utterly confused.

"Dad and Linda will be going out on a trip for a few weeks, we'll be staying here." I answered. I took a sip of the red wine in my glass.

"Y-yay!" Frankie cheered.

The rest of dinner was filled with Linda's horrified expressions and Frankie's unique conversations that would randomly switch topics at any given moment.

After dinner Frankie pulled me to the T.V. room and sat me on the couch. He sat on my lap, his arms around my neck, and looked down at me with big innocent eyes while he absentmindedly bit his bottom lip.

My body slowly regain control of itself and I rested my hands on his hips. "Frankie, what's wr-"

"W-wanna k-kiss?" He interrupted.

"...what?"

"K-kiss?" He leaned forward, his lips brushing mine when he spoke, "Y-you w-wanna?"

"I- yes."

He smiled and closed the tiny space between our lips. It was a more desperate kiss, fast and deep and just as perfect as any other. He made a soft sort of gasp when I squeezed his hips, then he pulled my hair, hard. He parted his lips without me doing anything, not that I'm complaining. Then he pulled back a bit, he bit my bottom lip playfully. I groaned and pulled him back down for another kiss. He made a surprised sort of sound that sounded so much like a moan.

He pulled away for a second, flipping his hair away from his face and diving back down for another kiss.

It was passion filled and splattered with lust and want and need -I needed to feel him, as close to me as possible. I had my hand on his waist and back, keeping him as close to me as possible, he had his hand in my hair, the other pulling me close by the black tie hung around my neck.

We were kissing like there was no tomorrow, all sliding tongues and clashing teeth.
Frankie pulled away a long while later, he was panting and so was I. He lent back down, wanting to keep kissing. I wanted to, too, but Frankie wears me out and right now I can't remember how to breath, let alone concentrate on his lips.

He didn't seem to care though and when he realized I was too tired to kiss back, he moved from my lips and started kissing down my jawline.

I sighed and leaned my head back on the sofa's headrest, I hope this ends with me getting another hickey.

Frankie undid my tie and top buttons of my shirt and kissed down the side of my neck, open mouthed wet kisses. When he reached the spot he had marked before he pulled away and traced it with the tip of his finger, that sent shivers up and down my spine.
"L-looks n-nice." He muttered, probably to himself.

He leaned down again, this time setting his lips right over my pulse point. I closed my eyes and bit my lip -which did nothing to stop the embarrassing sound that escaped my lips- when I felt him bite down on the soft skin. He bit harder this time, without a doubt this will leave a mark -not that I care. Then he sucked softly on the bit of skin, I hummed in content, he let go and licked over it before re-attaching himself to my lips.

He pulled away only a few seconds later and gave me the most innocent 'I-did-not-just-give-you-a-hickey' look, ever.

His cheeks were flushed and his lips a darker shade of pink. I cupped his cheek and traced his bottom lip with my thumb, jaw dropping and having a micro-heart attack when he licked at the tip of my thumb.

There was a knock at the door. Needless to say, it scared the living shit out of me. Frankie scurried to the large T.V and turned it on, on mute, then sat down next to me.

Another knock, I got up and go to answer. Frankie pulls me back. "F-fix y-your s-shirt."
I looked down at my shirt, having completely forgotten it was undone. I fixed it and then walked back to the door.

My dad and Linda were standing there. "Son, Linda and I are leaving now."

I didn't think they would be leaving right away. "Safe trip. Have fun."

"B-bye m-mom!" Frankie said, he had gotten up and was now standing next to me in the door-way.

"Good-bye, Frank."

"We'll be back in about three weeks, okay? No, parties!" My dad said, then they both walked away.

Three unsupervised weeks alone with Frankie sounded like heaven.

Notes

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