The Light Behind His Eyes

I was panting, hard. The hole between my cheeks was burning. I laid my head on Frank's shoulder who was panting, lying next to me. He was staring up at the ceiling, "That was everything I imagined." He smiled a bit before turning his head to me, "Sorry if I rushed into it. I got really excited."
"No, no, it's fine." I grinned, "It was fun."
Frankie chuckled, "You know, I never took you as gay."
I shrugged, "I'm probably bisexual. I've had a lot of girlfriends but with you is different. I not only love you, but I feel like expressing it. With girls I just express it." I laughed.
Frankie frowned, "You're bisexual...well, I'm full on gay. I knew since I was dared to kiss a boy in seventh grade. It felt right."
"Why did you say it like that?"
"Like what?"
"When you said 'you're bisexual' you said it in a weird way."
Frank shrugged, but said nothing. I sat up, "No, tell me."
Frank sighed, "I don't believe in the term bisexual."
Before we could go into more detail, a knock occurred on the other side of the front door. I stood up. I put on my boxers and said to Frank, "We'll finish this conversation later." I walked over to the door and opened it. Lindsey smiled, "Oh, am I interrupting?" She glanced down at my boxers.
I shut the door hallways so she could only see me and not Frank naked on the couch. I blushed, "Nope, just got done."
"Are you sure? Based on that bump I would say you're just getting started." She grinned, "Who's the lucky lady?"
I chuckled, but didn't say anything. Lindsey pulled her backpack in front of her, "I got you something." She searched through her bag before pulling out a necklace, "It was a get well present, but I can see someone beat my gift." She chuckled as she handed me the silver guitar necklace, "Oh, and luckily, we're playing tonight. So, try not to get into a coma and come see us play, okay?" She grinned.
"Sure thing. Can I bring someone along?"
"Of course." She winked, "See you later." She tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked off.
I shut the door before putting on the necklace. I turned to Frank who was putting on his shirt, "That was Lindsey. I'm not going."
"At least pretend you don't hate her, geesh."
Frankie sighed as he put on the rest of his clothing, "I don't know what to say Gerard. I just don't like her."
"Please go...for me."
"No."
"What if she hits on me?"
"Okay fine, I'll go." He said as he stood up. I knew that would make him go.
I walked over to him and smiled, "We should just call it official, love."
Frankie grinned, "Maybe. You're convincing me slowly." He kissed my lips, "Slowly."

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