See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I had stayed in Frankie's room for a couple minutes. Trying to find the right words to say to him. He can't really be mad at me, right? I mean, I didn't

I walked out of my room wearing a black button up shirt, and a pair of clean pants. I rolled up my sleeves on the way down the stairs, Frankie's probably in the movie room. I quickly went over my plan, realizing there was no plan at all. What would I say to him?

I didn't have time to think of anything, I was opening the door of the movie room before I knew it.
Frankie was currled up on an arm chair. There was a boul of popcorn on the table next to him, along with a can of soda and some random candy bars, there were also a bunch of crumbled tissues on the floor near the table, which I decided was best not to think too much about. He was wrapped up in a fluffy grey blanket, his legs crossed and a cushin sat on his lap. He was staring intently at the screen, eyes wide and glistening. He smiled softly at the screen, a soft 'a-aw' coming from his pink lips.

I gazed at him for a couple more seconds. He was goregous, even though his eyes were a bit red and the skin around them looked iritated, even though his hair was slightly messy and even though he look like a teenage girl on PMS, he was goregouse. Utterly and insanely beautiful. And he was the sweetest, most inoccent, wholehearted being I had ever met. And he was shy and insecure and yound and tender and delicate and-

"I love you." I gushed, scaring Frankie and myself. Aparently my mouth doesn't need permission from my brain to speak.

He looked up at me, his eyes were wide and he looked absolutely terrified for all of two seconds, then he relaxed and smiled softly, sadly almost.

"L-love y-you, too." He said quietly. He didn't sound -or look- angry anymore. Maybe all he needed was a little alone time to clear up his thoughts. I hope that's it, I don't want him to act like he did upstairs, ever again.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked, standing a few steps in front of him.

"K-kinda." He murmured, looking at anything but me, so I was left to stare at the side of his face. He had a beautiful profile.

"I'll fire her if you want. We can get a new maid. And you can pick her. And you can fire Lori yourself if you want?" I rambled, Frankie stared at me and then blinked.

"S-so, y-you do l-like h-her?" He asked, sounding worried.

"Of course not! I just-" I didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Why did he not understand, this is so frustrating. I sat down on the chair next to Frankie, he shifted so he was sitting on my lap. "Why would you even think that?" He didn't say anything, instead turned back to the screen, the main caracter were dancing at some party and then the male proposes to the girl. It was all really cheesy and predictable and extremely romantic. He stared at the happy couple longlingly. Maybe that's what he wanted? A picture perfect relationship, with romanticism galore and dances and rings and cliches? I moved my hand from the arm of the chair to Frankie's thigh, giving what I hoped was a comforting squeeze, trying to not let my mind wander on what nice thighs he had. "Frankie?"

"So y-you d-don't l-like her?" He turned to me, eyes wide and looking slightly better than a while ago.

"Of course not, hun." I answered, pushing a strand of hair back from in front of his eyes.
He smiled softly, turning around fully so he was stradling me. "R-really?"

I huffed a half laugh. "Lori doesn't hold a candle light to you, hun. Nobody does." I answered.
He fully smiled, showing off a set of pearl white teeth. "T-that's g-good." He murmured, back to his old smiley self.

I smiled, not knowing if I should be happy or worried about his rapid mood change. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, he rested his head on my shoulder, nuzzling his nose in to my neck. I smiled even wider, running my fingers through his silky hair.

"I love you." I breathed out, he probably didn't hear me, or couldn't make out what I had said. But it was okay, I just wanted to get that out there.

A few minutes later he lightly poked my side. "C-can we s-still go?" He asked.

I looked down at him, having been watching the movie that was still playing, how does he like these things? "Shopping?" I asked.

"Y-yeah." He smiled, looking childish and small and so, so young and beautiful.
"Okay." I answered quietly, there was no way I -or anyone else- could say 'no' to thaose goregouse green eyes and pink lips, there was no way.

He gigled, sweet and inocccent and I am such a pervert. He got off me, pulling me with him by the hand. I followed without objection, how could I object? He was beautiful and funny and nice and he wanted to be with me.

I led us through the ground floor to the garage, promptly ignoring Lori, who I knew was in the kitchen. I opened the passenger door for Frankie, he smiled and sat inside. I closed the door and got in to my side, then started the car, Frankie talking about some movie that was supposed to come out in a day or two and I wondering where I could buy tickets to it.
I drove in to the center of the city, being washed in with the colorful christmas lights and ornaments through the windows of the shops. It was close to Christmas now, which reminds me, I have no idea what to get Frankie. It's almost a week to Christmas; we haven't put up any decorations, or the tree and I don't have his present yet. Damn. I guess first things first, I need a tree. I decided to think of that later and parked the car in a parking house. Frankie was still talking happily about that movie, it was, aparently, going to be the best movie ever. We sat in the parked car a couple more minutes, I don't think Frankie had noticed we had stopped, he was still talking, which was incredibly nice, he has a nice voice, it was relaxing, and he looked beautiful when he spoke. His eyes wide and exited and his hair was ruffled and messily tucked behind his ears and he moved his hands a lot and a sideways smile nervously playing across his lips. It was quite a show, one I wanted to watch over and over again.

"C-cool, h-huh?" He wrapped his thin fingers around my wrist, once he was done explaining everything there was to explain about the movie

"Yes, very much so." I gushed, smiling dopely.

He giggled and let go of my hand, I stepped out of the car and walked over to his side, opening the door for him and taking his hand to help him out. I smiled at him, running my thumb over his knuckles, then closed the door and we walked out of the parking house.

It was chilly outside, not exactly freezing cold -you could thank global warming for that- but I was glad we were wearing jackets.

I had almost forgoten that everyone would stare at us. Last time, we could have passed as brothers. Or I could have been his uncle or something. But not today, no way. Frankie was talking about some story he had read once and he was giggling and bumping my shoulder and blushing and I was smiling because, really, Frankie was acting like a sweet little school-boy and that was beyond cute. We were a couple and today everyone noticed that. An ladie did a double take on us, looking shocked if a bit worried. There were more worried stares than disgusted ones. I guess it was worrying, Frankie looked very, very young and I wasn't exactly youthful anymore. They must think I was taking advantage of him. It's a rational thing to think. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"O-oh, l-look!" Frankie exclaimed, pulling me over to a window display of maniquins in winter clothes. "Y-you s-should w-wear t-that." He suggested, pointing to a maniquin wearing a tight, thin black jacket and a red and white button up underneath.

"I'll keep that in mind." I murmured, more ocupied imagining how Frankie would look in one of those tight jackets, then feeling like an utter pedophile for doing so. "Uh, I- uh," I coughed, I have got to stop thinking of things as awkward as that. "Want to go inside?" I asked, trying to make my cheeks go back to their normal tone of white and not the Rudolf-red they were now.
"O-okay." Frankie smiled and pulled me inside.

Inside was warmer. It was divided by gender, once side of the store was woman's clothes and the other was for men, there was a a round glass table in the middle with jewlery in the cases, a young woman inside showing the costomers the watches and such. There were quite a few people there, not uncomfortably stuffy, though.

"A-aw!" Frankie gushed, taking a red glittery scarf and putting it around my neck. "Y-you l-look n-nice." He stated, smiling.

"It's not for men." I murmured, taking it off before anyone could see me.
"S-so?" He pouted.

"So, it's for woman." I answered, putting it back on the shelve.

"B-but it's n-nice!" He took it back and re-wrapped it around my neck.

I took it off and and put it on him. "If you like it, you should wear it."

"N-not f-for m-me, f-for y-you!" He took a purple hat off a maniquin and put it on my head. "T-that t-too."

I huffed a half laugh. "Frankie, hun, I look like a flaming homosexual."

"W-what's t-that?" He asked, looking utterly confused.

"Uh." Awkward. How do I even begin to explain that? "A man that dresses very, uh, colorfuly."

"T-that's n-nice! D-dress l-like t-that!" He exclaimed, putting the scarf back around my neck. A woman walking by gave me a strange look.

"Frankie, how about we look for something that is actually made for men?" I asked, taking the hat and scarf off and setting them on a nearby shelf.

"O-okay." He murmured, taking my hand and walking us over to the other side of the store. "I-it's n-not c-colorful h-here." He groaned.

"If you don't like it here we can go somewhere else." I suggested.

"N-no." He muttered, taking a hat, a black scarf and sunglasses and putting them on. "H-how d-do I l-look?" He asked, smiling widely.

"Goregous." I gushed, trying to ignore the way a man stared afterwards, it's none of their bussiness.

He smiled even wider, a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

I wanted to kiss him so, so much right then. He looked absolutely beautiful and he was right there and he was acting all cute and shy and I just wanted to.

I stepped closer, paranoidly looking around to make sure no one was watching, and leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss to Frankie's lips. He slowly kissed back, throwing his arms around my neck, pulling me down closer. I put my hand on the back of his head, knocking off the hat, and swiped my tongue over his botom lip, he parted his lips, shivering when the tips of our tongues touched. I wrapped my other arm around his waist, he gasped when I pulled him closer, standing on the tips of his toes and tangling his fingers in my hair.

We quickly pulled away when we heard someone cough right behind us. I looked over to see who it was, but the man was already walking away. So much for being discrete. I turned back to Frankie, who was blushing ten thousand diferent shades of red and nervously biting at his lip and fiddling with the scarf.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, fixing his hair so it wasn't as messy as I had left it.

He looked up, still blushing, but not as deep. "F-for w-what?" He asked.

"For, uh." His lips looked so, so perfect and soft and welcoming and he tasted so sweet and warm, how is he even real? I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb over his botom lip. So, so soft. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a chaste kiss. "That?" It came out more of question, I was still more or less distracted by, well, all of him.

He looked confused. "W-why?"

I pushed the sunglasses off, propping them up on his head and then cupped both his cheeks, running my thumbs under his eyes. Jesus Christ, his eyes. They were so beautiful, so bright and youthful and big and full of life. I leaned down again, lightly kissing his perfect lips. "Because, we're supposed to be discrete." I answered.

"W-what's t-that?" He asked, looking slightly more confused.

"That means, we shouldn't me doing any of this in public, kissing mostly." I said slowly.
He thought that over for a moment, frowning at nothing in particular, then met my eyes again. "I d-don't l-like d-dis-discrete." He said bluntly.

I smiled, then kissed the tip of his nose. "Me neither." I wispered, trying my best to ignore the guy that uttered 'fag' on the aisle beside ours.

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