You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.

You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.

Chapter 8

"Mikey?" I shouted into the abyss of my home, praying my younger sibling would not answer my call.

"Gerard!" Mikey's straightened blonde hair appeared from around the side of the kitchen doorway making me jump slightly with alarm.

"Oh, hey Mikey," I muttered, pausing in the door (majorly so I could hide Frank whilst I contemplated what to do with him), "I thought you'd be out, shopping or whatever it is you do on Wednesday afternoons?" I had honestly thought that Mikey would have been out when myself and Frank had arrive at home; whenever I arrived alone he was always on a trip out, usually to the local supermarket to restock our cupboards but sometimes to visit friends ... I didn't realise how much I was relying on today to be one of those days.

"Nah, thought I'd stay at home and have some quality zombie killing action time with my big bro on the Playstation!" He grinned at me before producing a large bowl of popcorn from behind the kitchen doorway. My face fell.

"Oh ... well, you see Mikey, I organised for someone to come over and well he's here now ..." I drifted off, praying that Mikey would get the message and go do his shopping like our mother had trained him to but he didn't.

"Oh well, he can join in? I don't care, the more the merrier!" He grinned before walking through into the living room and planting the enormous sized popcorn filled bowl on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Gradually, I shuffled forwards - just enough so Frank could slip through the gap in between my back and the door and into the house.

"Hey wait ..." Mikey paused, staring at Frank as he slowly made his way into the living room, "you're that guy from before? The one that ... Gerard and you were ..." he gestured around with his hands before finally dropping the conversation as both mine and Frank's cheeks began to blush a bright maroon colour. Thankfully, Frank was still wearing his jacket which meant his jumper with the school logo on it was hidden away from sight. Also, he had left his bag in the front of my car meaning that just by looking at him, Mikey would have no reason to believe he was 17 and still at school. "Close the damn door Gerard and come play video games!" Mikey yelled at me; grabbing an extra controller from behind the TV for Frank.

"Well this should be amusing." I muttered beneath my breath; placing my coat on a nearby peg, I walked into the living room and took the spare seat in between Mikey and Frank (the latter of whom had begun to remove his jacket as I sat down). Grabbing a controller I joined in with the first game Mikey had picked which seemed to involve blowing away numerous deceased members of the publics heads off but I wasn't complaining, it was something to do to escape the new horror I felt everyday ... the horror of being caught. The horror of being caught with Frank.

It had been just over an hour since we'd arrived home and Mikey was finally beginning to realise myself and Frank wanted to be alone.

"I'll, um, leave you two to it for a bit ... we need more coffee anyway and I thought I'd go see Ray for a bit, I heard he's drumming now." Mikey walked out of the living room and through the front door; grabbing his thick black winter coat as he left even though it was beginning to warm up. As I heard the front door click shut, I sighed with relief. Finally! I didn't have to put up with the façade any longer. As soon as I leant back into my seat on the sofa Frank leapt onto my lap and began to explore my mouth with his tongue. At first I was surprised with his new found excitement but went along with it until he withdrew and sighed with contentment as he huddled into a tight ball against my chest.

"What was all that about then?" I asked, stroking his spiky gelled hair whilst chuckling softly.

"I missed being able to kiss you that's all." He whispered softly after a short while of thinking over his answer. I shrugged and carried on stroking his short spiked hair; occasionally brushing my hand back and forth against the bleached blonde area of which he had shaved to a few mere millimetres of length on the far side of his scalp. "I hate this Gerard." He whispered softly, clutching in a childlike fashion to the collar of my Black Flag t-shirt.

"Hate what Frank?" I asked curiously - I began to worry if he had changed his mind completely about us being together.

"Us," he whispered once again, making my heart beat faster and the blood in my veins turn icy cold, "us not being able to go out in public. I mean, we can't go to a nice restaurant or the cinema or even the damn park together ..." he sighed, relaxing his tight grip on my t-shirt slightly. "I can't wait till we can really be together Gerard." As he looked up at me I saw a glimmer of pure happiness in his twinkling chocolate brown eyes as he smiled weakly.

"Nor can I Frank." I smiled down at him and kissed the smooth skin of his forehead. Though when I looked up and away from his gaze, something at the back of my mind began to whisper that this wasn't going to happen ... I began to feel as though maybe, just maybe, myself and Frank were never going to have the so called normal life we both so desperately wanted together. Looking back down at his warm brown eyes filled with worry, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and stood up; only just having the strength to hold Frank tight to my chest in a cradle like fashion.

"Why don't we just forget about that? Just for one hour or something ... lets be normal for just one hour." I whispered, kissing Frank's forehead before stumbling to my bedroom (still clutching Frank in a tight grip against my chest whilst slamming my door shut behind us and locking us in the darkening room).

"Why can't we be like this all the time?" Frank muttered as I caressed his inner thigh - hungrily kissing the crevice of his neck.

"Shhhhh," I whispered, placing a finger over his tender, pale lips to keep him quiet, "for one hour we're going to be normal Frank, you're not my student and I'm not your teacher. We're both the same age and there's nothing wrong with what's happening between us." I took my finger away from Frank's lips, smiling softly.

"But, Gerard. There's nothing wrong with what's going on between us - we love each other ... that's it. There's nothing wrong with that." Frank sat up from his place on my bed, looking down at me; sadness filling his chocolate coloured eyes.

"Damn it Frank," I murmured - sitting up so I was facing him, "you tell the government that Frank ... to them, to everyone for that matter, we're wrong. This is wrong. I'm just saying it how it is Frank but people think this type of love is wrong. Everyone does, and we can't change that." I placed my delicate hands over his - entwining our fingers together. "Everyone but me Frankie." Looking up at him I smiled, wishing that everything could change and that we could be normal ... or everyone else's idea of normal anyway. Before I could say anything else though, Frank had pulled me closer towards himself and wrapped his arms around my neck in a tight embrace.

"And me." He whispered before placing his lips upon mine and leaning backwards - forcing me to lean over his body but allowing him to move his left foot up and down the inside of my legs.

"Normal's overrated anyway." I chuckled before pulling my t-shirt over my head and throwing it to the floor allowing me to get slightly closer to Frank's body. Smirking, he pulled away the various items covering his chest until both our half naked bodies were pressed against one another.

"Gerard," Frank paused, pulling away from me slightly but staying close enough so that I could feel his warm breath against my skin, "I ... I was wondering," he swallowed, "if maybe, we could ... we could go further you know." He looked down whilst playing with the thin, short hair at the back of my neck.

"How so?" I smirked, placing both my hands on the bed beside his head.

"Well ... like ... well you know," he paused to look up at me with worry filled eyes, "like ..." he swallowed once again, "like sex." He whispered, looking down once again as if ashamed.

"Are you sure Frank? I mean, of course I'm up for it don't think I'm not but are you really?" I paused to stroke his cheek with my right hand. "You don't have to, I don't want to make you feel like you have to Frankie." I sat up so I wasn't leaning over him. Following suit Frank sat up to face me.

"Gerard ... I want to, I just ... I don't know how." He whispered softly, twiddling with his thumbs to look preoccupied. Smiling I took his hands in mine.

"If you're sure then yes Frank, we can go further." I waited for him to look up before placing a soft kiss on his warm, wet lips and felt him smile as I did so. Without any hesitation I slipped off my black skinny jeans and boxer shorts, somehow managing to not detach myself from Frank's lips as I did so. Quickly he copied me and we lay on top of one another naked, waiting for the other to make the first move. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this Frank? You really don't have to." I whispered softly, trying my best to make it sound as though I wanted this just as much as he did because I did. I probably wanted this more then him. In my eyes, sex is something very personal and sharing that with someone you truly love is the closest way to be with them both physically and mentally. Without hesitation Frank answered my question by dragging my lips to his in a frantic and passionate kiss. Slowly I moved so that Frank was placed on his hands and knees and I was leaning over him.

"You ready?" I whispered softly, caressing the bottom of his back.

"Always." He whispered back.