Frank’s breathing was heavy beside me, his eyes closed as he slept. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, grinning softly when he squirmed away from my touch, his breath hitching. Slowly, I moved his arm from my stomach and climbed to my feet, searching through the pile of clothes for my underwear.

Once I had them pulled on, I walked from the room, glancing at Frank’s sleeping form before I tugged the door closed. After I had climbed down the stairs I walked to the kitchen, my hand hovering over my mouth as I stifled a yawn. The kitchen clock read 5pm, almost time for dinner. My stomach agreed, choosing that moment to rumble.

I had stocked the fridge before I decided I was going to bring Frank here, unsure of how long we would stay or what we would want to eat. The cupboards were always filled with canned and tinned goods, so all I needed to do was bring things that I turn into a meal.

My instant thought was to cook the pasta my nan always cooked, but then I remembered that Frank didn’t eat meat so I sat at the table, my head in my hands whilst I waited for the kettle to boil, wracking my mind for something to make.

With a coffee in front of me, I settled on making pizza from scratch, the dough and all. My back was to the door as I searched the cupboards, my fingers just gripping the flour as a knock rang through the house. I sighed and walked to the front door, pulling it open and hiding behind it as I looked who was there. “What the fuck?” I asked as Mikey grinned at me.
“Sorry, I…uh, thought you might need this.” He chuckled as he handed me my sketchbook. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open so he could walk in.
“What’s your real reason for being here?” I asked as I searched for a mixing bowl.
“Because I want to see you cooking in your underwear.” He said sarcastically.
“Shut up.” I snapped.
“Nah, I just wanted to make sure that you and Frank are safe and are being careful.”
“Well, we are, so you can go.” I smirked as I held a fistful of flour. “Or I’ll just drop this all over your nice black t-shirt.”
“Nooo!” Mikey protested. “I’m going!”
“Okay. Can you tell mom I might not be coming back tonight?” Mikey nodded as he left the room, the slam of the front door a couple of seconds later making me breathe a sigh of relief.

When the pizza was in the oven, I opened up my sketchbook and pulled the pencil from the binding. I turned to a fresh page and put my pencil to the page, sketching furiously whatever came to mind. An age passed like that, my hand shaking as I heard footsteps on the stairs. Frank stood before me, his boxers slung low on his hips, his hair ruffled. “Hey.” He whispered. “Hi.” I smiled as I climbed to my feet and enveloped him in a hug. “Sleep well?”
“Best in a long time.” He replied as he tiptoed and pressed his lips to mine, his hands tight around my shoulders. “What’re you up to?” He asked, gesturing to my sketchbook.
“Nothing.” I muttered, blushing as I looked away. Frank raised an eyebrow and walked to the table, his eyes studying the page in front of him.
“It’s me.” He whispered, his voice hoarse.
“I…I’m sorry. I should have asked.” Frank shook his head slightly and looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
“No Gee, it’s perfect.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around me again.

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I sighed softly as Frank reached up to the top shelf, his back lengthening as he tried to reach the packet of icing sugar. I raised my eyebrows as he tugged it down, grinning at me as he poured some into a bowl and mixed it with water, eating some off the end of his finger before grabbing a box of biscuits as taking one from the container. He dipped it into the icing, licking his lips as they got coated in the sticky substance.

“What?” He asked, grinning at me. “It’s really nice.”
“So are you.” I responded, chewing on my bottom lip. “I know.” He laughed before he walked out to sit on the deck, his legs tucked underneath him as he ate his dessert.
“Where did you learn to cook?” He asked.
“My nan. Pizza was one of our favourites. We used to make it all the time so I guessed it was time to make it again.” I sighed as I looked up at the stars that were beginning to fill the sky.
“What happened to her Gee?” Frank whispered, his hand reaching for mine.
“She got sick.” I muttered. “She couldn’t look after herself anymore so she went to live in a home in the city. I go and see her every weekend.”
“Oh baby.” Frank murmured, his hand tightening around mine as I fought back the tears.
“She practically raised me and Mikey and now she can’t even remember my name. Even still, I have to see her because we have no idea how long she’s got left and I would feel really bad if she died and I hadn’t been to see her. I mean, she shouldn’t be alone.”
“Gee, she’ll never be alone. Somewhere in her mind will be all those happy memories you made together and she’ll replay them when the time comes and she won’t be alone.”
“Thank you Frankie.” I muttered as I pressed my lips to his.

"Draw me again." He whispered. "Just naked this time." My head shot up, my jaw open as my mind registered what he had said.
"Really?" I asked as I leant for my sketchbook.
"Yeah." Frank nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth. I hesitated.
"But I'll wanna make love again." I muttered.
"We can do that first." He smirked as he grabbed my hands and led me back into the house.

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Frank lay me back on the bed, his hands roaming his chest as his lips met mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I reached my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. He ran his hand down my torso, hooking his fingers underneath the hem of my boxers, his fingertips grazing the tip of my growing erection.

I moaned softly, squeezing Frank's ass as he slid down my boxers, his lips leaving mine to suck softly on my neck, capillaries bursting under my skin as he marked me as his. "Frankie..." I whispered, my hands already pulling down his underwear. He looked up at me, his hazel eyes wide. Frank grinned before closing his lips around me, his head bobbing up and down as I bucked my hips, my hands tangled in the sheets beside me. "Frankie, stop..." I begged, my breath coming in pants as he swirled his tongue around the tip.

He pouted at me as he crawled back up to kiss me. "Why?" He whined, his lips brushing mine.
"Because we're gonna come together." I muttered, tangling my hands in his hair as I kissed him,wrapping my legs around his waist and rolling us so I was straddling Frank's waist.

Frank hooked his leg over my back, forcing my hips to meet his, our erections rubbing against each other. He groaned softly as I lined myself up, not even trying to be careful, all I wanted was to feel him around me. "Frank?" I hesitated, my eyes on his scrunched up face.
"Just do it." He muttered, his hands wrapping around my neck and forcing me to kiss him.

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Frank startled, his arms flying around as his eyes snapped open. "Shhh." I muttered as I ran my finger down his cheek, my finger collecting tears as I pulled it away. "I've got you Frankie." I whispered as I pulled him close. I held him close until the tears subsided, my arms tight around his shoulders.
"I wanna go home." Frank whispered, his eyes wide as he looked at me, almost as if asking permission. I nodded before reaching down the side of the bed and grabbing the clothes, passing Frank his before climbing to my feet and pulling on mine.

"I'm sorry." Frank muttered as I locked the door and dropped the key into my pocket.
"It's fine." I sighed as we walked down the drive to the waiting taxi. Frank looked at me like he didn't believe what I said, an eyebrow cocked. "Baby, I wouldn't lie to you." He hesitated before nodding, entwining his fingers with mine as we climbed into the backseat.

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"Thanks." James said as I walked back down the stairs. "I'll keep an eye on him."
"Cheers. Let me know if he's going to school tomorrow?" I asked, my hand on my house keys in my pocket. James nodded as he led me to the door.

My mom ran down the stairs as soon as I turned the key in the door, her hands on her hips as I stood there, my arms folded. "You love him don't you?" She asked, her eyes softening slightly when I nodded. "Does he know?" I nodded again. "Look, Gerard. I'm sorry for being such a cow and telling you that you couldn't see him because he is clearly good for you. You seem a lot happier and he makes you leave the house. I know he's got a history, but he isn't as bad as Ben."
"Mom, I wanna go bed." I muttered.
"Hear me out Gerard." My mom ordered. "I don't care about Frank's past, if he can make you happy, then I take back every mean thing I ever said about him. If he hurts you like Ben did though, I swear to god I will rip his balls off myself." I nodded as I pushed past her, my feet scuffing the stairs as I walked to my room.

I kicked my shoes off and dropped onto the bed, my eyes instantly drifting closed as my head hit the pillow.

Frank walked up to me, his movements sluggish. "Are you alright babe?" I asked when he was within hearing distance.
"Yeah, my ass hurts." He smiled as he came to a stop in front of me.
"Sorry." I muttered, not happy that I hurt him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's fine Gee. I enjoyed it."
"Good." I whispered as I leant down and pressed my lips to his.

"Gee, I'm scared." Frankie muttered, his eyes wide as he looked at me.
"Why Frank, I won't let anything happen to you."
"Alex said he was leaving but I need Alex." He explained, his hand slapping over his mouth as he realized what he had said.
"I know about Alex Frank, he's been helping me too." I whispered, pushing him to finish whatever he was saying.
"Alex was warning me, telling me that you had stopped the bad stuff happening, but it will still happen, just not the way I first saw it."

I wrapped my arms around Frank and rested my chin on his head, my lips pressed against his hair. "I'll never let you get hurt." I muttered.

I looked at Mikey as he threw open my curtains, his eyes on me to test my reaction. "Dude, you look like shit." He observed.
"I feel it." I choked out, my hand shooting to cover my mouth.
"You gonna hurl?" Mikey asked, one hand raised. I hesitated before shaking my head. "Well, I'll get mom."

My mom pulled the thermometer from my mouth and studied it, her hand on my forehead as I shook. "You're staying home from school Gerard, and don't try to protest, you know how you get when you get sick." I scowled as she pulled my curtains closed and dimmed the lights. "If you're a good boy, I'll let Frank come and see you later." I nodded, laying my head back on my pillows as my mom left my room.

Notes

Heya killjoys, I am totally feeling better, so here is a chapter, hope you like it<3