You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want. Chapter 9 I was amazed. The sensations of overwhelming joy that were shooting through my veins was exhilarating to say the least. I didn't know how much pain or pleasure Frank was in; it was hardly the time to ask. The gasps and moans he was producing could have been for either and I didn't want to ruin what was happening in case he was enjoying himself as much as I was. As amazing as it was though ... it was strange. It was strange to feel myself inside another human being for the first time in years. The last time I'd had any form of sex had been during my time at university when I'd spend my nights drinking and making out with whoever I could find - wether I would deem them suitable sober or not was something I rarely thought of when drunk. There it was again. The achohol ... creeping its way back into my mind. I pushed the thought away and realised that I was having sex with someone I truly loved, not just another drunken guy that wasn't totally sure what he was doing. This meant something unlike all the other times. Myself and Frank had become one ... it was peculiar to think that something theoretically so simple could have such an impact with both the physical aspects of my life and the mental aspects. After a few more minutes of myself moaning softly into Frank's back and Frank groaning into the soft folds of my duvet I came within him which filled me with unexplainable joy. As I threw my head back in ecstasy, Frank who had been jerking himself off came into his hand before collapsing onto the bouncy springs of my mattress. Taking the chance of quiet, I lay down next to his crumpled body - running one of my hands through his short hair and wiping away a trickle of sweat that had begun to run slowly down the contours of his flushed face. Slowly, he turned to stare at my hot, sweat covered face whilst smiling softly. "That was-" I cut him off by placing my finger on his soft, wet lips. "Shhh." I whispered softly, using the back of my palm to stroke his bare, red cheek. Shrugging, he took my finger and placed it on his lips before planting a trail of kisses from the tip of it up to my neck where he hungrily began to bite and suck at my pale, naked skin. "I'm back!" Shouted Mikey from the hallway - even through my closed bedroom door we could still hear him perfectly fine. Cursing under my breath I moved to grab Frank's boxers and throw them at the adolescent; grabbing my own and slipping them on soon afterwards. Whimpering, Frank grabbed my hands and pulled me back down next to him on the bed before rolling over on top of me. "You're not getting away just because your brothers here." He whispered, grinning in an insane manner. "And what if he hears us hm? What then Frankie?" I whispered back, sighing as the teen stuck his bottom lip out. Just to keep him quiet I pulled his head down to mine and feverishly kissed his wet lips, allowing my tongue to venture into his mouth. "Gerard?" Mikey shouted, rattling the door handle of my bedroom. "Damn it," I whispered, "what is it Mikey?" I shouted back at him, chuckling softly as Frank huffed with the knowledge that we weren't going to have sex whilst my brother was in the house. "I brought coffee back, some for that Frank dude as well, take it he's still here right?" I heard Mikey shudder at the thought of what we'd been doing together in my room. "Got him right here!" I shouted back, grinning before pulling Frank's face back to mine and allowing my tongue to re-explore his mouth. "Nice." I heard Mikey mutter before he walked away into the kitchen. "We better get dressed and go get our coffee Frankie." I smiled, pressing my nose against Frank's. "Fine." He sighed, lifting himself up and grabbing his shirt from the floor. When the pair of us had finally gotten dressed I took Frank's hand, unlocked the door, and strode out of my room and into the kitchen where Mikey was leaned against a counter with our coffees. Grinning I walked upto my younger sibling and moved my hand to take my cup of coffee which at the last moment he snatched away from my open fingertips. Puzzled, I looked at his face to see his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and anger. "How old is he Gerard?" He asked before pointing at the school logo on Frank's shirt. Looking at Frank, I opened my mouth in a goldfish like fashion trying to find even a single word that could explain but only one came to mind. "Shit." I muttered.