GERARD'S P.O.V

I couldn't help but let a light chuckle escape my lips as I watched Frankie's eyes go wide when I mentioned the idea of sex. I leaned over the ledge of the tub and shoved the candle back up on the counter before sinking down into the warm water, my long legs slinking around Frank's body.

I watched the light pink blush run out across his cheeks as he looked down to his hands, picking at hangnails littering his fingertips. I let a small smile pull at my lips before I slid myself closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked up at me shyly before his gorgeous hazel eyes retreated.

"Are you being so shy because of the fact that you don't like your body, and you're sitting naked in a tub with your amazingly attractive boyfriend?" I teased, reaching up and gently pushing his black fringe to the side. A breathy giggle escaped his lips before he looked up me once again, slowly nodding.

I simply leaned down, resting my chin on his shoulder before tilting my head so my lips were right by his ear. I inched closer ever so slowly and planted a kiss to his flesh covered cartilage before letting a small smirk pull at my lips.

"Frank, I think you are the most beautiful man that this ugly world could produce. And you're all mine." I whispered, my fingertips lightly running up and down his damp back, jumping over every vertebrae of his ridged spine. I felt him take in a short breath, letting it out in a sigh.

I slowly pulled my head back, only to duck down and creep my lips closer to his, before finally connecting them in a kiss that I will never forget.

Unlike the kisses that we oh so very often shared, this one was different. Normally they were sloppy or rushed, but this one was slow and...passionate, with lust throwing itself into the mix...along with love's presence gracing the connection.

It was perfect.

Soon though, Frankie's tongue was asking for an urgent invitation in which I quickly accepted, letting him explore.

I blindly started moving my hand at the bottom of the tub, looking for the drain plug. When my fingers finally brushed against the rubber I pulled it out, feeling the water start to lower. By the time the tub was empty, Frankie and I were standing up, the over head on, showering our close bodies in warm water.

"You ready?" I pant through a whisper, pulling away and resting my head on my boyfriend's. He eagerly nodded, pulling a chuckle from my lips before we started shuffling around, trying to switch places quickly.

With a smirk tugging at my lips, I slipped my hand down to Frank's hips, pulling them into me, causing him to bend at the waist, his arms dangling mid air by his hands that were gripping the handle above his head.

Moving one hand down to my member, I grabbed myself and started guiding it into Frank. He hissed in pleasure filled pain before he let his neck go limp, letting his head hang between his shoulders.

I slowly started pushing myself in before pulling back out and pushing back in again, slowly gaining speed as I let my grip tighten on him, my fingertips digging into his hips.

The only things audible in the echoing bathroom was the running water and wet skin hitting wet skin, accompanied by the occasional breath-hitch or sharp moan. Finally, I hit my target and Frank yelped out a shrill moan, his eyes snapping closed and his mouth falling open. I watched his grip tighten to a white-knuckled one as he clung to the silver handle.

"I--I...I'm cl-close...Gee." He panted, his voice catching in a moan. My only reply was thrusting faster and faster into his prostate before I felt myself shoot a hot release into Frank. Gasping myself, I slowly pulled out, leaning down just in time to see him release onto the tiled wall of the shower stall.

He slowly started to sit down, his back pressed into the wall as I turned the water on and stopped up the drain, filling the tub once again. I lowered myself into the rising water gently, sitting in front of Frank before I slid into him, laying my head in his chest. I let my legs slip out from under my as I lay on my stomach between his spread legs, both of our breathing deep.

I sighed as his arms wrapped themselves around my body protectively before I brought up a finger and began tracing the faint lines of abs on Frankie's stomach. A small smile stretched across my lips as I felt him chuckle slightly.

"Well, we came in here originally to have a bath, didn't we?" I sighed, sitting up. As Frank nodded I reached behind him and grabbed the shampoo from the ledge. I poured some into my hand and then Frank's as we started washing ourselves. Also having a bit of a bubble fight in between.

As I was passing a clean wash cloth to Frank, he grabbed my wrist, flipping it palm side up. I watched his expression slowly sink before he let me go. I looked down, pulling my arms into my chest.

"When did you start doing that?" He asked, looking up to me.

"When I was a freshman in high school." I whispered, refusing to meet his concerned and disappointed gaze.

"Why?"

"B-because....Because my grandmother, Elena passed away. She was my favorite person in the world." I sighed, looking down at my wrist myself. It was covered in a patchwork of scars and lines. Some across the street, some down the lane, some deeper than others. I was ashamed of them to say the least.

"Wh-when was the last time you cut?" He stammered.

"About....6 months ago." I replied. I heard Frank let out a breath I don't think he knew he was holding.

"P-promise.....Promise me you'll stop, Gerard." He whispered, taking both of my hands in his. I finally looked up at him to see tears rolling down his cheeks and read lines brimming the underside of his eyes. All I could manage was a nod before I felt the burning well up behind my eyes. Frank simply pulled my closer to him, wrapping one arm around me while he held onto my wrist in the other. He slowly brought my scared and hurt skin up to his lips, landing butterfly kisses on every single one of the lines.

Notes

I don't know if I like this chapter that much.....*_*