The Light Behind His Eyes

The next day wasn't so bad. Frank did spend a lot of time with me in the morning and after school. It was during lunch when I missed him. He would say goodbye to me and make his way to the gym.
I would sit at a lunch table with Alex, Lindsey, and Jack. I would mess with my food, mixing the mash potatoes and the corn together, my thoughts on Frank.
Lindsey noticed my quietness and asked, "Is something bothering you?"
"Yes, actually."
She grabbed her own fork and helped me with the food mixture. As she spun her fork in my mash potatoes, she asked, "Is it the case?"
"No, Patrick has that under control."
"Maybe you can tell me what's bothering you?"
I placed my fork down and looked up at her, "Maybe."
She grinned, "Well, I don't mean to come off as a hippie, but I'm a really nice person."
I laughed, "A hippie?"
She grinned and winked.
My laughter trailed off but my smile remained, "Well, maybe I can tell you later."
She smiled, "Maybe."
I grinned at her.
"Hey guys," Patrick set down a file in front of my tray, "Gerard, the date for the trail is set. In two weeks, I need you to be there to testify. My uncle will be defending out case. Oh, and I need Frank there to. That's not a problem, is it?"
"No, I don't think so." I replied.
Patrick smiled, "Good." He sat down next to Jack, "Anyway, what's up with you and Frank-?" Patrick stopped, "Like, friendship wise-like-"
"Please stop talking." I said.
Patrick nodded, "You got it."
Lindsey rose a brow, but kept quiet.

After school, I waited for Frank in front of the school. We walked together to my apartment, and when we entered, he became a whole different person. He was teasing me in a sexual way. He took off his coat, revealing his tight shirt that he has to wear for MMA. He grinned at me as he noticed I was staring. He asked, "Do you like what you see?"
I smiled as he walked over to me and bent down to kiss my lips. He cupped my cheek and went deeper into the kiss, sending up vibes in between my legs. I abruptly grabbed him and pushed him onto the couch. He grunted, but his eyes were filled with lust. I was over his body, grabbing onto his waist and pushing it up against me. I felt his knee rub gently against between my legs to the large bulge in my pants.
His hand reached to grab my hair, pulling it back slightly. I moaned and tightened my grip around his waist. I was panting aggressively, "Take off your pants. Now."
He did what he was told, kicking off his pants as I did with mine.
After the sex, we laid out on the couch together. His head was next to mine, his lips touched my cheek.
I said, "Frank, I want you to know that if we get little money off of the case-"
"Don't say that. We're going to get a lot."
"But you don't know that for sure...if we get little money, can we use it for us? Like, can we use it for our future?"
Frank was silent until he replied, "Is there going to be an us in the future?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone knows I'm gay-but what about you?"
"Well..."
"You can't hide in the closet forever."
I frowned, "I hate it when you're right."
Frank giggled.

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