-Frank's POV-

The ride to Starbucks couldn't have been much more enjoyable. Other than my throbbing nose, aching body and parched throat, everything went without a hitch. Gerard had turned on the radio and flipped to a station playing Weezer. Buddy Holly came on (one of my favorites) and Gerard started quietly singing along. I would have too, had my throat not been killing me.


"Oh come on Gerard, sing louder," I whined, "I know you want to!" He had such a gorgeous voice, I wanted to hear it anytime possible. A gift like that should never be wasted. He smiled shyly- I didn't know he was capable of being shy!- and gradually got a little louder. I laughed at his odd behavior and encouraged him to continue. While Gerard was rocking out, I took the time to steal a few glances at him. His hair was tousled from earlier, alabaster skin without blemish, green eyes lit up as ever. He was perfect, absolutely perfect, and for right now, all mine. The Starbucks came into view, exciting me. I was going to get something icy cold, probably a frappuccino, to soothe the itch. We decided to go through the driveway. Gerard insisted-he said that he didn't want to trouble me with getting out and walking. He's such a gentleman when he's not being sex-on-legs. Even then, he's still exceedingly attractive and amazing just under different circumstances. We both ended up ordering mocha frappuccinos with whipped cream and caramel drizzled on top. I started to pull out my wallet, but he stopped me. "Uh Gerard, let me pay for mine. It's fine," I insisted.


"Oh no Frankie. You've been to hell and back today. It's the least I could do to make you feel better. Back there was only part one, this is part two." 'Oh please let there be more parts...' I silently wished. I muttered a "Well if you're sure..." and he nodded cartoonish-ly, just to get his point across. He could be so cute sometimes. The lady at the window greeted us, handing over the Venti mocha goodness. Gerard paid her and drove off. I wasn't really sure where we were going- I guess we were just driving. We both took sips of our beverages, "ahh"-ing in agreement- it was absolutely delicious. The iciness felt wonderful all over. I looked over as Gerard licked some whipped cream off the side very seductively. My eyes widened at the sight and bit my lip. My perverted mind instantly started daydreaming about all the things I want to do with Gerard and whipped cream. The way he smirked subtly told me that he knew I was watching. He grinned to himself, took another swig, and began talking. "So Frankie, you gonna tell me about that awesome tattoo or what?" So he did notice. My collared shirt has paid off in more ways than one today...


"Not much to say. I got it for my 17th birthday after saving for like a year. A lot people say it was a stupid idea getting it so high up- "a scorpion at that" they say- but I love it. I love tattoos in general. I want more, just don't really have the money for 'em," I explained. There really wasn't much of a story behind it. Since that time, I'd gotten a few other tattoos, but hadn't told anyone. I'll just leave those as a surprise...


"Pssh, screw them! It's super rad, totally fits your personality. Don't listen to that bullshit, you get what you want." Wow hearing him cuss is so hot, damnit. If he wasn't wearing those formal clothes-which were super sexy, don't get me wrong-I'd mistake him for being my age. He just doesn't act like a teacher. He's much more relatable, so much more of a best friend. We certainly weren't far off from the same age. 'I wonder what Gerard would look like with tattoos...' I tried to imagine it, nearly choking on my drink. Him being as perfect as he is, if you added tattoos, I would die. Everyone would. There'd be no use in anyone trying anymore. He would be the ultimate definition of supremacy.


"I'll never get tattoos," he said, almost like he was reading my mind. "I've considered it, but I'm just too damn afraid of needles, ya know?" I would've never guessed that. 'Hey, the more you know. This is turning out to be great bonding time.'


"You'd look fantastic with tattoos. No one could resist you then," 'It's hard enough now' I added in my head.


"Really now? If I even got one, where would I put? It can't be visible since it's against school rules."

"Oh I could show you were to put it," I smirked at him playfully. He only teased back.


"Is that so? I think you should come over here and show me," "Maybe I will," "I dare y-OH SHIT!" Our impish flirting was cut short as Gerard nearly crashed into a tree. He swerved out of the way inches from hitting it and back onto the main road. We turned to each and bursted out laughing.


"Well that could've been bad. You nearly got me killed!" I cracked up. His giggles were feminine and high pitched. It only made him more adorable. My laughing was interrupted by a horrid stabbing feeling in my ribcage that wouldn't stop. I inhaled sharply, Gerard took notice.


"Frankie what's wrong?" he questioned.


"It's nothing," I said through gritted teeth. The pain wasn't subsiding, but I tried to will it away. It wasn't going to ruin my pleasant time.


"It doesn't look like 'nothing.' Are you sure you don't need a doctor? Maybe I should take you home...?" He looked just as upset as I felt.


"No, I'm having such a nice time with you and don't have money for a damn doctor. I don't wanna be sitting at my house all alone in pain," I pleaded. Lord no, if I had the option of moping around on the couch or out and back with Gerard, I know what I'd choose. What any normal person would choose.


"Well, I never said which home," he added, looking over at my gaping mouth with a grin. 'Did he just-no no way. He just...'


"Look, your mom isn't at your house and someone has to take care of you. You could collapse or faint or spazz out again and no one would find you for hours. I don't want you getting hurt again. If you wanted, you could sleep at my house and I'd watch over you," he suggested with the most precious puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. I just couldn't say no to him.


"Aww Gerard, I'd love that! Only if you're sure, I don't want to burden or bother you..."


"It's not even a problem. I just want to know that you're being cared for. No one else better to do the job to make sure that gets done," he assured me. Such a sweetheart. I navigated him to my house and he pulled in to the drive. Mom, of course, wasn't home, so no one could see Gerard. If anyone found out about me and him being together, he'd be fired and probably arrested. That wasn't something I wanted to think about right before going to his house. So many risks were being taken by doing so.


I fumbled out of the Mercedes and limped to the door, Gerard in the tow. On the front porch was my backpack and Pansy, a little post-it note on top.


Hey Frank, I dropped your stuff off for you. Please feel better and text me whenever you can. -Mikey


Wow, not having my usual crap with me never crossed my mind. Thank God for Mikey! Gerard picked up my stuff for me and I unlocked the door, using it to support myself into the dark house. I flipped a light on as he stepped in. I turned to see him silently admiring the quaint yet spacious living room. I started up the steps, tripping every now and then from exhaustion. Once I finally got to the top, I hurried into my room and pulled a duffel bag from the closet. I grabbed a plain black tee and cardigan, undershirt, loose-ish jeans, sweatpants, and boxers from a drawer. A toothbrush, regular brush, cologne and eyeliner followed. It wasn't much, just enough for a night or two. I whipped out my phone and texted my mother.


'Hey, I'm spending the night with a friend. Is that cool with you?' For a while there wasn't a response, but I got one soon enough.


'Yeah have fun! Love you Frankie!' I smiled and made my way back down the dreaded steps. About halfway down I had to stop to catch my breath. It wasn't that I was out of shape, I was just in too much pain. I could see Gerard leaning against the doorframe, hair tousled, one foot crossing the other. Such a sight gave me strength to get my ass down the rest of the steps. The bottom step squeaked which drew his attention to me. He greeted me with a grin.


"You ready?" I nodded my head and he his smile widened. "Let me get those for you Frankie. You just get yourself to the car and I'll take care of the rest," he insisted, taking my bag. Damn his sweet charm and gentlemanly manner. It sent butterflies into my stomach, making me more nervous than I already was. He placed the duffel in the bag seat and hopped in the driver-side. Thankfully, I managed to get to the car with minimal amounts of stumbling and got in. I just noticed that the stabbing had dulled down. I finished up the my frappuccino as Gerard backed up. He was speeding down the road faster than he should've been, but I wasn't complaining. I was very curious to see his house and even curiouser as to what all we would be doing in the house. More butterflies erupted in the pit of my stomach. It was almost 6 o'clock now-how the time flew by that fast I wasn't sure. It didn't matter much though because I was spending it with a drop-dead gorgeous guy that I could now admit that I have a major crush on. Try as I might, I just couldn't deny my feelings anymore, now that I was pretty sure he liked me back.


The drive to his house wasn't too bad, just another 15 minutes spent chatting with Gerard. We were talking about our favorite and least favorite superheroes when an enormous mansion came into view. I thought we were about to pass it, but no, Gerard turned into the 50-yard long driveway. "There's no fucking way..." I gasped in awe. THIS was his home? This looked like a castle to me when compared to my house. Hell, it made my house look like a rundown shack! It was three stories high, complete with a grand entrance, balconies, grand architecture and sculptures and more. It was an older house by the looks of it, renovated with a modern spin. He pulled into a garage large enough to two other cars comfortably. "Gerard, this is absolutely amazing..." I gaped. He grinned.


"Ya ain't seen nothin' yet," he got out, held the car door open for me and got my stuff. At that time, my legs nearly gave out just from standing. He hurried over to me and was trying to support me as we walked, but it just wasn't working. "I have an idea," he smirked. I was about to ask what when I was whisked off my feet into Gerard's arms. He was carrying me like a freaking princess! I was torn between liking it and feeling really self conscious.


"Gerard, what the hell are you doing?" I asked politely.


"What's it look like-carrying you," he joked back.

"Naw, I thought I was levitating!" I teased. A few more steps and I added, wrapping my arms around his neck loosely, "You know, I could get used to this."


"Well you are super light with your size and all..." he laughed. I glared at him playfully, making him laugh more. A few steps and we entered the house, kicking the door shut with his foot. He led me into the grand foyer with leather couches and a gigantic TV. I was admiring his house when he placed me down on a couch gently. He laid me flat on my back and sat on the corner. He looked down at me hungrily, same as before we had kissed. I tried to sit up, but he pushed down on my chest. My eyes widened when he smirked and nimbly started to undo the buttons of my shirt. 'What the hell is happening? I like where this is going!' He never broke his ravenous eye contact as I laid there dumbly, letting him do whatever. I sure as hell wasn't sure what to do! Once he was done, he leaned down and whispered right against my ear with a seductively dark tone, making my breath hitch.


"Consider this part three."

Notes

Hehehehehehehe... hope you enjoyed. My break is officially over :( It will be a little harder updating, but hopefully I'll be able to make time. Please comment, rate and subscribe. Thanks for reading!

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