Making The Grade

I tell Patrick everything, and he doesn’t say anything, just listens and nods. When I’m finished, he says,
“Well, I agree with Ray. Now or never, kid.”
I reenter Frank’s room with this admonition in mind. I watch Frank pack up his things, slip into his jacket and put his scarf. He smiles at me, nudging his head towards the door. “Vamos!”
When we get home, Frank piles his jacket at the door, and I set my bag down in its new usual place next to our shoes. It’s hard to think that it won’t be set there again, so I push it out of my mind.
Frank goes off to his room, and I try to entertain myself by doing some dreaded weekend assigned homework. I’m halfway through a problem in Geometry when I get stuck, not knowing if I should divide by pi at this point or not. I saunter off to Frank’s door, opening it without knocking.
I see Frank standing in the middle of the room, disrobed to his bright red boxer briefs. He turns and sees me, notices that he’s almost naked, and turns fuchsia. He hastily grabs a t shirt off of the floor and wraps it around his waist, explaining,
“G-Gerard! I wasn’t expecting you to come in!”
I beeline for Frank, yanking that t shirt off of his hips and letting it fall. I press my lips into his, draping my arms over his shoulders. Frank at first resists, but settles into the kiss, even pulling me closer by the waist.
I lick Frank’s bottom lip, a signal to allow entrance into his mouth. He grants the access, and I fill his mouth with my own tongue. We kiss for a bit, breaking apart every ten seconds or so sloppily to catch breath. I wrap one arm around the small of Frank’s back, stepping forward and forcing him to stumble backwards towards the bed. I lower him onto the mattress, sucking on his neck tenderly.
I straddle Frank, unzipping my pants and wrestling them to my knees. Frank blushes at the sight of me in my Calvin Klein boxer briefs, so I decide to make him feel more comfortable by lying next to him rather than on top of him. I take off my shirt, tossing it to the side, and gradually step out of my underwear and pants. I slip a thumb inside the waistband of Frank’s boxer briefs, locking eyes with him before gently sliding them down to his ankles.
I find myself by Frank’s shins in the process of removing his underwear, so I resurface, bringing my tongue along his inner thigh as I bring my head up to meet his. Frank shivers at the touch, and I see his fingers tremble.
I loop my tongue around the base of Frank’s cocks, arousing more quaking from Frank. His dick gets hard as I take it into my mouth, grabbing Frank’s shoulder with one hand for leverage. I lick the top of the head, knowing that it’s the most sensitive part. Frank seems to not be aware of this, as he lets out a cracked shudder in surprise.
I grin as I continue to suck him off, deep throating him. I blindly grab at his chest, finding his nipple and giving it a pinch. Frank gasps as I deep throat him once more. He comes, his head tilting back and a low growl coming from the depths of his throat. I swallow, and pull apart, looking at him breathlessly.
Frank pulls me up to him, wrapping his arms around me. He pecks me on top of the head, nuzzling his head into my shoulder.
“Did that just happen?” I wonder aloud.
Frank laughs, and rolls over, grabbing a pen. He writes on my collarbone, ‘Mine’. “Now you can remember it did.”
We lay in bed in silence until we fall asleep.
When I wake up the next morning, I’m surprised to see Frank dressed, shaking me awake. “Gerard. You’re going to your uncle’s today!”
I blink myself awake, to see that I’m wearing pajama bottoms and a t shirt. Last night…. Frank and I…. did we?
Frank throws some clothes at me, urging, “Gerard, you have to hurry! He’ll be here in ten minutes!”
Frank leaves me to change, so I strip out of my clothes as quickly as I can, redressing into the new clothes. I pack up all of my things, still trying to wake myself up. I can’t decipher over what happened last night. All I remember is Frank and I kissing.
But then again, it could have been a dream.
Frank pats my shoulder, grinning sadly. “I’m gonna miss you around here, kid.”
“I’ll miss it, too,” I reply, holding back tears. I know that my uncle lives how many times over, so I won’t go to school here anymore. Knowing that this is the last time I’ll see Frank in a while, I pounce on him, hugging him tightly.
Frank stiffens, but then relaxes, sighing loudly. He rubs my back, telling, “Take care of yourself.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promise, not for my own self-worth and health, but for Frank.
My uncle pulls up to the apartment building, so I bid Frank one last melancholy look before leaving. As the car leaves, I swear Frank wipes a tear away before closing the door.
I get to my uncle’s that night, and decide to shower. When I take off my shirt, I see written on my collarbone in Frank’s all capitals scrawl, ‘Mine’. The entire night comes back to me, Frank writing on me, the blowjob, everything.
But it’s all too little too late. I step into the shower, scrubbing the word off. Scrubbing away all that Frank had given me, and all that we were.

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