All My Favourite Colours

Mikey stays in for a week and a half having radiotherapy every second day. His hair is thinning out and he’s threatening to get a wig that would look like early Ziggy Stardust hair. Frank and I both think that that is a very bad idea. His other option is to go for a Beatles style wig. We’re not terribly keen on that either.
We barter with Ray and I get him out for thanksgiving at our mom’s. I tried to get Frank out too but his doctors point blank refused, said it wasn’t time yet.
Thanksgiving with the family is always nice but the drive to New Jersey and back isn’t terribly fun.
When we get back to the hospital and settle Mikey back into his room we see Frank sitting up in bed eating Turkey with a rotund woman. He smiles broadly at me when I sit down. He’s looking much better and it was only two days. “Hey Gee! This is my aunt Marie, came here all the way from Denver just to feed me proper thanksgiving food” he beams. He’d mentioned his aunt before but I never thought to be meeting her in an Iron Maiden t-shirt and black jeans.
“Hi Frank, it’s nice to meet you Miss Iero,” I hope I got that right.
“You must be Gerard!” she says standing up and hugging me, “Frank has told me so much about you! You’re a very good artist!”
Behind her Frank is blushing a deep red. It’s the first time he’s ever looked embarrassed for as long as I’ve known him. “Yea I showed her your drawings. No denying you’re very talented Gee,” he says, avoiding my eyes.
I have to leave Mikey and Frank at the same time as Frank’s aunt and I offer her a lift. “Oh that’s very kind of you Gerard but I’m just driving home now.”
“You drove all the way up here for one afternoon just to drive all the way home?” I ask incredulously.
“When you love someone like I love my little Frankie a few hours in the car is nothing.”

The days fly into December and I spend all my nonworking hours in the hospital room. Sometimes Mikey wouldn’t be there or wouldn’t be awake and I spend a precious few hours alone with Frank. Sometimes we kiss but mostly he refuses to saying over and over “it’s not fair to” or “it’s too hard”. I don’t ask him to elaborate.
One day I get a call from the hospital. My first reaction is to panic but it’s not something to panic about. Mikey had been in for one of his scans and got an all clear. They’re going to run some more tests but it looks like he’s clear. No more cancer. I texted Pete because I knew he’d want to know and his reply came
OMFG that’s the best thing I’ve heard all month can I come with you to the hospital??? –P
After work I pick up Pete and we fly to the hospital. Ray says that they’re going to keep him in for another round of scans to be sure, then he’ll have to get check-ups every few months which insurance is refusing to cover.
When we walk into the room Pete half tackles Mikey and starts pointing out how thin his hair is. Mikey shoves him off and sits up straight to start talking to us.
Frank looks better. As much better as he did when I brought him out of the hospital. If it wasn’t for the wires stuck in him here and there you could even think he was fine.
Pete and Mikey delved into conversation straight away so I decide to sit with Frank, “Hey Frankie, how’re you doing?”
“I don’t feel like I’m dying today, Gee. That’s a good sign right?” He smiles, genuinely positive.
“That’s really good Frankie,” I say but my mind is trying to figure out whether or not I can bring him out. “What’s your opinion on coming out again soon? When the doctors say its okay…”
He doesn’t even think about he just straight out says, “Hell yea! Can we go over to yours? I do believe you make the best coffee.” He’s fucking queueing me again.
My reply fails again; “yea sure thing!” I’m just not fucking good with words.
On my way out I send Pete to the car and seek out Ray. His hair is loose and big as he walks out one of the side doors. “Hey Ray can ask you some things?”
“Yea Gerard, what’s up?”
“Uh Frank is looking better and I’m just wondering um if he can leave the hospital again soon?” I’m blushing again.
“Oh.” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Well if we give him another few days and the results come in… You know what if the treatment is working as well by the end of the week you can take him out the same day you bring Mikey home.”

The whole week I spend hoping that he will make a rapid improvement. I have Mikey as a spy to tell me what his scan results are like and how he’s taking whatever weird ass treatment they have him on.
Finally when Friday comes I’m practically bursting. Mikey is cancer free and Frank could be leaving. Frank could be coming home with me even just for a few hours.
The hospital is pretty busy today. The halls are full of kids in white coats with clipboards. When I walk into Mikey and Frank’s room they’re both laughing really hard. “What?” I grin at them. They’re both in normal clothes.
“We just had some students in here,” Mikey says between laughs, “And they were supposed to ask intelligent questions…”
Ray signs them both out and tells me to have Frank back by midday tomorrow. All the way back into the city I heard examples of intelligent questions the students were asking; “Are those wires connected to that machine?” “Does it hurt when you use the bathroom?” and one girl asked Mikey; “Are you single?”
Mikey tells me just as we’re on a roundabout to drop him to Pete’s.
“See ya later, have fun” he calls to me as I pull away a dorkish grin on his face.
Frank flings himself in the couch as soon as we get in. He fits lying horizontally on it. “Come ‘ere Gee,” he says sitting up and patting the seat beside him.
The second I sit down he twists around to look at me, “the house smells like you”
I laugh, “I don’t know how to take that.”
“Oh that’s a good thing. It doesn’t smell like bleach or like that pub or Alexander’s” he smiles up at me. I honestly don’t know what to do. If ever I take someone home I’m drunk and they lead.
Frank, obviously sensing my discomfort, sits rigid. “Want to do something?” he asks, “Got monopoly or-” I cut him off by kissing him. No way are we going to play monopoly.
He sits up immediately and wraps his arms around my neck and holds our heads together. I just hold his hips and he starts grinding into me. I try not to moan or breathe to heavy yet.
Frank detaches from my mouth and kisses down my jaw line and nibbles at my neck. I gasp slightly as he finds the sweet spot by my ear. “I want to see you, Gee,” he murmurs into my ear. I unzip my jacket and as I throw it aside Frank impatiently undoes my belt. He slides off my pants and then his own. Then we’re kissing again but more hungrily, more passionately.
Frank is sitting on me, straddling me, making impossible for me to move. I’ve lost all sense of time, we could have been kissing a year for all I know when he takes one hand out of my hair and slides it down my chest smoothly to hold my length. He then slowly starts flicking his wrist along me and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. He smiles and picks up speed. I feel my breath and heart beat speed up. Not fair, too soon. I move my hands around his back and then one to the front. “No” he breathes and stands up. I groan; I really don’t want him to stop.
He rolls me unto my side and slides two of his fingers in me, never breaking eye contact. I start to moan straight away and Frank silences me with his mouth. After a while he adds another finger and I groan loudly. Just when I think it’s all too much Frank takes his fingers out and moves behind me. I shuffle on to all fours. He takes a few seconds more than I anticipated and the suspense makes me want to cry out. “Oh Frankie stop teasing me. Come on Frankie, please.”
I hear a small laugh from behind and then feel Frank enter me. I sigh slightly in relief which quickly becomes a moan as with each thrust Frank hits my prostate and each time goes a little deeper. I whimper, “Aw fuck Frankie.” He almost pulls all the way out, and then crashes in and I feel myself getting closer faster and faster.
Frank feels this too and leans in close to my ear, “You gonna cum Gee? You gonna cum for me?”
It doesn’t take much more before I do. I gasp and moan, Frank pulls out and licks my stomach clean. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so fucking hot. I lie there for a moment half off my couch then realise Frank didn’t finish. I crawl over to Frank and lift his length into my mouth as seductively as I can. I move my tongue around it trying to get as much in my mouth as I can. I hear Frank moan and he wraps my hair around his fingers. He moves my head over him in a rhythm moaning, “Oh fuck Gee. Oh fuuuuuck.” He fills my mouth and I drink him in, savouring the taste of Frank.
When I’ve finished I sit up and Frank lies into me. His small frame fits perfectly against my body, and I realize how fragile and vulnerable he really seems at times. He’s just so perfect especially when he’s curled up by my side. We lie there for another while, recovering. After a while I turn on a zombie movie and we make out to the sound of the gore.

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