The Light Behind His Eyes

The back of my head was still throbbing. I guess after Patrick told Mrs. Osmar I was after all going to sue, she ignored to give me the painkillers. Luckily, Frankie dove into the cabinets when and snatched them when no one was looking. When we headed back to my apartment, Frank was, once again, taking care of me.
He handed me a glass of water and two pills, "Patrick said he'd give us a call when he has everything set for court, but for now, relax." He sat next to me, "Lindsey was asking for you."
I looked at him, "Well that was off topic." I placed the pills in my mouth and swallowed them down with the water. I let out a sigh afterwards, the cool water had an artic taste. So fresh, clean, cold. Frankie shrugged, "She bothers me, a lot. I mean, she's nice but I'm not sure what makes me cringe about her."
"Is it that maybe she likes me and you're jealous?" I grinned.
"No..." Frank shifted, "Do you, uh, like her back?"
"She's attractive, but I got my eye on someone who I really really like...might even love." I winked.
"She's attractive?"
"Yes but-"
"Huh," Frankie frowned, "How attractive?"
"Frankie, hush. I just said I love you and you're caught up on Lindsey?"
Frank looked at me, "Well, don't love me. I told you, Gee. I'm broken. Not just that, I'm stubborn, clingy, and a total buzzkill." He looked toward the ground, "I don't know how to do anything right. I always ruin everything...I'm an idiot."
I frowned, "You're not an idiot. I regret telling you that...I didn't mean it. I was just upset seeing what I've dreamed for so long fall into ashes." I moved closer to his body, "I will use every fiber in my body to make you feel," I leaned into his lips, "Important..." The warmth in the room increased as his breath brushed against my lips. My hand laid on his thigh when my lips touched his. It was a total cliché move when my tongue touched his lips. He opened his mouth, giving me an invitation to stick my tongue inside. It was a passionate, hot, kiss. I slowly started to remove his jacket when my curiousity increased. I knew falling in love with a man would have its, well, "climaxes". Meaning, sex. I knew I would have to make love to the man I love...and honestly, I had no problem with it.
Frankie took off his jacket, and helped me with mine. He pushed my body on the couch and climbed on top of me. He repeated to kiss my neck, and after each kiss, the lower part of my body was heating up. Frankie tossed his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans before pulling them off. I wouldn't call myself gay, but I wouldn't call myself straight either. When I saw Frankie's third leg, I was already on my knees. Frankie pulled down my pants (quite roughly). The warm air touched my bare body. Frankie asked, "Are you ready?"
I nodded, "Yes, yes." I bit my lower lip.
I can feel my two cushions spread apart by his hands. He chuckled lightly, "Awe, it's cute." my face flushed red. And then, bam. I lost my man virginty. it was intense, very painful at first. Then as we got into it, everything was still painful, but I was use to it by then. I was enjoying it, embracing it.
Now you know why this was rated R.

Notes

God damn I love Frerard.