Love Should Always Be Blind

The next morning I woke up feeling groggy and out of it. I knew I wasn't in my room, because the bed wasn't in it's right position and setting for it to be my room. But then I remembered waking up in the middle of the night feeling scared and abandoned. I had made my way to Franks room, falling asleep in his arms. That explained the warm and strong ones wrapped securely around my waist while his face was nuzzled in my neck, breathing out warm light puffs.

I had only woken up a few minutes before Frank's alarm clock went off; the blaring sound of ringing erupting in my ears. Frank groaned and nuzzled his nose into my neck making me giggle. Frank chuckled sleepily, then lifted himself up, reached over me, slammed the alarm clock into silence, then flopped down beside me. I rolled over to face to face him. Reaching out a hand, I carefully rested it onto his cheek.

“Good morning.” Frank's rough sleepy voice croaked out, making me smile.

“Morning birthday boy!” I chirped, leaning in to peck his cheek.

“Thanks, Gee.” He mumbled, the edges of his lips lifting up slightly, from the movement of his cheek, that my hand still lay on.

“You know you're eighteen...you're technically an adult and I'm still seventeen.” I joked, raising one eyebrow. Frank giggled, his cheeks pulling back more indicating that his smile grew.

“And you say I'm perverted.” He joked back making me laugh.

“You're rubbing off on me.” I teased.

“That was my plan.” Frank giggled, leaning in to kiss my mouth. I kissed back, enjoying the taste of his sweet lips and warm gentle movements. Frank pulled back, sooner than I would have liked with a sigh.

“I don't want to go to school.” He grumbled, “I'm so fucking tired.”

“Me either. At least it's Friday I suppose.” I tried to point out sympathetically.

“I guess.” He sighed softly again. We lay there for a few moments, Franks arms wrapped around me and my hand resting lightly on his cheek. We only got a few minutes, though, before Matt bust through the door, the door swinging back and hitting the wall with a bang.

“What the fuck, Gerard!” He shouted, “Mom's freaking out. She thinks you ran away!”

“What?!” I yelped, shooting up into a sitting position, as did Frank.

“She went to check on you! And she flipped when you weren't there.” He explained “You're so fucking stupid! Why would you come into Franks room. You know you guys suck at trying to keep your relationship a secret if you can't stand one fucking night not sleeping with each other!”

“Hey!” Frank demanded, “Leave Gee alone. He only came into my room last night because he was scared.” He defended, climbing over me to get off the bed. “Let me talk to Susan.”

“Go ahead. She's pissed.” Matt muttered, his feet leaving the room afterwords. My heart was beating frantically by then.

“Hey, Gerard. It's okay. I'll go explain.” Frank reassured gently. His lips found mine in a chaste kiss, but I don't think I even kissed back, I was freaking out too much. Quickly Frank's feet crossed the room and he was gone, closing the door behind himself. I threw myself out of bed, however, finding the door and pressing my ear to it, hoping to hear Mom's and Frank's conversation... Dead silence...Then...

“...in your room?!” I made out Mom's accusing voice, causing me to cringe.

“He just got scared last night when he woke up all alone, that's why. He wasn't running away or anything.” Frank replied calmly.

“Dammit Gerard.” Mom mumbled to herself. “That boy is going to be the death of me...But I was only going to check and see how he was doing...He is okay right?” She went on.

“Yeah! He's doing fine.” Frank agreed quickly.

“Good, good.” She muttered, “By the way, I called Matt and you in from school, and I called Ray for Gerard. I figured we all had a rough night. I know I didn't sleep good. And it's Friday. I tired to convince Sarah to stay home, but she wouldn't budge.” Mom explained, sounding very tired.

“Oh...okay. That's fine with me.” He agreed.

“Oh, and Frank.!” Mom called after a pause.

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday.” She answered, a hint of a smile in her voice. After that I could hear Frank's footsteps getting louder and louder as he neared his room. Jumping away from the door, I barely was able to throw myself back onto the bed. Trying to act natural, I heard the door open.

“Is Mom mad?” I asked, right away.

“No. I think she understands now. And we don't have school. Susan called us out.” Frank replied, making his way back to the bed. Weight dipping in, I scooted over resting my head against his shoulder. Frank rested his head on top of mine.

“Alright...” I whispered.

“You wanna go back to bed?” Frank offered. I shook my head though.

“I'm going to go see Sarah.” I announced.

“Oh...okay. I'm going back to bed.” He shrugged. I nodded and stood up, only to bend down to peck Franks cheek. Leaving, I closed the door behind myself, then felt along the wall on my way to Sarah's bedroom. I could already smell her shampoo a few feet from her door. Rapping my knuckles, softly against the wood, I heard Sarah shout an agreement of being welcome.

“Sarah...” I hesitantly spoke, while opening the door.

“Gerard? I thought Mom called you in from school? Shouldn't you be asleep, honey?” Her concerned voice filled my ears. I crossed her familiar room to sit on the edge of her bed.

“Frank's alarm clock woke us up.” I shrugged.

“Yeah Mom almost died of a heart attack when you weren't in your room.” Sarah lightly chastised. I blushed.

“I only went in his room cause I was scared when I woke up in the middle of the night.” I defended. Sarah sat down next to me, slinging an arms around my shoulder. She smelled strongly of her vanilla shampoo and perfume.

“I know.” She comforted, stroking the back of her hand down my cheek. Turning my head in the direction of her voice, I tried my best to squint my eyes.

“Why aren't you staying home?” I demanded, judging out my bottom lip. Sarah laughed.

“Gee. I wish I could but missing one day of college is like missing a week.” She explained gently. I sighed, leaning my head on her shoulder.

“I wish you didn't have to go.” I whined.

“Me too, Gee.” She said, patting my head. “Here...” she offered, “why don't you sleep in my bed? You like that.”

“Alright.” I huffed, figuring it was the best I would get. I loved being around Frankie, but I missed Sarah. I hadn't seen her much and she really helped me last night. Sarah pecked my cheek before tucking me into her bed, folding the covers over me.

“I'll be back this afternoon.” She promised, kissing my forehead. I nodded, feeling sleep washing over my body again. Once she pulled back, I could hear Sarah moving around, however, grabbing her things. After a few moments, though, I heard the door close. Snuggling deeper into her bed, her scent was everywhere, comforting me into sleep. With the covers below my chin, a soft sigh, and the sound of rain on the window, I fell asleep within no time.

*****

When I woke up for the second time that morning, I made my way downstairs. I could smell the heavy sent of bacon and pancakes the closer I got to the kitchen. I could also hear the sound of chatter from Mom, Matt, and Frank. Turns out Mom was making a late breakfast for Frank's birthday. They all greeted me once I made myself known. All four of us ate making small conversation, Matt talking about going trick or treating with friends for the night. Apparently he was going to dress up as a vampire. Mom said her and David had to dress up too for the work party, she and David were going to that night. She didn't know what to go as, so that afternoon we all helped her find an outfit. It was actually really fun; going through her closet and makeup. In the end we all picked on dressing her up as a witch. I know not very original, but it was fun to workout. I'm sure Mom looked really great too.

Around five we finally started getting her ready. Matt and Mom shuffled through her closet, and they picked on a black lacy dress. I know because I had them tell me everything. Then Frank actually did her makeup. He said he was in theater in school and knew how to do theatrical makeup. Mom loved it. We all did a real good job, I'm sure. I was happy that Mom seemed happy. Once David got home, he dressed up real quick, (I don't know what he dressed up as though) then him and Mom left. Not after of course, Mom tested Frank on everything to do for me. It was annoying but I guess it was better than her having Sarah stay home.

Speaking of Sarah, she never came home. She called to tell me she was going home with a friend to get ready for the Halloween party she was going to. Which was cool. But I really wanted to at least see her before she left. Whatever. It wasn't until after Mom and David left, that Matt's friends stopped by to get him for their trick or treating, and that was around seven, because that's when it finally started getting dark outside. Once everyone was gone Frank let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“Finally. All alone!” He exclaimed, sitting down on the couch by me. I smiled softly, leaning into his embrace.

“I know.” I said, planting my lips onto his. He kissed back, cupping his hands around my face while licking my bottom lip. I allowed him in gratefully, moving my tongue in syn with his. It wasn't a particularly long kiss, as after a moment Frank broke away.

“When do I get this gift you insist on giving me?” He asked playfully, nuzzling his nose against mine. I giggled lightly.

“Not yet. Later tonight.” I promised. Frank whined only making me grin.

“Why don't you order pizza? I'll give it to you after dinner!” I suggested.

“Me? It's my birthday!” He grumbled, only teasing though.

“You're the adult now.” I countered. Frank couldn't help but give out a short laugh.

“You're so sassy sometimes.” He teased, heaving himself off the couch.

“You know you love it!” I called after him. I could hear his distant laughter echoing from the kitchen, then him speaking over the telephone, ordering the pizza. Within a few minutes I could hear his footsteps coming back to the living room, then felt his weight dip back onto the couch. Slinging his arm around me, I grinned.

“You wanna watch those cheap horror films you talked about, while we wait for the food?” I offered, directing my head in Franks direction.

“Yeah, why not.” Frank agreed, leaning for the remote controller and searching for a channel. I'm sure there were countless choices, due to the fact that it was Halloween. But a mere moments later, I heard the sound of screaming and gory sound effects fill my ears.

“What is this?” I laughed.

“Don't hate. It's Phantasm. A classic.” He answered.

“Phantasm?” I repeated, “I've never heard of it.”

“Oh man!” He squealed like a little kid, “It's so great! It's about this Tall Man, who's the bad guy. He has these flying sphere's that he throws at people that make them into his slaves. And this kid Mike and his brother try to stop him.” Frank explained giving me a short synopsis.

“Hmm.” I shrugged, “Sound interesting.”

“It's great.” He announced, holding me closer to him in excitement. I couldn't help but feel my lips curl into a smile at how adorable Frank was acting. We sat there, while Frank watched and I listened, Frank giving me a play by play of what was happening. I don't know if it was because he thought he needed to or because he was excited. I think it was because he was so happy, cause we've watch things before and I just listen, with no problem. It was very entertaining and cute nonetheless.

Eventually, around twenty minutes later the bell rang, in which Frank then paused the TV and got up off the couch to pay for the pizza. When he came back, we dug right into the pizza and finished watching Phantasm, while every now and then, Frank would have to get up when trick-or-treaters stopped by. After Phantasm finished, we decided to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, another one of Frankie's favorites. Neither of us really paid much attention, anyways, though, but mostly just made-out. Plus by then all trick-or-treaters we all mostly gone. With Frank's tongue deep down my throat and my fingers deep in his hair, I broke away to breathe. Frank only moved his lips to my throat, as I gasped for air.

“Frankie...Frankie.” I laughed breathlessly. “Don't you want your birthday present?”

“Later.” He mumbled against my neck.

“But our parents are going to be home in a couple hours.” I reminded. Frank stopped his lips from moving and sighed against my skin, sending a chill down my spine.

“Fine.” He pulled back. I smiled at him though, and reached for his hand.

“C'mon.” I said, getting to my feet. “It's in my room.”

Quietly we made our way together, hand in hand upstairs to my bedroom. Frank lead the way, as I trialed behind. The only sound echoing in the hall was our feet moving rhythmically. The walk was short, as Frank stopped and opened my bedroom door with a faint creek. Letting go of each others hands, I made my way to the closet. I heard Frank, flick on my lamp then flop down onto my bed. Bending down, I felt for the box that his gifts were held in.

“Do you need help?” Frank offered.

“No! You stay right where you are.” I warned, as my fingertips brushed the cardboard. Maneuvering the box underneath my right arm pit, I felt around for the glass vase, I knew was right beside it. Once I felt the cool glass, I wrapped my fingers around it and stood up, turning around.

“Where are you?” I asked, not knowing where on my bed Frank sat.

“I'm right at the edge of your bed.” He informed me. I nodded and made short precise steps to the sound of his voice. Frank reached out a hand onto my forearm, when I was within reach. I moved with his pull and sat beside him.

“Okay.” I spoke nervously, feeling my hands shake slightly. “I hope you like it... So first I got you sunflowers because I know their your favorite.” I explained, thrusting the vase out in Frank's direction. He grabbed them from me and I let go.

“Gee.” He sighed

“Wait, there's more.” I explained, bring the box to my lap. Feeling around I grabbed the book. “I got you Catcher in the Rye. It's in braille. I mean I know you can't read it...but I dunno. I thought you could learn or just think that it's neat or something.” I rambled on anxiously, setting the book onto his lap, reaching for the next item my hand came in contact with.

“I had Ray help me find that baseball you threw at my face.” I paused to smile and giggle nervously as did Frank. “I signed it. I just figured it was something special in a weird way. Like you said, it kinda broke the ice for us. And I don't think either of us will forget it.” I went on, continuing to place the gifts into his lap or next to him on the bed. “I made us matching bracelets. I know it's kind of lame. But they say Heroin Slow on them. Ray helped me make them. It's my favorite song of yours and I wanted you to have one too...And last but not least I burned you your own of Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, even though you can come to my room anytime you want to listen to it...That way you can always listen to it if I'm not home for some reason and you can think of me.” I finished, directing my head down even though I couldn't read Frank's reaction, anyways. Fiddling with my fingers, I grew more and more scared of Frank's reaction since he hadn't said anything.

Without warning, though, I was caught off guard, when Frank threw his arms around me in a tight embrace. Feeling slight relief, I wrapped my arms around him too, while he buried his face in between my shoulder and neck. For a second we were silent, but then I heard Frank sniffle.

“Frankie?” I asked, pulling back, swiping my thumb across his cheek and feeling wetness.

“Why are you crying? Do you not like your gifts?” I worried, my heart dropping and eyebrows furrowing.

“No, that's not it at all.” Frank's voice croaked, “I love it all, Gerard. It's perfect. It's the sweetest thing anyone's done for me.” He cried, peppering my face with kisses, making me beam.

“You do? You really like it all?” I wondered.

“Yes! Gerard, I love it all.” He reiterated, planting a firm kiss on my lips, breaking away and then resting his cheek against mine. I hummed in relief. I had been worrying about giving Frank his gifts all day. Nuzzling, his cheek into mine, Frank kissed my jaw.

“Gerard...” He started.

“Yes?” I asked, curiously.

“I love you.” He sighed shakily, “I really do. I love you.” I smiled warmly, melting into his embrace.

“I love you, too.” I whispered back. Carefully Frank directed his lips back to mine, only that time deepening it, moving his tongue into my mouth. Groaning, I moved my lips with his, already wanting more of him. Frank, guided me onto my back, hovering over me. Combing my fingers into his soft silky hair, I tried to press my mouth hard and harder into his. I couldn't get enough of him.

“Frankie.” I whined against his mouth while moving a hand under his shirt. “I need more.” Frank trailed kisses from my lips to my neck and collarbone, sucking and nipping. Withering under him, I bucked up my hips trying to get friction. He moaned against my neck, biting down hard then licking over the mark, causing me to groan as well. Frank moved back onto his thighs, straddling me, tugging my shirt off. Trailing his hands down my chest and stomach, I shiver and whined. Leaning back down Frank kissed my lips sloppily and hungry. By then I was panting at the velocity at which we were moving things along.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Frank husked into my ear, making my dick grow.

“Ugh.” I groaned deeply. I could feel Frank's lips smirk against my jaw.

“I'll take that as a yes.” He murmured, zipping my pants down, then carefully sliding them off of me. I lifted my ass in assistance, wanting to remove my clothes as fast as possible. Only in my underwear, I felt Frank's hands brushing down my chest and stomach, causing knots of ice and rollercoaster drops within my gut.

“Don't tease.” I whined, only making him chuckle.

“What's the rush.” He crooned, yet slipped a finger into the elastic band of my underwear and pulled them down.

“I love seeing you whine.” Frank's silky voice melted right into my ear. I could only form a response in moaning. Frank wasn't all too mean, though, and gripped me once my underwear was gone. Slowly he pumped me, his grip firm. I moaned and groaned, grabbing his shoulders for support. Soon enough he got a rhythm, whispering hot comments into my ear. I caught his mouth, somewhere in it forcing my tongue in right away. Frank complied, kissing and jerking me off simultaneously.

Digging my nails into his shoulder, once I felt my stomach twist, I broke away and moaned particularly loud into his ear.

“Frankie...I'm gonna cum.” I panted, feeling sweat drip down my forehead. Frank sped up his hand in compliance, encouraging me to finish. Thrusting into his hand, I let out a loud deep moan coming from the back of my throat, and dug my nails into the skin of his shoulder. Cumming hot and loud into Franks hand, I shouted his name, while he stroked me through my orgasm. Taking his hand back, I think he wiped it on my sheets, then ducked down to peck my lips while I was still struggling with catching my breath.

“Frankie.” I sighed, my chest heaving up and down. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He chuckled. “You're so hot.” I giggled and smiled brightly. Sitting up, I rolled to my side, running my hands down Frank's leg.

“It's your turn birthday boy.” I tried to say seductively, my lips finding his neck. I could feel him shudder under my touch, which pleased me immensely. Reaching my hands down to the hem of his shirt, I tugged it off of him; it was my turn to straddle him. Then running my fingertips down his chest, I admired the touch of his strong body. How warm and defined it was.

“Gee.” He sighed. I ducked down sealing my lips to his, as my hands moved down, unbuttoning his pants. It wasn't a hard task since I was used to dressing and undressing blindly. Breaking the kiss, though, I scooted down on his legs, to pull the pants off in which Frank helped wiggling them off. Looking up, I hoped I was smiling closest to his direction, then dropped my head down again, feeling for his briefs. Hooking my fingers in the bands, I slowly pulled them off, brushing his legs as I went. Once they were gone, I moved myself back up, kissing Frank passionately. We were both naked together, just skin on skin. Two soft bodies moving together. Gently I moved away, kissing a trail down Frank from jaw to chest, to stomach...

“Gerard, what are you doing?” Frank's voice asked out, all high pitched and broken. I smirked, trying my best not to giggle at his reaction.

“What do you think?” I teased.

“No. I-I mean you d-don't have to.” He stuttered obviously nervous.

“But I want to.” I stated firmly.

Frank didn't answer but I could hear him swallow loudly. Smiling viciously, I bent my head down, shifting my body down, continuing my kisses until I felt the coarse texture of pubic hair, just beneath Frank's hip bones. Nuzzling my nose into it, I inhaled deeply, causing Frank to moan. Still grinning, I moved my kisses to down his thigh. I could feel him shaking, which I felt very proud of the reaction I was pulling out of him. Honestly I was nervous myself though. It was my first time giving a blowjob. But I knew Frank loved me and I loved him too. I knew I couldn't mess up too much. Hopefully at least.

Finally I reached out, my hand coming in contact with his dick. Frank moaned again at the touch. Hesitantly I moved in closer, my nose bumping the base of his dick. Pulling back not even an inch, I poked my tongue out, licking up his length from base to top, all the while Frank couldn't stop moaning and groaning. Once I got to the tip, I swiped over the slit, gathering pre-cum in my mouth. It didn't taste as bad as I expected it too. It was just very salty. Nonetheless, I apprehensively, then took Frank's dick into my mouth, observing the strange texture and skin, I'd never tasted before. It was strange to be honest, but it wasn't bad. Especially when Frank was making the noises he was, when I began bobbing my head up and down. I tried my best to imitate what Frank had done to me the other week, swiping my tongue around, going deeper and deeper, until I felt like I was going to gag. Frank reached down, threading his fingers into my hair, but only keeping them resting into my hair. He never forced me down or anything like that. I think he just wanted to touch me. At one point however, he did accidentally thrust his hips up, making his dick hit the back of my throat and I did gag then.

“Oh God, I'm sorry.” Frank whined, massaging and digging his nails into my scalp. I groaned around him, making him moan too.

“I'm so close, Gee.” He tried to warn, tapping my shoulder.

I didn't move though. I wanted Frank to cum into my mouth. Frank swallowed for me, and I had read in a book once, that if you really like or love someone; you swallow. I don't know if that's actually true, but I wanted to nonetheless. Grabbing the base of his dick, I went for it, flicking my tongue and groaning around his member. Frank moved, arching his back but kept his hips in place as he moaned deeply and shot his hot load down my throat. I instantly swallowed around him, working him through his orgasm like he had done for me. When Frank went limp and I could hear his panting for oxygen, I pulled off and climbed up to him. Immediately Frank grabbed my face, kissing me, obviously not caring if he could taste himself on me or not.

“God, Gee. I love you.” He panted. I kissed back firmly.

“I love you, too. So much.” I replied, resting my head on his chest, feeling him breathe in deeply and out shakily. Eventually, though his breathing did die down to normal as he stroked his fingers through my sweaty hair. I hummed feeling content in his arms.

“So did you have a good birthday?” I murmured, drawing circles on his bare chest.

“The best.” He answered, pecking the top on my head.

“And that was good?” I asked tentatively, implying the blowjob. Frank chuckled.

“The best.” He repeated, making me laugh too. After that we settled down, Frank flipping off the lights.

“Do you think my Mom will check on me?” I wondered cautiously. Frank sighed heavily.

“Probably...” He trailed off. Neither of us wanted to move or even grab our clothes. We just wanted to stay naked and cuddle until we fell asleep. “I guess we should at least put clothes on.” he finally concluded reluctantly.

“But I don't wanna.” I whined, rubbing my lips on Frank's chest. Frank chuckled lightly.

“I don't either. But I'm too tired to fight with your Mom and my Dad if they find us naked together in bed.” I cringed just at the though.

“Yeah. Okay.” I groaned, feeling Frank slip out from underneath me and pick up our discarded clothes. When he climbed back in, I could feel him wearing his briefs and tee-shirt. After getting under the covers, Frank helped me get my own underwear and shirt on.

“That's good enough.” Frank decided, gathering me back into his arms. It wasn't too long after that, though, when Frank and I fell asleep for good for the rest of the night.

Notes

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all have fun and are safe. So here's your treat from me to you ;)