See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

When our parents left Frankie had wanted to watch a movie, so we had stayed in the T.V. room and watched 'Titanic'.

Frankie cried when it was over. I wanted to cry out of happiness. Why was this movie even here? Once Frankie had dried his eyes, he hugged me and kissed my cheek.
"Y-you l-like t-the m-movie?" He asked.

"Uh, it was okay." I answered. 'Of course not' would have sounded rude.

He was quiet, his arms still around my neck and his face a mere inch from mine.
"G-gonna s-sleep w-with me?"

While my inner pervert had a play-date with the idea of what to do to Frankie now that we were alone, the sane part of my mind reminded me he was still a little boy and that he meant actually sleeping, with clothes on. Not as fun, but a lot more realistic.

"Only if you want." I said, my original answer was 'Only if you take your clothes off.', but even the perverted part of me knew that was wrong.

He nodded and got off the couch, pulling me with him. I followed him out of the room and back up to his bedroom. Once there, Frankie walked me close to the bed and pushed me -yes, pushed me- on to it. I was lying flat on my back with my knees bent over the edge. Frankie climbed on to me, straddling my hips, he was holding himself up with his knees and hands, that were on either side of my head.

I was still trying to completely grasp the situation when he lent down and kissed my lips. Hard and deep and lusty. My lips apparently didn't need permission from my brain to kiss back, so the second Frankie's lips where on mine I started moving them against his. And apparently my hands didn't need permission either, so I placed them on his lower back and hip.

My brain all but exploded when Frankie licked over my lower lip. I took a few seconds to react but, eventually I parted my lips and sure enough, Frankie slipped his tongue in to my mouth. He slowly slid his tongue against mine and then ran his tongue over the roof of my mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds, his cheeks a deep red and his eyes big and innocent.
How does he do that? We just french kissed and he still manages to look like as innocent as a new born baby.

He sat up on me and bit his lip. Each one of the before mentioned actions are an intense turn on, so putting them together made it almost impossible for me to not rip off our clothes and well, you know what I mean.

"S-say s-something." He said after a few seconds of me just staring at him.

"You're so beautiful." Was the first thing that came to mind.

His blush intensified. "Y-yeah?" He asked quietly from behind the hair that covered most of his face.
I brushed away the hair, tucking it behind his ear. "Of course. I know I have said it before and you have probably heard it from many people but you are gorgeous. There aren't enough words in the world to explain how perfect you are."

His cheeks were so, so red. His eyes were wide and just overflowing with love.

I found it incredible really, that someone as absolutely perfect as Frankie, could be this shy. He must have been bombarded by people telling him how pretty he was, and still, he blushes fire-truck red when I remind him of his beauty.

Most people -men and women- these days were sluts. Not caring what happens to anyone but themselves. Not knowing what moral or manners are. Not knowing what real beauty is.

Someone wolf whistling at you, does not make you beautiful. You're a person, not a dog.

Someone calling you hot, does not make you beautiful. You're a person, not a temperature.

Make-up, implants and high heels, do not make you beautiful. You're your own person, don't try to cover it.

Real beauty is in the people that, like Frankie, don't need make-up or slutty clothes or huge muscles or implants to have heads turning. People that don't need to flirt to have whoever they want. People that smile and be themselves and make you fall in love. People that don't need to show all or give all to have you know how much they're worth. People that keep their head high and feet low.

Frankie is beautiful.

Frankie leans down and places a soft, barely there, kiss to my lips and whispers, "T-thank y-you."

I pull him on to me, so he's lying completely on me, and kiss his lips, a little harder but still innocent. He pulls away, though, and lies on his back next to me.

At first I thought he didn't want to kiss anymore, so I just sat up and looked over at him to see what he would do next. Then he pulled me by the tie, so I was straddling him, and we kept kissing.

I swiped my tongue over his bottom lip, he parted his lips slowly and we started to move our tongues against one others. He pulled away suddenly, panting.

He put his hand on the nape of my neck and touched the mark he had left with his thumb. "D-do t-that to m-me?" He asked with wide puppy dog eyes. Those eyes should be adorable not sexy.
I stared at him. Was I really going to do this to him? Our parents aren't even the problem anymore, it'll have faded before they come back. It was him. He was so sweet and innocent and cute and childish. Was I really going to taint that with a hickey? His perfect clean skin will be marked. Does he really want that?

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Y-yeah." He nodded. I guess he does.

I kissed him again, slow and soft and wanting to savor it as much as possible.

"Okay." I whispered against his lips.

I felt him smile in to the kiss. Why deny him something that makes him happy? It can't be bad if it makes him smile.

"Move up, okay?" I gestured towards the pillows.

No, I did not stare at his behind. Okay, maybe a little. Okay, a lot.

He lied his head on the pillows and looked over at me with those big eyes I had fallen so in love with. I moved towards him and kissed his soft -now dark- pink lips.

In all honesty, I was so nervous. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't know what I'm doing, it's just that it has never been this important, this decisive. What if I hurt him? What if I just majorly screw it up? What if he doesn't want to be with me anymore? There were so many things that could go wrong. But there were also so many things that could go right. He could like it, right? He could moan and tell me to keep going, right?

He pulled on my hair and bit my lip, not exactly softly. Not that I mind. He sucked on my lip a little then letting go and kissing again.

I slowly kissed down his jawline, relinquishing in the soft gasps and half groans that came out of Frankie's angelic lips.

He was digging his nails in to my back, which felt strangely good. That's worrying, actually. I know there are people that get turned on about weird things. But getting a kink out of pain, pain elicited from a little boy, feels wrong.

I bit down softly on a spot of his neck, sucking on the soft bit of skin afterwards. He moaned. Loudly. And oh my god that has got to be the sexiest sound I have ever heard.
He pulled on my hair hard, at the same time pressing me down closer. I pulled away a few seconds later. Frankie looked at me with wide lust glazed hazel eyes, he was breathing hard. He smiled, the few pessimistic thoughts dissipating from my mind.

"You okay?" I asked, still a tiny bit worried.

He nodded, "D-do it a-again?" He asked.

I don't know if it was his intention, but his voice was low, sexy and so seductive. How could someone like him, use a tone like that and still seem like an innocent little boy?

"Uh, I-" It was a good thing he interrupted me, I had no idea what I was going to say.

"O-or I d-do i-it to y-you?"

Of course I wanted to, but saying 'yes' made me feel guilty, like I was making him do it. I didn't want him to feel like he had to do anything. But he offered, right? Still, I feel like a pervert, wanting Frankie like

this. I shouldn't feel that way though, right? I mean, he initiated it. So it's okay, right?
He sat up and reached over to me, pushing hair out of my face. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"T-then l-let's s-sleep, y-yeah?" Frankie whispered soothingly, after he noticed I was having a heart attach.

I nodded. "I'll go change."

I left his room feeling a bit better, the promise of sleeping with Frankie again making my stomach roar with butterflies.

Notes

Hi! *hides behind bush because her kissing scenes always suck terribly* Sorry! I don't make them bad on purpose, they just naturally suck.

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