He's Not Dead He Only Looks That Way

As the week progresses Frank doesn’t find himself at all looking forward to the party. In fact, he almost comes to dread it, unable to bear the thought of Michelle’s boyfriend attending and running into Gerard.
Frank even asks around at school, questioning everyone from Pete to Barry, a boy in his Spanish class. Barry just mutters something about being unsure, and Pete just grins, telling Frank how excited he is and reminding him that he has a hearty bag of marijuana to ‘toke’. Frank doesn’t know what ‘toke’ means, but he doubts it has anything to do with whether that dickhead is going to the party tonight.
Gerard drives Frank home from school, driving to his own house where they can hang out until the party starts.
As a last resort, Frank sighs, “Do you think Michelle’s boyfriend is coming?”
Gerard hardly seems surprised; he merely raises a brow and adjusts his mirror. “Um, I really don’t know. I know he’s not the brightest, but I don’t think he’s stupid enough to go to my party.”
“I’m just worried he won’t care,” Frank mumbles.
Gerard arrives at his house, sitting for a moment, still buckled in. Finally, he unstraps himself, tapping Frank’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
“No, I’m really worried,” Frank admits. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Look, I’ll stay away from Michelle, okay?” Gerard bargains. “I wasn’t planning on talking to her anyways, but I’ll make a point out of avoiding her.” He cocks his head, trying to meet Frank’s distant eyes. He sets a hand on Frank’s knee, tracing the cap of the joint. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“Then call off the party,” Frank pleads.
“I can’t-”
“Yes, just please, only until things tone down,” Frank begs. “You can have a party every night if you want once things are peachy, but they aren’t now, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I….” Gerard begins, “I don’t….”
Frank gives him his best hazel eyes, really milking Gerard’s empathetic vice as he pouts.
“I can….” Gerard groans, “I’ll have to text a lot of people!”
Frank squeals, launching himself across the car and into Gerard’s lap. He wraps his arms around Gerard’s torso, planting sloppy kiss after kiss onto his forehead, cheek, neck, nose, wherever he can get to. After each kiss, he cries, “Thank you!”
Gerard laughs, rolling over onto his side and opening the car door. He steps out, letting Frank fall over onto the drivers’ seat. Gerard turns, motioning for Frank to get on his back.
Frank hops on, and the two have quite the struggle shutting the car door, and an even bigger challenge with opening the door to the house. They make it in, Gerard telling,
“You’re helping me text everyone, goddamn it.”
“Deal!” Frank chirps, slipping a hand into Gerard’s back pocket. Gerard tenses beneath Frank’s palm, but Frank fails to notice, yanking Gerard’s cell phone out opening a mass text cancelling the party.
“What should I say?” Frank asks. “Maybe your dog is sick?”
Gerard eases down the basement steps, slowly bringing a hand over to the railing. “I don’t have a dog.”
“And?”
Gerard chuckles, “They’ve been to my house, they know I don’t have a dog!”
Frank thumbs the keys absently, suggesting, “I could say your parents came home early.”
“That’ll do,” Gerard decides, reaching the bottom of the staircase. He stumbles over to the bed, his knees weak from the long trip (the trip not long in length but in effort due to Frank being on his back the entire time).
He flops onto the bed, Frank sending the text and tossing the phone to the recliner.
Gerard faces Frank in bed, leaning into him and kissing the base of his neck. “You know,” he pules into Frank’s skin. He drags his teeth across his collarbone, nibbling on it gently. “We have all night to ourselves.”
Gerard glances up to see Frank’s reaction, to see his boyfriend’s eyes shut. Gerard’s about to yell at him for sleeping while he was being sexy, when he realizes that Frank’s eyes aren’t shut because of unconsciousness, but because of bliss. Frank’s fly is wide open, showing off a triangle of blue briefs, bulging at the front from Frank’s hand wedged under them.
Gerard forces himself to interrupt Frank, closing his hand tightly around the younger boy’s wrist. Frank stops, eyeing Gerard. “Dude.”
Gerard moves Frank’s arm out of the way, setting it at his side. “Let me.” He slides his hand down Frank’s underwear, wrapping his fingers around the tip of his cock.
Frank’s breath catches in a throat, and nothing but a helpless whining is audible as Gerard strokes him, bringing his thumb up and down the shaft of Frank’s cock.
Gerard kneels, setting his stomach to the mattress to lick Frank’s length, protruding from the open slot in his briefs. He swipes his tongue around the head a few times, occasionally peeking up at Frank to see if he’s doing a good job. Frank’s hands are clenching at the bed sheets and his hips are arching upward, so Gerard can assume that Frank’s enjoying the ride.
Gerard takes Frank all in, bobbing his head and grazing his teeth against the skin gently. Frank laces his fingers into Gerard’s hair, assisting Gerard’s rhythm with closed eyes and sweaty palms.
Gerard focuses then on the head, determined to get Frank to orgasm. He brings his tongue up the side, zigzagging, and then drags it around the head, flicking it over the tip. He sucks on the girth, reaching one hand up blindly to find Frank’s hand. Frank meets him halfway, grasping Gerard’s cold hand with his own clammy paw.
Gerard can hear Frank’s pants hitch, the frequency and tone of them morphing steadily. Gerard slows down as Frank comes, swallowing before he can even weigh his options.
Gerard lays on his back, slightly worn down himself. He strips out of his clothing, encouraging Frank to do the same, which he does, obediently pulling off his school uniform with no reluctance. He sets it on the nightstand, then curling up into Gerard’s arms.
Gerard’s phone gives a buzz from across the room. Gerard gazes over Frank’s shoulder, wondering who it could be from.
“You going to answer it?” Frank asks.
“Pfft,” Gerard scoffs. He nestles back into Frank’s skin, inhaling deeply. “I’m staying here.”
“Staying with me?” Frank questions, smoothing one of Gerard’s many cowlicks.
“Yep,” Gerard agrees. He curls his fingers on Frank’s hip, promising, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

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