Spread My Wings And Learn To Fly

I looked up as someone walked towards me, their breathing heavy as the came to a stop, leaning against the fence. My head shot up as I observed them, unsure of who it was until they turned around.

“Frank?” I asked, unsure if I had kept the longing out of my voice.
“Yeah?” He sniffled.
“Are you alright?” I climbed to my feet, the swing moving gently as I let go of the chains. He hesitated before he spoke, tears staining his cheeks.
“No…”
“What’s wrong?” I whispered as I walked slowly towards him, my arms hanging loosely by my sides even though I wanted to throw them around him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He mumbled. “Talking to people only fucks things up…”
“Frank, I’m not going to hurt you or leave you, if you want to talk, then I’m here, but I have to head home, I’m a little tired. Do you wanna...um, do you wanna come with?”

His head shot up as I spoke, a smile playing on the corner of his lips. “Are you sure?” He said, his eyes wide. I nodded. “Thank you Gerard.”
“It’s cool. Now, follow me.” I laughed as I led my way away from the park.

“Mom, I’m home!” I yelled, grinning as she ran down the stairs.
“Who’s this?” My mom asked, fighting to keep the surprise from her face.
“Uh, this is my friend, Frank.” I introduced, moving out of the way so my mom could introduce herself, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Hi Mrs Way.” Frank muttered, his voice quiet and his eyes downcast.
“Oh, don’t be stupid, call me Donna. Now, dinner will be in about half an hour, you wanting some?”
“Oh, uh, if you don’t mind.” He smiled, taking me walking towards the basement door as a reason to escape.

I dropped my jacket onto my bed and pulled my shoes from my feet. “Oh, here’s your lighter.” I muttered as I placed the Zippo in Frank’s hand, savouring the touch between our fingers before I pulled my hand back.
“Thanks.” He whispered, his voice hoarse.
“So, uh…” I began, Frank’s open mouth stopping me in my tracks.
“Where do I know you from?” He asked. “And don’t say the comic book store or I will punch you in the fucking face. Tell me the goddamn truth.”
“You...Frank, you wouldn’t believe me if I did.”
“Try? My fucking shrink told me I’m making all up and my mom thinks I’m crazy but I know I’m not.” He ranted, his eyes filling with new tears. “Why the hell do I have these memories belonging to someone else because I know that I would certainly remember fucking someone as hot as you. Hell, I would remember having sex with anyone full stop.”

“You think I’m hot?” I asked, stuck on the word hot, because I most certainly was not.
“Out of everything, you are stuck on the fact I called you hot?” Frank yelled. “I tell you I have all these memories that don’t belong to me and you’re stuck on the fact I called you hot? Wow, fuck you man.”
“Frank, wait.” I muttered as he turned to leave. “I can explain, just promise me you won’t think I’m crazy?”
“Whatever.” He muttered as he dropped to the floor, sobs shaking his body. “I don’t care. I just… I want to get rid of them. Just help me get rid of them.”

I walked slowly over to him, wrapping my arms gingerly around his shoulders. “I’ve got you.” I whispered.
“What’s wrong with me?” He sobbed as he looked up, his hazel eyes filled with tears.
“Nothing’s wrong with you Frankie. I promise. You’re just unique, something amazing all bundled into something small.”
“I...uh…” Frank muttered, hiccuping as he slowed his sobs.

He leant forwards slowly, his mouth inches from mine, his breath warm on my skin. After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, his lips gingerly touching mine, his skin soft as he place a hand on my cheek. When Frank tugged back, fear filled his eyes, tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh god. Please don’t hate me.” He stammered as he struggled to his feet, my hand on his wrist stopping him straightening up fully. “Wha?” He squeaked as I tugged him back down to my level, my lips meeting his as soon as they could. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, one resting on the back of his neck as I caressed the soft skin.

Frank moaned softly, his tongue brushing my bottom lip as he leant into me, my skin tingling everywhere he touched.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered as he pulled away, his mouth open. “I am so fucking sorry that you can’t remember Frankie, I really am.”
“Remember what? I remember everything but my own fucking memories!” He snapped, his lips so teasingly kiss swollen, my heart thumping against my chest as I imagined what those lips could do.
“What you meant to me, how we were, everything Frankie. I wish you could remember.” I whispered as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“What were we?” He asked, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on my neck.

“We were… uh… we were engaged.” I stumbled out, my heart fracturing along the recently closed wounds.
“I can’t… I would have… Oh my god.” He whispered. “What happened? Why can’t I remember?”
“There was… Frank, you’ll have to work that out on your own.” I muttered in agony, hurting because he was hurting.

“Help me work it out. Help me understand what I meant to you.” He pleaded, his arms tightening around my waist.
“You meant everything to me.”
“How don’t I know that this is a lie?” He asked, his voice tense.
“You have a scar on your chest, quite a big one. There’s a matching one on your back. They’ll probably be silver now, but I remember when they were still red raw.” I explained, running my hands through his hair.
“Do you know how I got them? My mom said they have been there since I was born.”

“They weren’t Frankie.” I paused, unsure of how much I should tell him. “I was there when you got them and it broke my heart because it was the last time you remembered me. Everything that happened afterwards happened because I wanted to keep you alive. That’s why you can’t remember.”
“Please tell me?” He begged.
“Let me show you.” I whispered as I climbed to my feet and tugged him to my bed.

When Frank was laying down, his arms above his head, I rolled his shirt up, exposing his chest, my thumb brushing the scar. “You got this protecting me.” I whispered as I leant forwards, my lips brushing the puckered skin at the edge of it. “Someone was hurting me and you got in the way. You took the bullet and uh… when you left the hospital, you couldn’t remember me, so I pretended not to know you. It was the only way it didn’t hurt as much.”
“How did you cope?” He whispered.
“I didn’t.” I paused as I brushed my lips over the scar again, wanting to touch him, to know he was real. “It fucking broke me.”

“Then be mine again.” Frank muttered. “Date me again.”
“I can’t.” I whispered. “I’m sorry Frank.”
“Why Gerard? It might help me remember who I actually am. Do you have any idea how much it sucks not having control over what you remember?” Frank snapped as he tugged his shirt down and wriggled out from underneath me. “Do you have any fucking idea how much it hurts?”
“Frank, I’m sorry, but I can’t risk losing you again. When you forgot me, I was going to shoot myself. I had the fucking gun in my mouth and Mikey stopped me. I lost my world when you forgot and I can’t just take you back like that. I need time to heal.” I whispered, tears lingering on the edges of my eyes.
“Because I fucking… argh… goddamnit…” Frank practically yelled, his head in his hands. “I have this memory of us fucking and I want to know if it was true because goddamnit I felt good after I remembered that. I just… I didn’t know if it was true.”
“It...we…” I bowed my head. “Yeah, we did.”

Frank closed the gap between us and pushed me back so I was laying down. “I may not remember what happened, but I know every inch of your body like the back of my hand. I know what turns you on and I know how to make you moan. I may not be able to remember who the fuck you are, but I know that you mean more to me than everyone, just… let me prove it to you?” He begged as he leant forwards and pressed his lips to mine, his hands resting on my chest, his hips pressing into mine as he forced me to stay on the bed. “Please?” He begged, his hazel eyes wide as he looked up at me.

I hesitated before climbing to my feet and locking my bedroom door. Frank looked at me, confusion etched on his face, as I pinned him to the bed, my lips grazing the neck of his skin. “Do it.” I growled, moaning softly when he flipped us and pinned me to the bed.
“Thank you.” He whispered, sliding his hands inside my pants and cupping me gently. I arched my back, pushing myself into his touch as his lips found mine.

Frank worked his lips down my jaw, nipping gently at the skin on my neck before he dropped onto his knees between my thighs, tugging down my pants, completely ignoring the button. “So hard.” He groaned as he freed me from my boxers, licking his lips seductively before he leant forwards and took me in his mouth.

I moaned, pushing against his restraining hands, sucking in a deep breath as he worked magic with his tongue, humming gently, the vibrations making my stomach squirm. “God Frankie!” I gasped as his tongue teased the tip, licking away the pre-cum before he took me in his mouth again, one hand wrapped around the shaft, the other cupping my balls, gently squeezing. “Oh fuck!” I cried as I came, filling Frank’s mouth.

Frank slid up my body and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue, but I didn’t care. He had just given me one of the best orgasms in the world and nothing I gave myself would ever compare. “Do you believe me?” He asked. I nodded slowly, my head still reeling from the blow job. “I’m sorry I can’t remember what we were.” He whispered as he climbed to his feet
“Don’t apologise.”

Notes

Have an update that kinda wrote itself..... <3

~ Toxic Rebel