Make way for Way

One last freezing tear glided along my cheek. Frank looked over at me, and decided to wipe it off with his sleeve. "I think you're the most... experienced one here, Frank," I told him. Although I didn't want to admit it, the only thing I knew about guitars are the orders of the strings. He nodded his head, and took the guitar into his arms, pulling the tabs across the table in silence.

I watched him sit there, fiddling with the pick. A moment later, his hands started moving along the frets, getting the hang of playing an awe-inspiring song. I can only imagine what else those fingers could do.

Stop it, Gerard. You motherfucking pervert.

I gazed back at Mikey and Ray. They were in a trance, mesmerized by his skills. How did he learn so fast? I had no clue.

After a minute, Frank asked me, "Do you want to sing?" While handing me the three-line lyrics. I scanned them, reading over the lettering. I wasn't particularly religious, but it was a pretty song. He began playing the song over again, while I tried my best to sing along. My voice came out in a rough whisper; just how the song goes.

"Saints, protect her now. Come, angels of the lord."

By the time I had finished and Frank had stopped plucking the strings, he leaned over to my ear and told me, "You're amazing," and presented me a hurried, warm kiss on my ear. I couldn't help but smile as the others wondered what he whispered to me.

I saw Mikey glance at the clock.

12:22 PM.

"We need to get going, guys. Have fun!" He waved to Frank and I, expecting an answer. They probably just wanted to leave so we can talk, alone. I waved back, as they pulled on their jackets and started pacing to the door. I was actually in kind of a hurry to get them to leave- my jeans were getting tighter by the second.

Once they had left, I gazed at the innocent Frank beside me. Still in shock of what had happened, I didn't hesitate to lift my shaking hand and bring it up to his face, brushing the hair out of his sumptuous eyes. "Let's go upstairs," he offered, and led me to the stairs. I felt his hand reach around my bottom, and his other grasp me by the shoulders. "Frank? What are y-" I couldn't finish my sentence. He upraised me, carrying my body bridal-style.

I let out an embarrassing giggle. I felt like the girl in the relationship, being spoiled by Frank. Nonetheless, I wrapped my arms around him and let him carry me up the boarded flooring of the stairs. He licked his lips about halfway up, dipping his head down to give me a 3-second French kiss. My hurried breathing turned into elongated, heated gasps for air. There was no denying he was an amazing kisser.

As soon as he got up to his room, he locked the door behind him. Frank was careful with me, while he lay me down on the scarlet bed covers. "God, how in the world are you so... amazing?" he gripped his shirt with both hands, pulling it through his dyed hair. Pouncing on me, his eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as he brought his lips to mine, ruffling my hair as I reciprocated.

The truth is, I'm not amazing. Not even close.

Notes

Sorry this chapter is a bit shit. But how do you imagine what Franks' house looks like? I'm getting extreme Rikey feels right now. ^-^