See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I may or may not have had a couple heart attacks, I wanted to push my morals to the back of my head and shout 'yes', at the same time I wanted to pray for forgivence for this sweet little angel. The promise of being alone in a relatively small space with a wet naked Frankie was almost too good to turn down. I don't think I could live with myself if I said 'yes', though. It's low and dirty and just so inappropriate and so wrong and I'd be taking advantage of him and just no.

"I...don't think that's such a good idea." I answered.

He stepped back, starring at me with a confused look on his face. "W-why n-not?"

Because I'd most likely die of sexual frustration, having you right in front of me and not being able to touch you. "Because it would be inappropriate." I answered.

"W-why?" He asked again, looking even more confused.

"Because you...wouldn't be wearing any clothes." I muttered.

"W-why? Y-you're m-my b-boyfriend, y-you're s-supposed to s-see me l-like t-that." He said. I didn't say anything. "O-or d-do y-you j-just n-not w-want to s-see me?" He asked quietly, a sad look on his face.

"No, Frankie, it's not that at all. I just don't think you would be very comfortable." I sat on the edge of the bed.

Frankie walked over, sitting on my lap, his fingers tangled in my hair and my hands instinctively going to his hips. "I-I w-would."

"Hun, It's just that you are...so young." I sighed. "I don't want to hurt you."

He leaned in close to me, his lips brushing against mine when he whispered. "Y-you w-won't."
I leaned forward, closing the tiny space between us, our lips meeting in a deep passionate kiss. He pulled on my hair and opened his mouth the smallest bit, allowing me to slip my tongue past his lips. He moaned when the tips of our tongues touched, I tightened my grip on his hips. He bit my lip, pulling on it softly, playfully almost. Then re-connecting our lips in a harder, more desperate kiss. All teeth clashing and tongues desperate to taste as much of the other as possible.

My breath hitched and I tightened my grip on his hips when he dragged his hands down my chest. He looked at me, hazel eyes half lidded and lust glazed, his cheeks blushed pink and hair a bit messy. I probably looked creepy, eyes wide and mouth ajar, contemplating the beautiful little boy on top of me.

"L-love y-you." He whispered.

I cupped his cheek and placed a soft kiss to his dark pink lips. "I love you, too, hun."

He kissed my lips one last time and then got off me. "I-Imma g-go s-shower." He said, already making his way to the bathroom.

I just sat there for a while. I was seriously considering following him. There are so many things I'm just dying to do with him, why not start now? He's a good kisser, I wonder what other things those beautiful lips could do? I stared at the door for a couple seconds, when I heard water running I stood up and left. Frankie deserves privacy, and it's disrespectful -not to mention creepy as all hell- to listen to someone showering.

I closed the door to Frankie's room and walked up the stairs to my own bedroom. When I made it to my room, I went straight to the bathroom, I need take care of my 'problem'.

After a quick and very awkward shower I walked out to the closet and picked out a pair of black dress pants, a black shirt and a black jacket. I slipped on a pair of black dress shoes and dried my hair, then headed back upstairs to Frankie's room. I knocked on his door and waited for an answer.

"C-come i-in." He called a few seconds later.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. Frankie was already dressed In a black button up shirt, dark skinny jeans and black converse and was now brushing his hair.
"H-hi...h-help?" He pointed at me with the brush.

I walked over to him and took the brush. I looked up at our reflection. It dawned on me how young Frankie looked next to me. Three years may not sound like a lot, but he seems so much younger and I so much older. Anybody else would think I were twenty six or twenty seven and that Frankie was twelve at the most. I look like I could be his dad.

"G-gonna h-help o-or n-not?" He snapped me out of my thoughts.

I smiled at his reflection. "You look gorgeous."

He blushed a deep red. "T-thanks." He whispered, looking down at his shoes.
I smiled again and started brushing his silky chocolate brown hair. I would look back to our reflection every few seconds, each time I would see the same. An extremely beautiful, extremely young little boy, with long chocolate brown hair and the most stunning hazel eyes I will ever see, and a pervert that looks twice the little boys age. I wasn't getting any younger and apparently Frankie didn't know what 'ageing' meant.

When I was done brushing his hair, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me, his back pressed flat against my chest, and buried my nose in to the crook of his neck.

"You are so beautiful," I nuzzled closer. "I love you so much."

He placed his hands over mine. "L-love y-you, too."

"Even though I am so old?" I didn't mean to ask that, it just came out.

I looked at the mirror to see Frankie blink twice, a slightly confused expression on his face. "Y-you're n-not o-old." He said slowly.

"I am. I'll be turning twenty in a few months and you just turned sixteen. And I look very old compared to you."

He turned in my arms, so we were face-to-face, well, sort of, he's so short, it was more like face-to-chest.

He cupped my cheek and looked in to my eyes. "I l-love y-you. D-doesn't m-matter w-what y-you l-look l-like or h-how old y-you a-are, I'll s-still l-love y-you j-just as m-much."

I leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his cupid bow lips. "I'll love you just as much, too."

He smiled. "W-we s-should go n-now." He said.

I let go of him, checking my wrist wach and confirming the fact that we should leave. I took his hand and lead him out of the house and to the garage. I opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini for Frankie and then walked back to the drivers side. I got in and started the engine, then drove out of the house property and to the city.

The drive was filled with Frankie's opinion on diverse themes. First why sleeping was 'cool', then why cookies were like gold and finally why I should fire Lori. In Frankie's opinion she was inefficient and horrible at what she did, her cookies didn't taste good and her face is stupid.
"I don't think those are enough reasons to fire her." I said. I didn't want Frankie to be upset, if he didn't like Lori then we could get another housekeeper. All I needed was a valid reason to fire her.

"S-she l-likes y-you! W-what if y-you c-cheat on me w-with h-her?" He looked genuinely worried, his big hazel eyes splattered with hurt.

"What? Of course not! I would never do that, Frankie. I would never cheat on you, especially not with Lori." She isn't a bad looking girl. But it would be illogical to cheat on someone as beautiful as Frankie. He's perfect, end of discussion.

I turned to him, he looked up at me with big doe eyes, a soft smile playing across his perfect pink lips. The rest of the drive was silent.

When we got to the art gallery, I parked the car in my reserved spot and got out to open the door for Frankie, he stepped out and took my hand. I noticed the parking lot was completely full, I locked the car and was about to start walking when one of the assistants walk over.

"Mr. Way! Such a good thing you could make it! Let me help you with your pieces."

I stepped away from Frankie and walked to the trunk of the car where the pieces where.

"And who is this young man?" He asked curiously.

"This is Frank Iero, a very good friend of mine." I answered. I could just feel Frankie staring at me, probably mad that I hadn't introduced him as my boyfriend.

The man said something else, I wasn't paying attention, then took the pieces and headed back in to the gallery.

"A v-very g-good f-friend?" Frankie snapped the second the man was out of earshot.

"Frankie, hun, you have to understand I can not tell everyone about our relationship. They wouldn't understand."

His eyes softened and he hugged me, whispering a soft 'S-sorry' and taking my hand again. I smiled at him and we walked to the front entrance. Inside was full with people, not uncomfortably full like having to push, just a bit more stuffier than other days.

"T-those l-look p-pretty!" Frankie exclaimed pointing at the glass sculptures.

"Want to go see those?"

"Y-yeah!"

He smiled at me and I led the way. Frankie oogled at the tall multi-color sculptures for a few minutes. They were quite nice.

"S-show me y-your s-stuff!" Frankie suggested once he was done inspecting every sculpture.

"Okay, let's go." I led him upstairs.

I was suddenly very nervous, I never really cared what other people say about my art, but Frankie means the world to me, so obviously his opinion is important. What if he doesn't like them?

The second floor was just as -if not, more- crowded than downstairs. There were many of the painters here, explaining there pieces or critisizing the other artwork.

In front of my paintings was a large crowd of people, mostly just people that came for the expo, but also some other artists.

"T-that o-one's y-yours?" Frankie asked, staring at one of my new pieces.

"Uh, yes. What do you think?" I asked slowly, afraid he wouldn't like it.

"I-it's s-so p-pretty!" He smiled widely. "A-all of t-those are y-yours?" He asked, looking at my other paintings.

"Yes...there's one I really wanted to show you." I lead him to one of my new paintings.
I moved through the crowd so Frankie could get a good look at it. He stared at it for a couple seconds, eyes wide and mouth ajar.

"T-that's m-me?" He asked quietly.

It was indeed a painting of him. It was a full body in black and white, the only color was in his eyes. It was raining, he had his arms raised, his shirt ridden up and his jeans were riding low on his hips. Some of his hair falling in front of his eyes. His eyes were hazel, with the swirls of dark green and the sparks of amber he had in real life. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as in person, but you could see the resemblance. He was beautiful and I wanted everyone to see it.

"Do you like it?" I asked quietly.

He looked up at me and smiled, his big hazel eyes sparkling. "I-it's v-very p-pretty." He turned to me, pulling me down close to him by the front of my jacket. "I l-love y-you." He whispered, his warm breath tickling my lips.

"I love you, too, Frankie." I murmured, all but mesmerized by the way his eyes shined in the light.

He pulled me down a little bit more, our lips brushing against each-others. I leaned down and kissed his perfect cupid bow lips. He kissed back, soft and sweet. Who cares if people are staring? All that matters right now are Frankie's soft-as-heaven lips on mine. We pulled away a few seconds later, Frankie's lips a darker shade of pink and his cheeks flushed.

"Gee!" I turned towards the voice and saw Gabriel. That idiot.

He walked over to us, smiling and waving. "Good evening, Gabriel." I greeted, not at all happy to have to put up with this idiot.

He tried to hug me, but I dodged it and we ended up shaking hands. He probably didn't notice Frankie since he didn't address him at all.

"Gee, show me your new paintings!" He exclaimed, taking my hand and trying to pull me with him.

Frankie pulled my hand out of Gabriel's grip and entwined our finger. "H-he's g-gonna s-show h-his p-paintings." He glared at Gabriel in an unsuccessful tempt at looking menacing.
Gabriel turned to Frankie, at first he seemed annoyed, but once he looked him over he smiled.

"Why, hello. Who's your handsome friend, Gee?" Frankie stopped glaring at him, Gabriel smiled again. I swallowed the lump of range in my throat.

"This is Frank. Frankie, this is Gabriel." I introduced them.

Gabriel shook Frankie's hand, still smiling at him. I feel like punching that stupid smile off his stupid face.

"So, Frankie, how old are you?" He asked.

"S-sixteen." Frankie answered, not really paying attention to Gabriel's very obvious insinuations.

"Oh, you're young...I like'em young." He smirked.

That son of a bitch.

Notes

Yeah, okay. Hope you guys like this one!!! Lots of you wanted a shower scene, though :/ So, sorry fro not writing that :/ But whatever, the next chapters will be a little heated :3 Hope you'll like them

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