See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I sat up, so he was sitting on my lap again. He was quiet for a few seconds. The most terrifying seconds of my life. Why did I say that?! He won't say it back, it's too soon and he probably doesn't feel the same.

"...r-really?" He sounded bewildered.

"I- if you...yes." I stuttered, I was so nervous.

He lunged himself at me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck, I hugged back just as tight, nuzzling at his soft chocolate hair.

I felt wetness on my neck. It taking me a few seconds to realize it was a tear. Frankie's crying? He feels so bad for me he's crying?

"...I love you too." He whispered against my skin a few minutes later. He didn't even stutter.
My heart nearly exploded with happiness. He loves me. It's official, he said it. He loves me!
I tighened my grip on him, pressing his small body as close to mine as possible. I lied my head on his chest, closing my eyes, wanting the moment to last forever. I felt him reach over to the night-stand, then turn on the light.

It burned my eyes at first, having been so long in the dark. I felt Frankie's hands on my cheeks, then I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw where Frankie's goregeous eyes, the sparks of amber and dark green seeming brighter than ever.

He frowned and rubbed his thumbs under my eyes and over my cheeks. "Y-you're c-crying." He stated.

I hadn't realized that. "Because I'm happy." I answered simply.

He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a soft yet so passonate kiss.

He pulled away and smiled again, his cheeks blushing a light pink. "L-love y-you a l-lot."

I smiled, too. "I love you, too, hun."

I pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over his eyes, letting my hand linger over his cheek.

"M-m'hungry." He mummbled, rubbing his tummy.

I smiled, he's so cute. "Let's go to the kitchen, okay?"

He nodded and got off me, he waited for me to get off the bed and put my shoes back on and then took my hand, leading me downstairs.

It felt nice to hold Frankie's hand and not have to worry about Linda or my dad. And it felt even nicer to know that he loves me.

"I w-wanna c-cookie a-and p-pop-corn a-and s-soda a-and a m-movie." He said.

"Weren't you tired?" I asked, a smile spreading across my face.

"N-not a-anymore." I mummbled.

I laughed a bit, he's just so cute.

When we got to the kitchen, I turned on the light, smiling even more as I watched Frankie jump on to island and swing his feet back and forth.

"W-watch m-movie, y-yeah?" He said to me as I sat down on a stool.

"Hun, it's late." I answered.

"A-aw! P-please?" He looked at me with big puppy dog eyes, who could say 'no' to those eyes?

"Okay, but just one."

He cheered and went to the cupboard and retrieved three packets of pop-corn. Then he went to the fridge and took out the cookies and soda. He handed the junk food to me and led the way to the movie room.

Once in there I sat down on the carpet, leaning against all the cushins and waited for Frankie to pick a movie. He sat next to me afterwards and we snuggled up to watch 'The Lake House'.
We were at the part where the main caracters are at a party and they kiss.
Frankie squeals. "A-aw! S-so c-cute!"

I take away the boul of pop-corn before he can drop it, and set it on the carpet next to me. When I turned back, Frankie moved on to my lap, a soft smile playing across his lips.
"L-love y-you." He whispered.

I smiled, my heart doing backflips and summersaults in my chest. "I love you, too, hun."
He leaned down, conecting our lips in a deep passionate kiss. He wraps his arms around my neck, lying on the capret and pulling me down with him. He pulled away a bit, gigling. He tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear, I leaned down again, kissing his lips softly. He smiled in to the kiss, slowly parting his lips when I swiped my tongue over his botom lip. He made a soft keening sound when our tongues touched, sliding against one-anothers. I moved my hand down, from above his head to his hip, where his shirt had rode up a bit. His taunt skin felt cool and it was soothing to feel him beneath my finger-tips. He wrapped his leg around my waist, biting my lip afterwards. He let go and and pulled me down for another kiss, he imediately parted his lips. I slipped my tongue in to his mouth, loving the not-so-soft sounds he made. He slid his hand down from my hair to my lower back, under my shirt and up to my shoulder blade, leaving gossbumps all over my skin.

I started kissing down Frankie's neck, he groaned loudly when I placed harder, open mouthed kisses over his collar-bones. He pulled on my hair and sratched my back when I licked over his beautiful skin. He moaned. As in; real, loud, full out moan. And it sounded incredible. I just love the sounds he makes. He always sounds so sexy.

"Mmmh, Gee-rawrd!" Frankie moaning my name is the biggest turn on in history.
I moved back up to his lips, muffling his groans and gasps.

I heard a shreak and we both looked up to see Lori standing there, covering her mouth, a terrified expression on her face.

Oh, shit.

Notes

._:that's the sight gerard sees every night when his blindfold is undone i mean what ;)