See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

Frankie smiled a little, a soft pink blush spreading over his cheeks. He pulled me down a little more, standing on the tips of his toes, and planted a soft kiss to my lips. I don't think he meant for it to be that short of a kiss, he just couldn't reach and it was awkward for him. I lent down all the way and kissed him properly. He kissed back, putting both his arms around my neck, then parting his lips and letting me slip my tongue in to his mouth. Our tongues slowly sliding against one another.

He pulled away a few seconds later, cheeks flushed. "I'm s-so s-short." He muttered when he saw the way I was standing.

I stood up straight. "You aren't short."

He looked unimpressed. "R-really?"

I smiled. "But it suits you."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my middle, resting his head half on my chest half on my stomach. He pulled away a second later, realizing I couldn't exactly hug back.

"M-m'short." He murmured, looking defeated.

I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me, then I leaned down and placed a deep kiss to his beautiful lips. He wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing back slowly.He pulled away suddenly, then jumped up on me and wrapped his legs around my waist. I just stood like that for a second, he isn't heavy or anything, I'm just a little confused. Frankie is me?

"I-Imma f-fall." He muttered.

I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist. We were now face to face, Frankie's thin arms around my neck.

"N-not so s-short n-now." He said, a smile spreading across his lips. "A-am I h-heavy?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Of course not." I answered.

"S-sure?" He asked, still looking worried.

"Very sure...you're perfect. I love you. And I would carry you even if you were heavy."

He smiled, I smiled back. He leaned forward a little bit, closing the small space between us, our lips meeting in a slow passionate kiss. He parted his lips, I slip my tongue in to his mouth, loving the noises he made when our tongues slid against one an others. But he pulled away a few minutes later, giggling.

"Frankie? What's wrong?" I asked, very confused.

"Y-your h-hair t-tickles." He answered.

"Oh? So, I should just shave it off, right?" I asked. It was obviously a joke. I would never shave off my hair, never.

"N-no!" He exclaimed, looking shocked and worried and horrified. "I-it's p-pretty, l-leave it."

"You're pretty." I murmured, gazing lovingly at him. I really have to stop saying things like that.

He blushed and ducked his head, he's cute when he blushes.

I love him so, so much. What would I do without him? We had only been together for a few weeks, but I couldn't imagine going back to my old life. That saying; 'It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.' is utter shit. I don't think I could stand to live without Frankie. I prefer to not have known of him at all, than to lose him now. How could I live knowing I lost the best thing that could have ever happened to me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Frankie's lips on mine, I immediately started kissing back. I licked over his bottom lip, he parted his lips. I slipped my tongue in to his mouth, sliding my tongue against his slowly. I took a few steps forward until Frankie had his back flat against the wall, he made a soft gasp, threading his fingers in my hair and pulling on it softly. He bit my bottom lip, then sucking it in between his lips. He let go and dived down for another kiss, he parted his lips and I slid my tongue in to his mouth, resuming my former task of getting to taste as much of him as possible. I slid my hand down from his waist to his lower back, he groaned and pulled me closer by the front of my jacket.

I don't think there exists a bigger turn on than kissing Frankie. Frankie on his own is a turn on, imagine him groaning and pulling my hair while we make out. I never thought kissing would be such a turn on, Frankie has proved me wrong.

I slowly kissed down his jawline, he moaned loudly, pulling on my hair harder. I placed a harder, open mouthed kiss over his pulse point, slowly dragging my hand down from his lower back to his butt. Is he okay with that? The way he groaned and dragged his nails down my back suggested he was. I couldn't help the nagging little voice in the back of my head that yelled at me that I shouldn't be touching him like that. Voice that was immediately silenced by one of Frankie's loud and very sexy moans when I sucked on his soft skin. I squeezed his flesh, he groaned and pulled hard on my hair. I kissed lower down his neck, popping a button on his shirt and then licking over his collar-bones. I pressed him closer to me, he gasped and then moaned again, I absolutely adore the sounds he makes. He pulled my hair, tilting my head back, and crashing our lips together in a passionate open mouthed kiss.

"When you said don't touch him, I didn't think it was because you wanted him."

My heart all but stopped. Frankie quickly unwrapped his legs from around my waist and fixed his clothes. I turned towards the voice, Gabriel.

"I never would have thought you had a thing for little boys, Gee. But, anyway, I'll just leave you to it, yeah? I bet your little buddy is anxious to get back to work." He smirked and started towards the door.

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt before he could leave. "If you say a single word of this to anybody I will destroy you." I spat through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me, Gee. Nobody will know you like fucking easy little kids." He smirked again. He fucking smirked.

I will kill this idiot. Anyone who dares say something like that about my sweet little angel deserves the death sentence.

I let go of his shirt, then punched him as hard as I could in the nose, I heard Frankie make a small scared sort of gasp. He fell to the ground, covering his nose with his hand, blood dripping from between his fingers.

I leaned down close to him. "Frankie is, under no means, an 'easy little kid'. You can consider yourself lucky for having met him and even luckier to be alive after what you said. If I ever so much as see you give him a foul look, I will make sure you regret it." I growled.

I turned to Frankie, who was staring at Gabriel with a shocked expression.

"We should get going, hun." I extending my hand towards him.

He nodded, taking my hand. I led him out of the balcony, down to the ground floor and finally to the parking lot. I opened the passenger door for Frankie, then walked over to my seat. I was about to sit down when one of the assistants comes running over.

"Mr. Way! The director asked me to give you this!" He exclaimed, handing me a paycheck.

I took it and placed it inside the pocket of my jacket. "We will be leaving now." I muttered and went to sit down. All I want is to go back home and be with Frankie without having to worry about someone seeing us, this idiot is getting on my nerves.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" He asked.

"None of your business." I growled and slammed the car door shut.

I drove out of the parking lot, still fuming. What is wrong with the world?! Why does everyone have to be so annoying?

"Gee-rawrd?" Frankie's sweet voice always manages to sooth my anger.

"Yes, Frankie?"

"Y-you l-look hot w-when y-you're angry." He said, using that low, sexy tone of voice.

I turned to him; he was twirling a strand of his chocolate brown hair, biting his bottom lip.

Keeping to myself tonight will be hard.

Notes

Guys, sorry this took so long :/
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