The Light Behind Your Eyes

Frank continued to squirm around on the bed, wrestling with the blankets, and Gerard, who was also curled up with him. The afternoon dragged on like it never had before, and they had drained all the possibilities dry of enjoying their free time. What to do? Frank mused, kicking Gerard in the ribs as his muscles relaxed and he flopped back on the flattened pillows. Boredom cushioned his mind as each second stretched on by, practically leaving visible tracks of time in the muggy air. The tiny window hidden away in the corner of Gerard's basement bedroom was wide open, letting a haze of thick Jersey air fog up Frank's weary vision.

"I'm bored." Frank eventually broke the thought filled moment of silence.

"Me too, let's do something." Gerard agreed, sliding down from the bed and onto the thin carpet that didn't prevent a cold mist from rising up off the concrete beneath. He stood up and stretched, reaching his arms above his head towards the dimming light bulb.

"But what?" Frank whined, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and moving them back and forwards like a small child anticipating a birthday present. Gerard let a sudden thought strike his mind, momentarily formulating an idea, but soon after, he doubted himself. Could he pull that off? Would Frank be freaked out? Would it even still be in his room? He ignored Frank's previous question and started rummaging through his wardrobe, tossing out his only two pairs of jeans, a shit load of t shirts, a hoodie, an abandoned pair of Dr Octopus boxers... And eventually, the white plastic bag, closed up with black tape he'd used last year at Halloween, to create the huge cardboard pumpkin they'd put on the front lawn.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Frank queried, crawling up behind Gerard who was now crouched on the floor, cradling the bag in curiosity.

"Go downstairs, I'll be there in a second." Gerard started shoving his clothes back into the wardrobe, making sure Frank was out of the room, before tipping the contents of the bag onto his bed and taking a deep breath. Here it goes.
Frank sidled in the kitchen and took a look around, from his view at the door. Donna wasn't at the stove cooking continuously, like usual, Mikey wasn't cursing to himself as he played video games in his bedroom, and Donald wasn't mowing the front lawn like he obsessively did. They were home alone. Frank took this as an opportunity to help himself to a fresh can of coke, as he always felt rude taking food and drink without asking, like he was still just a guest. He supposed he was. The TV was still buzzing in the living room, so he settled himself on the old leather sofa and tucked up his knees.

---Time lapse of 20 minutes, in which Frank had watched Antiques Roadshow and eaten all the mints from the coffee table---

Gerard cleared his throat, emerging into the room, exasperated frown visible at the sight of his boyfriend sprawled over the sofa, hair tousled adorably. Hearing the surreptitious cough, Frank turned, gazing deeply into the former's eyes.
"Hey, did I keep you waiting?"
"You sure did Gee, I was starting to die from boredom! Come here and spice up my life," the smaller teen said, winking seductively.
"Do you mean 'let's go upstairs to spice up your life' or 'let's stay here and spice up the Antiques Roadshow?'"
"Hmm, let's spice up Fiona Bruce." Frank smirked, tilting his head to side as he realised Gerard had a red fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders, wrapped tightly up to his chin. "It's not that cold!"
Gerard blushed considerably and took a step forward, preparing himself to drop his make shift robe. Here goes nothing, he thought, as he let go of the red fleece, revealing his new look underneath.

The world stood still.

On his upper half, Gerard was clad in a black bodice, with puff sleeves, each curve and button primped up with white lace and little black silk ribbons. His lower half (something Frank greatly hoped he'd delve into later), was mostly exposed from the upper thigh and down, only covered with a layered black skirt, also decorated with strips of that infamous white lace and curls of black silk ribbon. Below the skirt, however, was where the real magic lay. Gerard wore a black suspender belt, with two white lace garters around each leg, leading down to a pair of knee high black stockings which were also, yes, sporting the white lace. On his feet were a pair of those shiny black heels you find in costume shops, though Gerard looked dead serious in them, his legs poised to keep his posture right, and on his face he wore the same amount of eyeliner he usually did, but it was more delicate than usual, and slightly more feminine, and his lips were shining with a clear lip balm his mother kept in her purse on the counter. Frank turned to a slave right there, on his spot on the sofa, Antiques Roadshow still murmuring to itself in the background. He would do anything for the 'maid' in front of him.

"I-I...need service, madam." He managed to choke out, spluttering into his coke. Frank wasn't feeling the humour. All he could feel at that moment in time was his dick.

"What would you like, sir?" Gerard felt his confidence blossom at Frank's approval, strutting over to the sofa and leaning down to meet eyes with Frank. He felt sorry for whoever walked in behind him and was greeted with the view of his black lacy knicker-ed ass.

"Anything. T-today's special?" Frank stared back up at the patient Gerard.

"Of course." Gerard moved forwards to straddle Frank's hips, his heels pressed into the sofa either side. He cradled Frank's face in both hands, running his thumb along the soft skin under his right eye, before closing the space between them in a heated kiss of tongue and teeth. Gerard brought his legs further up Frank's sides, wrapping them around his waist in a desperate attempt to press their desperate bodies closer. Closeness was vital. Frank whined slightly, pushing his tongue Gerard's mouth without permission, and entangling his fingers in clumps of black tangled hair.

"P-please." Frank begged, pulling back slightly to give Gerard his best pleading look, puppy eyes and all.
Gerard could only smirk and reconnect their lips, pushing himself down onto Frank with all the force he could muster. Frank groaned in pleasure, starting to grind back up on Gerard, mewling his name as he did so. The heat was so heavy, radiating from the two boys, as they pressed up against each other, Gerard biting and licking and sucking at Frank's neck, leaving purple marks that could be used as the world map if you tried hard enough, and Gerard was just about to shove his hands down Frank's boxers when...

RING! RING! RING!

Ignore it, Gerard thought.
Gerard, answer the phone if it rings, I have someone from work calling in and this could be a big job opportunity for me! He recalled his mother's orders from that morning at the breakfast table before she set out to do the big grocery shop with Mikey.

"I'm sorry Frank, I gotta get this." Gerard panted, forcing himself to pull back from the dark haired boy, who looked utterly crest fallen at the loss of contact. Gerard grabbed the phone from the coffee table and brought it to his ear, trying to ease his breathing to make what they'd been doing less obvious.

"Hello?" He breathed into the receiver, still on Frank's lap, his lacy pants pulled half way down his legs, the bodice unzipped and hanging open.

"Where's Frank?" Someone spoke from across the line.

Notes

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE, I HAVE NOW THOUGH AND IT WAS AT SCHOOL SO BE GRATEFUL!
P.s Read shay's new story, it's really great :)

Maisie-Summer xxx