See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I didn't say anything, just kept driving while my cheeks burned red. It was quiet for a couple minutes. Then, as we were leaving the city and on to the lonely road that lead to the mansion, he undid his seat belt and sat up on his knees.

"Frankie, what are yo-" I turned to him.

He placed his hand on the nape of my neck and pressed a soft kiss to the side of my mouth. The leaned in close.

"I w-wanna k-kiss." He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear when he spoke.

"Frankie, I'm driving." This is way too distracting and so sexualy frustrating.

"S-stop t-the c-car." He replied simply.

I stole a quick glance at him, he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his big eyes drowning in lust, his hair waving slowly in the wind and his soft tan skin shining in the light. He looked beautiful, as always.

"Frankie, hun, it's late. We have to get home." I murmured.

He huffed, I turned to him in time to see him pout and cross his arms, but sit down anyways.

"B-but I w-wanna k-kiss when we g-get h-home." He stated.

"Me, too." I muttered, willing myself to keep driving instead of just pulling over and giving Frankie what he's asking for, what I so desperately want.

In the end I just drove a little faster and talked my thoughts away from Frankie, which was extremely hard when he was sitting right next to me, twirling my hair between his fingers.

"T-tonight was r-really n-nice." Frankie said, once we had arrived back home.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I remained calm on the outside while my inside had a party.

I left the car at the front of the house and stepped out, I walked around to Frankie's side and went to open his door. He stepped out and I closed the passenger door, then he pulled me close by the front of my jacket.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine when he spoke, using that incredibly sexy low tone of voice. "W-wanna m-make t-tonight e-even better?"

He pulled back a bit, biting his lip, a playful spark in his beautifulI eyes. I just stared at him for a couple seconds. Did he just say that? But he didn't really mean , right? I mean, he probably meant watching a movie or something, right?

"I- uh...what do you- uh, mean?" I blubbered, my heart beating twice as hard.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me down a little closer to him, then reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb just brushing over my bottom lip.

"Y-you k-know what I m-mean." He answered, barely above a whisper.

Okay, he isn't talking about movies. I tried convincing myself that my pants had just shrunk and it wasn't me getting over-exited, but I just wasn't buying it.

"I don't think we are- uh, talking about the same thing." I mumbled, trying and failing at not starring at his beautiful pink lips.

He smiled, a soft sideways half smile that looked a million times sexier than what it should. "W-we are."

That was it. That was the drop that broke the dam. I tried, hell did I try, but I can't fight it forever.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him as close to me as possible, and kissed his lips hard. He immediately started moving his lips against mine, moving his hand from my cheek to my head and tangling his fingers in my long black hair, then parted his lips, letting me slip my tongue in to his mouth.

I felt weird, bad, almost, for kissing him outside. It felt like the world was watching, which was stupid. There was nobody here, as for earlier, in the gallery, there were lots of people and that didn't stop me. I pushed that thought to the side and just continued kissing him. If I'm giving in, I might as well enjoy it, right?

I tightened my grip around his slender waist, he made a soft sort of gasp, pulling hard on my hair. He pulled away a few seconds later, panting, all flushed cheeks and dark lips.

"L-let's g-go inside, y-yeah?" He suggested.

I nodded, right now he could ask for absolutely anything in the world and I'd say 'yes' without a second thought.

He smiled softly and took my hand, leading me up the steps and re-attaching his lips to mine when we got to the big wooden door. I wrappedmy arm around his waist, trying to blindly open the door behind him with the other. It didn't exactly work and I gave up a few seconds later and wrapped both my arms around Frankie, pressing his small body close to mine and sliding my tongue against his.

I want -need- him; his smile, his giggle, his bright eyes and beautiful smile. I love him and I can't be without him. If -for some tragic reason- I lose him, I would most likely die of heart-break. I can't live without this beautiful angel.

He pulled on my hair again, I kissed him harder, wanting to be as close to him a possible. 'As close to him as possible' isn't good enough anymore, though. I need more, more of him. His voice, his smell, his lips. Just all of him. It doesn't seem like enough.

The door opened, we pulled away, panting, with our arms still around each other. Lori was standing there, looking terrified if a little disgusted.

I had a really strange feeling then. Like, that 'what if?' feeling. I imagined Frankie and I, but under very different circumstances. If Frankie weren't ill, if he weren't my step-brother, would we have still met? Maybe, in a paralel-universe [A.N. *fangirls because 'the universe'*], Frankie's completely healthy and I'm not his brother. Maybe, we met at the park and decided to go out some time. Maybe, I'm just dropping him off from our first date and we had our first kiss. Maybe, Lori's his mom and she just walked in on us. Maybe, it's a little more normal.

"Excuse me, Sir." Lori walked past us, muttering something under her breath that sounded strangely like 'Pedophile'.

I would have done something about it, but Frankie was currently pressing a lingering kiss to the side of my mouth and his lips are more than a little distracting. He pulled me down close to him by the front of my jacket and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes then nuzzled in to my neck.

"L-let's g-go, yeah?" He murmured against my skin.

I placed two fingers under his chin and tilted his head up, then pressed a hard passionate kiss to his cupid bow lips. He kissed back, but pulled away a few seconds later, pushing open the door and pulling me in behind him. We hurried to the stairs, stopping every few seconds for a quick kiss, I was just dying to have his perfect lips against mine, again. At the bottom of the stairs I couldn't hold back anymore; I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and pressed his small body as close to mine as possible, crashing our lips together in a hard, open mouthed lust filled kiss. He pulled away, panting. I leaned down again, not willing to let his lips go just yet.

"W-wait, l-let's go up, y-yeah?"

I nodded, not caring what I was agreeing to. He could have asked me to dress up as a potato-headed, purple spotted alien cow and dance to 'Thriller' and I would have said 'yes' if it meant we'd continue kissing.

He bit his bottom lip and took a hold of my hand, pulling me up the stairs to his room. We were there sooner than ever, Frankie opened the door. Once inside I pushed Frankie up against the wall, he groaned and pulled me closer by the front of my jacket, our lips meeting in a lust filled open mouthed kiss. Frankie pulled away for a second, he flipped us over so I had my back against the door and then re-connected our lips. I slid my hand from his waist to his hip, and then under his shirt, down to his lower back.

His taunt skin felt cool beneath my fingertips. It was soothing to feel him, right here. With me. It was mind blowing to hear and feel him like this. I was used to my innocent, more childish version of Frankie. And now, hearing him groan and moan, feeling him pull my hair and bite my lip, I almost couldn't believe he was the same person.

He pulled back after a few minutes. His lips a dark shade of pink, his hair messy, his cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide with lust and want. He looked as gorgeous as ever.

I grabbed his hips and hoisted him up, he wrapped his legs around my waist and we continued kissing.

Heated open mouthed kisses, drowning in lust. All the frustration from before was finally being relievedI could touch him, I could kiss him. I could finally have him.

I took a few steps forward, the laid Frankie on the bed, his legs still wrapped around my waist, I was holding myself up with my hands, on either side of his head, and knees. I kissed down his jawline, he moaned, dragging his nails down my jacket clad back. He unwrapped his legs from around my back, pushing me back by the shoulders. He sat up slightly, at first I thought he wanted to stop, but then he placed hard wet kisses to my neck, his small hands fumbling to take off my jacket. I helped him, sitting back on my knees and quickly pushing my black jacket off my shoulders and throwing it to the carpet. I looked down at him.

He took my breath away, he looked so beautiful; he was panting, his beautiful eyes were wide and just drowning in lust, his hair was messy; some of it falling in front of his eyes, his cheeks blushed a dark pink and his lips strawberry red.

I pushed the strands of silky chocolate hair back then cupped his cheek, tilting his head up just a little bit, and placed a soft, sweet, love filled kiss to his red lips; a stark contrast to the previous lust driven kisses, though just as enjoyable. I pulled back a second later, looking at him and being astonished at how lucky I was. Frankie, this incredibly gorgeous angel, loved me. How and why it happened, I don't think I'll ever know. I can't imagine a reason to make someone as ordinary as myself compatible to this heavenly beauty. But whatever the reason; he loves me. And I love him. And the outside world could be ending right now, I don't care. All that matters is him, this exotic beauty I some how got my hands on. He is my world and as long as he's still with me and I can still make him smile, then I'm happy.

Frankie pulled me down by the front of my shirt, pressing a harder more desperate kiss to my lips. He pulled me down closer to him, then flipped us over so he was straddling my hips. He sat back and undid the top two buttons of his shirt, then he leaned down again and pressed hard open mouthed kisses to the skin of my collar-bones. I ran my hands over his back, wishing he'd just take off the damn shirt. We stayed like that for a while, then he went back to my lips. He parted his lips against mine and I slipped my tongue in to to his mouth, my hand sliding up under his shirt, relinquishing in the feel of his warm skin against mine. Then he sat up, pulling me by the front of my shirt in to a half siting position, his hands fiddling with the hem of my shirt while he looked up at me with the sweetest most innocent eyes I have ever seen. Sweet and innocent, not sexy and tempting, apparently my brain doesn't tell the difference.

He pulled on the black fabric, biting his bottom lip, which was now a deep red, and brushing his fingertips over the skin of my stomach.

I leaned forward, seeking the warmth and comfort of his beautiful lips. He pulled back a bit, I looked up at him again. His eyes glimmering with lust and a spark of curiosity.

"W-wait. T-take t-this," He pulled on the hem of my shirt. "off."

Notes

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