(A/N: the majority of this chapter is a sex scene because i kinda ended up dragging it out. you don't miss anything in the sex scene so if you don't want to read it it's fine.)

The canned laughter coming from the TV filled up the whole room. I didn't use the TV in my room much, since it had nothing but the basic channels, but we had nothing else to do and decided to watch some stupid sitcom. We sat against my bed, his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. I wish we could stay like this forever. I've told myself so many times that maybe, just maybe, this is weird. Frank is constantly on my mind, and his voice makes my heart go aflutter. Is it weird? I mean, Anna wanted to marry Hans after one duet with him. Okay, bad example, he tried to kill her. But, there's just something about Frank. I had 6 months to live, and I've never dated before. I've never felt this way for anyone before. I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of it. We woke up this morning with our arms wrapped around eachother, and I kind of freaked. I thought we had... you know. Fortunately, we hadn't. I glanced at Frank through the corner of my eye, he was snuggled into my arm and smiling at the TV.
I would have to tell him.
I will, eventually, just...
Not now.

There was a knock at my door, and Frank let go of me and looked to the door. My mom came in, a pile of towels in her arms. "Patrick and some of his friends are here," she told me, and walked down the hall.
"Do you wanna go meet them?" I asked Frank. He shrugged.
"We have nothing else to do, so..."
We hurried downstairs to join Patrick and his friends. There was Andy, with hair not much longer than mine and several tattoos, and Joe, with curly brown hair. Pete was also with him, his arm wrapped around Patrick's waist. Without actually realizing it, I grabbed Frank's hand and intertwined my fingers with his. Patrick gave a little smirk. "Afternoon," he told me. He then realized Frank was completely clueless as to who these people were, and pried Pete's hand off his hips. "Hi, I'm Patrick," he said, and shook his hand. "This is Pete, Andy, and Joe." They held up their hands and Pat called their names.
"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked. Patrick shrugged.
"I was thinkin' we go to the park or something."
"The park? Are we grade schoolers now?"
"You have a better idea?" Pete butt in.
"Woah, calm down, hun," Pat said, turning to his boyfriend. Frank turned to me, a look of confusion on his face. Andy saw this and pointed at the two, made a circle with his fingers with one hand, and put his index finger on through the hole. I snickered, causing Patrick to turn around. "Dude!" he yelled, playfully nudging Andy.
"Let's just go to the park!" Joe interrupted. I nodded in agreement.

---

"So, how'd you two meet?" Pete asked as we walked to the park.
"O-oh, um... outside a concert," I replied.
"And it was just... love at first sight?"
I turned to Frank, both of us blushing. "Y-yes," Frank replied, smiling. I wrapped my arm around Frank's waist, pulling him closer to me. He leaned into me, separating any distance between us. I gave him a peck on the top of his head and turned back to Pete.
"Don't break his heart, Gerard," Pete told me, giving me a certain look. Patrick probably told him about my... problem. He nodded, as if reading my thoughts. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag before handing it to Frank.
"Well, we're here!" Patrick said. I looked past Pete to see we had, in fact, arrived. There wasn't much to our small neighborhood park, just a few play sets and a baseball field. Patrick immediately started pulling Pete towards a play set, and I was about to follow before someone pulled my arm.
"Just leave them," Joe told me, "You can guess what's gonna happen." Frank began to blush. "Let's just go over to the field."
We followed the two to the bleachers, deciding to sit along the last row in the corner.
"So, what are we gonna do?" Frank asked.
"Deja vu to 2nd grade," Andy replied, smirking.

FRANK'S P.O.V.

"Frank!" the tattooed guy said, "truth or dare?"
Neither of Patrick's friends had called on me throughout the whole game, so it took me a second to realize what was going on. "Oh..." I didn't feel like divulging my life story to anyone, so I took the other route. "Dare."
"Make out with Gerard."
My heart was racing. I had kissed Gerard, but not made out with him. I turned to him, and his face was beet red. Mine probably was, as well. He smiled at me and cupped my face with his hands. Then, our lips crashed together.
He tasted like nicotine and coffee, the same way he did before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn't want to make a move, in case I freaked him out. I pulled away after a few seconds for air, only to be pulled back in not a second later by Gerard. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, as if asking for an entrance, which I allowed. The other two guys were cheering us on, which made me smile a bit. Gerard's lips eventually left my mouth and started peppering my neck in kisses. I was in a daze, ignoring everything around us as I quietly moaned. That is, until the curly-haired guy pulled Gerard away.
"We asked for a makeout, not a porno!" he mocked. I blushed and tucked a string of hair behind my ear. Gerard's face was probably just as red as mine, and he was panting.
"Sorry," he said, followed by a breathy chuckle. Oh god, that laugh was attractive. Hot, even.
I felt something that I really hadn't before.
Well, not for someone who knew I existed.
Lust.
Frank, you can't have sex with someone you've been dating for, what-- 3 days? But there were fireworks going off when we kissed, and I could feel a familiar tightness in my jeans. Frank, stop, I thought to myself. Then I looked at Gerard and his crooked smile and oh god I need him.
I cleared my throat to catch their attention. "C-can... can we go back? I'm tired."
Gerard realized the sun was setting and looked at his watch. "Fuck, it's 5. We left at like 1. Yeah, of course." He stood up and turned to the other two. "Sorry, we gotta go." They nodded and said goodbyes.
As we walked out of the park, I could hear Patrick moan a breathy, "Pete!" in the distance, which only deepened the redness in my face.
"What's wrong, babe?" Gerard asked. He hadn't really called me by a pet name, I was the one who did that, so hearing him call me babe brought a smile to my face. You can't exactly tell someone, "oh, we made out and now I'm really turned on and want to have sex with you even though we've only known eachother for a few days," so I lied.
"Nothing."
He laughed. "Your face is tomato red right now, c'mon. Something's up."
"Yours is too!" I retorted.
"It is?" I nodded. His blush deepened and he looked away.
We eventually reached his house, to find no one was home. There was a note on the counter reading, "We went out to the store. Mikey is on a date with his girlfriend. Don't tear up the house." A smirk formed on my face. I'd never felt so mischievous. I grabbed his arms and brought him upstairs. Once we got to his room, I pinned him against his door. I may be the smaller one, but he wasn't very strong.
Once again, I brought my lips to his, not even asking for permission before slipping my tongue in his mouth, which elicited a moan from him.
Oh god, I couldn't. That moan was just... The tightness in my pants grew hot and I knew I had to do this now. I pulled away for a second for breath, which was a huge mistake if I wanted to be dominant here. He grabbed me by my waist and dropped me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. A grin was plastered on his face.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this," he whispered before beginning to bite and suck on my neck. I'm sure that'll leave a few hickeys. I always liked the idea of hickeys. They were the only bruises caused by love and affection. They were also like a mark you would leave on your lovers, as if to say you're mine. Fuuuck, the thought of Gerard marking me didn't help the tent in my pants at all. He grinded against my hips, but I bit my lip to make sure I wouldn't make any sounds. My moans were embarrassing.
"I want to hear you." he hissed and once again grinded against my crotch. I let out a quiet moan, and felt him smile against my neck. Tonight was gonna be fun.

GERARD'S P.O.V.

I don't know what was going on with me. I didn't know I had it in me to be so dominant. Oh, I hope I'm not scaring him. But I liked it. It gave me a rush of adrenaline. The heat in my crotch grew with every moan that escaped his mouth. Oh god, I really needed him right now. I've only known this man for a few days, but I...
I loved him.
Oh god, did I just say that?
Yes, I did. I loved him. He couldn't love me, though. Not if he knew what was wrong with me. Not if he knew I was a decaying corpse. But I loved him. And I really did want him right now.
I pulled away to catch my breath and looked over his face. He was beet red and sweating, I probably looked the same way. I grabbed onto the hem of his long-sleeved shirt and was about to pull it up when he stopped me. "Gerard, I-- I don't feel comfortable with you looking at my body."
"Frankie, if you don't want to do this at all, it's fine--"
"No. I want to do this. Badly. I'm just... I'm just really self-conscious."
"I'm sure you're beautiful, babe." I sighed. "But I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to." I pulled my own shirt off, but quickly covered myself again when I realized he would be the first person to see me like this. He chuckled, and my muscles relaxed. I threw my shirt across the room and squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see Frank's reaction. I heard a gasp and a gentle touch against my sides. trailing down to my hips. I dared to open my eyes and saw Frank's face was an expression like yesterday, when he saw my drawing. Awe.
"Gerard, you're..." he started. "Beautiful."
"Ha, good one," I joked. I wasn't exactly self-conscious, but I didn't like my body.
"You are."
"R-Really?" He nodded, and smiled. Then, his hand went from my sides to the fly of my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them before I could really understand what was happening. He pulled me down, so our chests were touching again and my face in the crook of his neck, and snaked his hand into my pants.
"Frank..." I moaned as he stroked my member. I couldn't believe this was happening. I dug my face into his shirt, which only made him tighten his grip on me. I snaked my arms around his chest, moaning into his shirt. Oh, god. It was like he'd done this countless times before. I wouldn't be surprised if he had. I'm not calling him a manwhore, but someone as beautiful as him has to have countless partners, right? His pace slowly rose, and the bundle in my stomach getting tighter.
"I-I'm close, Frankie!" I whispered into his ear, and could hear him smile. I gripped onto his shirt as I released into his hand and probably all over my boxers. "S-Sorry..."
"It's fine, sunshine," he told me, and sat up.
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked him. He nodded and smiled.
"I love you, Gerard. Of course I do." My heart stopped. He said he loved me.
"I-I... I... I love you too!" I replied, a bit more excited than I should've been. "I love you so much Frank." I gave him a kiss on the lips before starting to slip his pants off, while he did the same to mine. We eventually were both undressed (save for his shirt) and we both sat on the bed.
"So, um..." he started, "how does this work?"
"I don't know. I guess, like... top or bottom?"
"What?"
"One of us has to bottom..."
"Top." he immediately replied. A blush rose in my cheeks as I thought about being dominated by Frank. Oh god, I've never really had thoughts like this before about someone else. But Frank was just...
I shouldn't have taken my thoughts away from the task at hand, as Frank flipped me over onto the bed and kneeled on top of me. He began to suck on my neck as I had on his. I bucked my hips up, begging for friction. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him closer. He pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes. "Hey, Gee Bear, tell me if it hurts, okay?" I nodded. He spread my legs open and positioned himself between my legs.
"I'm ready, Frankie."
He pushed a little bit of his length into me and I hissed in pain. It was a pleasurable pain though, not unbearable. I gripped onto his hair as I calmed my breath. He looked into my eyes again, asking me if I wanted to go further. I nodded and he pushed a bit more into me. The pain had faded at this point, and all my attention was directed to the fact I was, well... having sex. And with someone as attractive as Frank. People always said you felt a special bond with whoever takes your virginity, and I believe them now. I gripped Frank's shirt and pulled him closer to me, so I could look into his hazel eyes. God, he was hot. I was so lucky to have him. He began to move and I let out a moan. "Faster," I groaned. Frank complied, and began to thrust faster.
"Gerard..." he breathlessly whispered.
"Hearing you... say my name is just..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Then, he hit a certain spot, and it sent me over the edge. I threw my head back as I loudly moaned. The whole neighborhood could probably hear me, but that wasn't a problem to me right now. I could tell I was close to release.
"Gee, I'm about to--"
"Me too, F-Frankie!" I started to buck my hips into his, eliciting groans and whimpers from him. I couldn't take it anymore. My back arched as I climaxed, as Frank followed soon after. The feeling of him releasing inside of me sent a shiver down my spine as I came down from my high.

"Oh my god," Frank breathed, "that was amazing." I laughed.
"I... I never thought I would do that at this age."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I didn't think I would do that until I was like, 25. And at that time, I would've only done it because I was desperate."
"This was your first time?" he asked, shocked. I sat up.
"Well, yeah. I'm not exactly one people want to sleep with." He broke out into a grin.
"I kind of just... assumed I was one man of many. Not to call you a manwhore, I swear, but you're just... really attractive. Really. I just thought--"
"I thought the same about you!" I interrupted, chuckling. "Seems we both overestimated eachother."
He laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me once more. I snuggled into his chest and covered our bodies with a blanket.
"Let's pray to god no one comes in my room while we're asleep," I muttered as I drifted to sleep to Frank's breathing.

Notes

I FEEL LIKE I INTRODUCED SEX TOO QUICKLY IN THE RELATIONSHIP GHIHJHDKG

xo