I woke up to the feeling of someones soft lips a top mine. I kissed back, not bothering to open my eyes, I already knew who it was. Lips so soft, so , could only belong to one person, one angel. My Frankie. He pulled away and I finally opened my eyes, being met with the beautiful little boy I had fallen so in love with. He smiled at me, his chocolate brown hair messier than ever, then laied back down, curling up in to me. I sighed in content, wrapping my arm around his slender waist and pulling him closer to me, he rested his head over my heart, his other hand over my chest.

"M-morning, Gee-rawrd." He mummbled against my skin.

"Good-morning, hun." I looked down at him, smiling at the sight of his big, bright hazel eyes.
Needless to say, I was in a very good mood. How could I not be? Last night was just
I sighed again, running my fingers through Frankie's silky hair. I closed my eyes, being washed with memories of last night, memories of my sweet little angel.

I looked down at him, mezmerized by how absolutely radiant he looked. I let my gaze wander from his angel face to his neck-which had a few love bites here and there-, over his shoulder, down his arm and to his small hand streched over my chest. I smiled, turning to look out the open window, I guess Frankie opened them at some point this morning.

I love him. So, so much. I love his eyes, love his smile, love his skin, love his giggle, love his nose, love his hair, love his long and extremely sensual legs. I love him, all of him. What would I do without my lovely little angel?

I felt Frankie shift, I looked back at him, my heart beating twice as hard when I saw him half smile, biting his lip to contain his emotion. He situated himself on top of me, the covers falling off his bare shoulders and uncovering all of his perfect sun kissed skin. I felt of rush of pure heat spread out through my body; I had almost forgoten how goddamn good it was to really feel him, all of him. Frankie had his calves pressed against my sides, while he was sitting back against the lower half of my stomach. His skin all but glowed in the morning sun leaking in through the window, his hair looked shiny, like silk; falling over his shoulders and curling at the ends. Framing his face perfectly, making him look all the more beautiful.

I tentatively reached towards him, skimming the tips of my fingers down his side, then resting my hand over his hip. He placed his small hands over my shoulders, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, he slowly pulled away, I wrapped both my arms around his slender waist, pulling him down closer to me and catching his lips in a soft, inoccent kiss. I slid my hands up to his shoulders, cradling his small body close to mine. He pulled back a bit, smiling down at me. I smiled back, feeling my heart flutter and my stomach fill with butterflies, I love him so much. More than I could have ever imagened I could love someone.

"I w-wanna s-shower. Y-you w-wanna?" Frankie asked, biting his botom lip, as if he weren't tempting enough already.

I sat up, having the sudden desire to bathe, careful to keep Frankie as close to me as posible. He shifted, wrapping his legs around my waist and hanging his arms around my neck. I leaned forward kissing his lips slowly, he kissed back, parting his lips and letting me slide my tongue past his lips in to his mouth. He pulled away a few seconds later, his beautiful hazel eyes seeming to sparkle in the morning light, he was so, so beautiful.

"Y-you w-wanna?" He repeated.

I placed a light kiss to the tip of his nose, then burying my face against the crook of his neck, holding his small, delicate body tighter in my arms.

"Of course I want to." I murmured against his skin, a soft smile spreading across my lips. It was so incredibly wonderful that we could just do this. That we could be in bed together and kiss and shower and just enjoy eachothers company without worrying about anything else. I wanted the rest of my life to be like this. To wake up to my beautiful little boy. That's all I'll ever need, him.
Frankie giggled, twirling a strand of my messy black hair between his fingers. I sighed against his skin, still sort of amazed at how lucky I was to have him.

"L-let's go t-then." He sugested, I didn't know if it was his intention but his tone of voice was lower, more sensual than usual, not that I was complaining, not at all.

I merely hummed in reponse, it taking my love-fogged brain a couple seconds to understand that meant 'move'. I slowly let go of him, watching intenly as he gracefully slid away from me, wraping the white covers over his shoulder and standing up off the bed. I stumbled off the bed, being more than a little distracted by the goregous little boy in front of me, and half heartedly pulled on my boxers. Frankie wasn't exactly paying atention to me, ocupied picking upall the clothes we had strewn around the room last night and dumping them in the laundry basket in the corner of his room. He turned to me, a perfect smile spreading across his pink lips, his chocolate hair hanging messily in front of his eyes. I smiled back, walking the short distance between us and cupping both his cheeks in my hands placed a soft kiss a top his lips, then burshed his silk like brown hair away from his angel face.

"I l-love y-you." He whispered, the three most beautiful words I think I'll ever hear come from his lips.

"I love you, too." I said, looking in to his beautiful hazel green eyes.

He leaned forward, planting a soft kiss to my lips, then pulled back, a playfull spark in his eyes.
"C-c'mon." He says, taking my hand and pulling me with him towards the bathroom, a childish smile across his beautiful lips.

I followed him, smiling dopely at him and closing the door behind me when we were inside the bathroom. I turned back to him, he was siting on the edge of the tub, turning the knobs. He still had the covers draped over his shoulders, making him look smaller, younger; which was strangely atractive. I love him like that, young; even though it sounds horribly perverted and sick, I love him like that.

I stared as he waited for the tub to fill, absentmindedly twirling his hair and looking out the window above the tub, it had a very nice view of the snow sprinkled mountains. He dropped his hand from his hair, dipping his finger in to the water, then turned off the spray of water. He stood up, I continued staring at him, wanting to absorve every detail, the way his skin looked under this light, how he moved, I wanted to memorize it all. He probably knew I was looking at him, he'd have to be blind not to realize he had me drooling.

He stood in front of the tub, his back to me, and let the covers drop to pool at his ancles. I would be lying if I didn't say I raked my eyes up and down his slender figure at least four times. He turned to me again, all blushed cheeks and nervous smiles, then gracefully stepped in to the tub, the water barely ripling, while I quickly ripped of my boxers and followed him. I was as graceful as a drunk, one-legged pirate compared to him, Frankie could make a balerina look clumsy. He watched me, then giggled, the delightful sound ringing in my ears, god, I love his voice. I slid in to the water, siting behind him and wrapping my arms around his thin waist, feeling ultimately happy like this, with him.

I don't need anything more. I don't care about anything else either. I never realized how lonely and miserable I was until Frankie came along and showed me how wonderful life could be.
I rested my head on his shoulder, his skin feeling more relaxing than the warm water we were submerged in, he placed his hands over mine around his waist, leaning back against my chest and sighing. I pressed my lips to the skin of his neck, soft and lingering, tightening my grip around his waist. Frankie reached over, tangling his fingers in my hair and pressing me closer. I placed harder, open mouthed kisses over his neck, loving the taste of his skin almost as much as the soft sounds he was making. Frankie let go, shifting so he was siting facing me in my lap. He smiled, linking his arms around my neck and leaning down to press our lips together in a hard kiss. I ran my hands over his hips, up his back leaving a trail of goosbumps over his skin. He parted his lips and I slipped my tongue in to his mouth, sliding it against his slowly. He pulled on my hair, I squeezed his hips, eliciting a soft goan from Frankie, though, it was trapped between our lips. I moved my hand up from his hips to his head, kissing him harder and pressing him closer to me. Frankie went without objection, kissing back just as hard, moving his hands from my hair to my shoulders, his short nails digging in to my skin, not that it bothered me, not at all. He pulled back a bit, his cheeks flushed a light pink, his hair was messier and a bit wet, his eyes were wide, pupils blown with lust.

We stared at eachother for a few seconds, then rushed forward for a harder, open mouthed kiss. He bit my botom lip, then sucking it between his lips. I groaned, pressing his small, delicate body closer to me, he let go, meeting my lips again in an open mouthed kiss.

It was so incredible, really, you have no idea. I was making out with naked Frankie in a tub after an amazing night, I doubt it could get any better. All it took was a soft roll of Frankie's hips to prove that it could, indeed, get better. Much better. Frankie pulled away from my lips, moaning, quite loudly, which sounded beautiful. I kissed down the side of his neck, sucking softly on his skin and pushing his hips down on to mine, enjoying the sounds he made almost as much as the friccion. Frankie lolled his head back, leaving more of his perfect skin on display, I smiled against his neck, delighted with the loud moans and groans coming from his lips. I moved my hand over his back, then down to his inner thigh, Frankie gasped, I sucked softly on the skin of his collarbones. He moved his hands from my shoulders to the edge of the tub behind me, steadying himself as he grinded down harder. I groaned against his skin, digging my fingers in to the soft flesh of his hips, reaching down with my other hand to wrap my fingers around Frannkie's erection.

"Ah! Gee-rawrd!" Frankie moaned. I tightened my gfrip around him, watching with fasination as he closed his eyes and moaned again. "M-mh! O-oh, Gee-rawrd!" I moved my hand up and down, slow, at first, then faster, harder. If Frankie's moans meant anything, that was exactly how he liked it. "Oh! A-ah, Gee-rawrd! Mmh!"

I flicked my wrist, causing Frankie to moan louder and buck his hips. I stared in awe, he was beautiful, his cheeks were flushed, there were small beads of sweat forming on his forhead, he was panting aand his hair was damp, I can't believe how beautiful he is.
And he's all mine.

I sped up, smirking when Frankie all but screamed my name. Frankie pulled my hair, turning me to look up to him, and leaned down to crash our lips together in a wet, open mouthed kiss, muffling his groans and wimpers. I tightened my grip on his hip -and lower region-, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over my body, when I felt him pull back just a little and suck on my tongue softly. If was only for a couple seconds, but it felt just wonderful.

During the whole kissing ordeal, my hand had gone limb around Frankie, but I quickly recovered and started moving my hand again when Frankie whimpered and bucked his hips. I just stared at him, listening to the sound of the water splashing and Frankie's moans -and my loud heart beat in my ears-, it was truely a beautiful sight. Frankie came a few seconds later, his breath hitching and body tensing before moaning my name and cumming.

"Ah! Gee-rawrd!"

Frankie rested his head on my shoulder, still panting and shining in afterglow. I moved my hands from in-between us, up to rub circles over his back. He moved his leg slightly, accidently brushing against me, I groaned, embarasingly loud. The tiny bit of friccion sending waves of pleasure pusling through my body, reminding me just how excited I was. I had to take care of that. There was no way it was going to just go down.

Frankie moved his hand to my hair, the other up to cup my cheek, turning me down towards him and conecting our lips in a deep, slow kiss. Our lips seeming to melt against one-anothers, we fit so well together. He parted his lips, I slipped my tongue in to his mouth, being met with the familiar taste I loved so much and the incredibly sensual feeling of his tongue rubbing against mine and, a few seconds in to it, the slight sting of pleasurable pain when Frankie bit my lip. Which did nothing but excite me even more. Frankie slid his hand down from my hair to my chest, right under my ribs.

I groaned against his lips when I felt his knee rub against me again, he smiled in to the kiss. He pressed down harder, I moaned -very embarassing- and tightened my grip on Frankie's hips. He squealed, then leaned down and kissed and sucked at the skin of my neck and collarbones, for sure it will leave a mark, not that I mind.

I ran my hands up Frankie's back, pressing him closer to me, wanting more of him, feeling every little curve of his delicate body. He was so small, so tender and light-weight. He felt like almost nothing beneath my fingertips. He was so fragile. I was almost afraid of holding him too tightly, afraid I'd hurt him. My thoughts were interupted when Frankie's lips moved from my collarbones to my earlobe and he softly nibbled on it.

"Ngh, god." I groaned, quite loudly, tilting my head back against the ledge of the tub and letting Frankie continue.

He didn't do it for much longer, though. He stopped almost imediately and went back to my neck. I felt him leave a couple deep love-bites before he pulled my hair back hard and kissed my lips again. I didn't get around to actually kissing back, almost the second after he pulled my hair I came between us, groaning Frankie's name.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, pulling his perfect little body close to me, he linked his arms around my neck, burying his nose against the crook of my neck, running his fingers through my messy black hair. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, while I regained my breath.

Afterwards, Frankie just sat up in my lap again, soothingly running his finger through my hair while I gazed up at him and ran my hands over his wet skin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, just a light peck, barely there.

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

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

He smiled softly. Then laied his head on my chest, I loosly wrapped my arm over his shoulders, the other dangling over the edge of the tub.

"...I w-wanna g-go s-shopping." Frankie sudenly stated, sounding chirpy and childish. It was really cute, I hugged him tighter.

I looked down at him for a second. Really? I mean, I have no problem with that, I have no problem with anything he wants, and Iw ill -obviously- do it, I'd do anything he asked me to. I just thought that not having a girl-friend meant not having to go shopping. I was sorely mistaken.

"Okay." I murmured quietly a few seconds later.

Frankie looked up and smiled. That smile is very much worth the time I'll have to spend in those terrible stores.

Notes

I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG AND I'M SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKS ASS AND I'M SORRY THE WHOLE STORY SUCKS, TOO. Feel free to tell me how bad it is, though.

If you guys have any wuestions as to why I was gone chat with me Paty Alatorre Iero I won't write it here, though. I don't wanna bore you guys.Oh, and, again, sorry it sucks so much.

OH AND HAPPY ANIVERSARY :'(