Love Should Always Be Blind

Christmas day was one of the best I'd ever had despite not being with family. Frank made us cinnamon rolls for breakfast with mimosas and of course coffee, before I even woke up, waking me up with breakfast in bed. Of course, however before we could even give each other gifts, Mom called asking how I felt. I told her I was feeling much better, then in which she proceeded to offer picking me up for New Years. Subtly I waved off her offer, saying it would be too much of a hassle to drive all the way down to get me and drive all the way back up for only a few days. Plus I insisted that Frank was taking great care of me.

“I'm sure he is honey, I just hate the fact that you're spending Christmas all alone.” She cooed over the receiver.

“I'm not though. Frank's here.” I replied bluntly. Mom sighed.

“I know but that's not the same thing.” She reinforced. I had to suppress a heavy sigh of my own, that time, but instead rolled my eyes.

“I'm actually having fun. Frank made breakfast for us and everything. He's really trying to make it special since I got sick and everything. We're just going to hangout and watch Christmas specials. No biggy.” I tried to explain without telling her too much.

“He made you breakfast?” Mom repeated, her tone stern. Of course out of all that, she would zero in on that bit of information.

“Yes, Mom, he made us breakfast. So what? It's not like he laced it with drugs or anything. Just something nice to make the day special.” I half exasperated, half whined like a typical teenager in a nasally voice.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever.” Mom muttered. Mom never said whatever unless she was annoyed. She said whatever was a rude word to use; impolite and uneducated. I cringed the second I heard her use it.

“But we'll celebrate when you get back, though, wont we?” I chirped, attempting to change subjects smoothly.

“Of course we are! I feel terrible that you can't be here.” Mom insisted. I couldn't help but grin at how caring she was actually being, in her own weird Motherly way.

“Don't feel bad, ma. It's not your fault.” I consoled. Mom sighed again.

“Okay, I'll try. I love you baby. I'll call later.” She informed. Of course calling once on Christmas wasn't going to do it. Honestly I was surprised she wasn't forcing me to Skype them the whole day.

“I love you too.” I replied shortly but warmly.

“Alright, well pass the phone to Frank. David wants to wish him a Merry Christmas.” Mom quickly said, accompanied by the sound of ruffling around and static. Resting the phone on my chest, I called for Frank.

“What?” He wondered, his voice drifting closer into my bedroom, as he was in his own getting ready to give me my gift.

“You're Dad want's to wish you a Merry Christmas.” I explained. Frank groaned, his feet shuffling closer. Placing a warm hand on my shoulder, I held out my hand that held the phone. Franks fingers gently wrapped around the phone taking it from me.

“Hey Dad.” Frank faked cheerfully, once I assumed David got to the phone. I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious attempt to be nice if just for Christmas. Incidentally, though after not but a few minutes I could hear Franks end; his tone getting harder and harder, more and more frustrated.

“Yeah you too.” Frank monotonously replied back over to whatever David had said and then hung up. Sighing loudly Franks weight dipped on the bed next to me.

“That great of a conversation?” I murmured, feeling out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“He's so fucking fake. I try and be nice for one fucking day and he can't even just go along with it. I'd rather have him be over protective like your Mom then not give a shit. The only reason he acts like he gives a shit is to impress your Mom. I bet she had to force him to talk to me. You know when he dated that bitch who beat me, he was so fucking wrapped up in her that he didn't even notice. They dated for years, Gerard. Years! If I hadn't of told him, I bet he'd still be with that cunt.” Frank ranted getting more angry with each statement, I could practically taste his body tensing.

“Hey, hey. Frankie, calm down.” I tried to sooth, rubbing my hand on his shoulder all while leaning in to nuzzle my face into his neck. “Don't let him upset you. Don't let him ruin your holiday.” Frank wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my hair in reply.

“I know. He just gets me so mad.” Frank sighed, his tone defeated.

“Don't let him. It's his own fault that he's missing out on having a relationship with such a beautiful person like you.” I murmured against his skin, causing my words to muffle.

“God, Gee sometimes I feel like I could burst with just how much I love you.” He chuckled, stroking my hair. Pulling back I giggled too.

“Please don't burst. I can't have fun with you if you're in pieces.” I teased, pecking his lips

“I knew it. You just want me for my body.” He teased back. I rolled my eyes dramatically.

“You caught me.” I playfully confessed, throwing my hands up theatrically.

“Well then you're under arrest for posing under false pretenses.” Frank growled, grabbing my wrist that were out in the open air without any self defense. Once clasping his fingers around my wrist he pinned me back on the bed, all while both of us couldn't help but giggle at our charade.

“Do you have any pleas?” Frank voice husked out low and in my ear, his legs straddling my waist. I shook my head stubbornly with a smirk.

“Then you must pay the consequences.” He warned seductively. I could feel him lower down into my face, both our breathing becoming labored and shallow. Hovering less than inches from my lips, I closed my eyes anticipating his mouth on mine. Goosebumps rose on my skin from his warm breath on my face. Without warning,however, Frank dove his fingers into my sides, tickling my ribs and causing me to gasp out fallowed by loud intense squeaking.

“Stop, stop!” I laughed uncontrollably, while Frank mercilessly continued to tickle my sides.

“Not until you pay the toll.” Frank giggled as well.

“I c-can't BREATHE!” I howled, “W-What do I have to d-do?” I managed to cough out from all the tickling and laughing.

“Defend yourself.” He bargained, after stilling his fingers. I was panting by then and so was Frank.

“Well your body has...other purposes.” I puffed out, my breath waving all over Frank's face. “If you went to pieces you couldn't hold me very well, now could you? Or we couldn't hold hands. Or we couldn't go out to eat, or listen to music. The body has many other purposes Frankie.” I cheekily offered as my 'defense'. Frank hummed in mock thought.

“I guess you do have a good argument there...I'll let it slid this time, but you're on probation.” Frank informed in a tone anything but serious, while peppering my face with kisses, “You'll just have to show me evidence of your defense and all these purposes you speak of.”

“I suppose I can deal with that.” I fake sighed, then giggled, breaking any facade I had managed to keep up. Frank laughed too, gathering me into his arms and rocking us for a moment.

“God, I really do love you Gee. I wish we could just live like this forever. Just the two of us; alone doing nothing.” Frank sighed dreamily. I sighed too, resting my head on his chest.

“I love you too. I really do.” I murmured, tracing my finger in circles over his shirt.

“Speaking of love. I've been dying to give you your Christmas gifts...” He hinted cheekily. I smirked, pecking his neck.

“Me too. Lets open gifts.” I offered, getting to my feet as did Frank.

Lacing our hands together, we made our way to Frank's room first. I would give him his gift after he gave me mine. We'd already discussed this arrangement. I tried to get him to let me give him his gift first but he wouldn't budge. He said he was the last to get a present from me, so it was my turn next. Which doesn't even count cause it was his birthday, and we were just going to turn around for me to give him another gift. Frank's logic was that was the idea. Then he was in line for giving me a gift next then. He can be so strange sometimes. But being the good boyfriend I am, I just agreed. For some reason, all this information ran through my head as I sat on Franks bed, waiting for him to gather the gifts he got me. From what I could hear, it sounded like Frank was rustling around in his closet.

“You know you don't have to hide the gifts. I can't see them anyways.” I joked airily.

“Ha-ha. You're a real comedian, Gee.” Frank scoffed over his shoulder.

“Thanks. I think I'm pretty funny, myself.” I sweetly replied, glad Frank could laugh with me about this kind of thing, when only a few months ago he'd get nervous and apologize. Frank just clucked his tongue at my answer, while I heard him stand up and walk towards me, then took a set next to me.

“Okay, I'm going to give you the gifts in a certain way.” Frank informed me. Giggling at how silly he is sometimes, I just nodded. Frank I could hear, opened a lid off something.

“So first, here.” He said, taking my hand and placing something inside, wrapping my fingers around the object. Cool glass touched my long fingers, round and large. “Smell it.” He informed me. Hesitantly I brought the object to my nose inhaling deeply. Instantly an overwhelming scent of brown sugar infiltrate mt nostrils.

“A candle?” I guessed curiously.

“Yes!” Frank confirmed excitedly, causing me to smile. “You said you love candles and I know you like those kinds of smells.”

“I love it.” I grinned, leaning forward and pecking his cheek.

“Alright, next item.” He announced, the sound of his fingers dipping into the box he'd hidden the presents, and rustling around.

“Here.” Frank said, repeating the action of placing the gift into my hand. That time my fingers encircled around a plastic bag.

“What is this?” I giggled in confusion.

“Let me.” Frank offered, taking the object from me. The sound of it being opened, crinkling and static filling my ears. Then his hand diving inside the plastic. Then some other tinfoil rustling noise.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed. Raising an eyebrow, I smirked but nonetheless closed my eyes and opened my mouth obediently. Not just a few seconds later I could taste a sweet chocolate begin to melt against my taste buds. Closing my mouth, I rolled over the candy inside my mouth. White chocolate and peppermint.

“Candies?” I smiled showing my teeth.

“Yeah, Kisses. White chocolate and-”

“Peppermint.” I finished smugly.

“I still can't believe you can fucking do stuff like that.” Frank replied in awe. I giggled again.

“Can I give you a real kiss?” I asked with innocence. Frank chuckled.

“Of course.” He answered, taking my face into his hands gently, and tenderly planting a soft kiss upon my lips.

“There's more, though.” Frank informed once we'd pulled away.

“More?” I repeated, feeling confused.

“Duh. I'm not going to just give you a candle and candy.” He tisked.

“Well I don't know. I'd be happy nonetheless.” I shrugged.

“Well, yes. There's more.” Frank told me, going into the box of gifts again. When he handed it to me that time I felt around, feeling an opening. Grazing my fingertips around I felt pages. Flipping them along against my face I could smell only that unmistakable scent of a book; papery and inviting

“A book?” I stated as a question.

“Yeah, it's Wonder. You've been saying how you wanted to read it, so I had Matt help me order you a braille one.” Frank explained faking nonchalance, like it was no big deal.

“Oh, Frankie. Thank you.” I grinned warmly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

“You're welcome.” Frank murmured, snuggling his face into my neck. “But I have one last gift to give.” he breathed against my skin.

“Still more?” I asked, my breath fanning his hair.

“Yeah, but just one more...Well technically two.” He rephrased, pulling out of my arms and back into the box. “Here.” Frank said simply, placing a plastic square into my clammy hands. Feeling the square around I couldn't quit make out what is was exactly.

“I...I don't know what it is?” I admitted, feeling shy and bowing my head. Frank lifted my chin up with two calloused fingers.

“Hey.” He gently coaxed, “That's okay.” I nodded, feeling my eyes sting with a coat of tears. Wrapping a strong protective arm around my waist, Frank kissed my temple.

“It's a CD, baby.” He offered in a whisper, moving his mouth to my ear.

“What kind of CD?” I sniffled while leaning my head on his shoulder.

“The new Panic! At The Disco CD; Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die.” Frank explained.

“And how is this two gifts?” I wondered thoughtfully, knitting my eyebrows together.

“Well...” Frank drawled out, reaching into his back pocket, “Here.” He finished thrusting paper into my hands. Flipping it over, it was two long rectangle pieces of paper.

“Tickets?” I guessed, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Yup.” He answered proudly

“What kind of tickets?” I mused, feeling still confused.

“Panic! At The Disco tickets to be exact.” Frank announced excitement evident in his voice. Still feeling stunned, I wasn't sure what to say.

“What are we going to do with them?”

“Go to their concert of course, silly.” Gaping like a fish at his reply, I was stunned for a few moments, while Frank patiently waited.

“A concert? B-but how?” I gasped out, “My Mom-”

“Don't worry about your Mom, Gee.” Frank cut me off, “We'll talk to her...like I mean it. Both of us will talk to her. And Matt and Sarah got tickets of their own too. So that should be easier to convince her. Oh! And one more thing.” Frank chirped, reaching back into the box, handing me a metal chain. Feeling around there was two metal circles at each end...Once I figured out what they were I couldn't help but stop my face flushing crimson.

“Handcuffs?” I squeaked out. Frank chuckled lowly in my ear causing a shiver to run through my body.

“Yeah, you know how I said I'd handcuff myself to you if I had to in order for your Mom to let you go to a concert. Just a precaution.” He replied smoothly.

“Oh.” Was all I could think to say.

“Mm hmm.” He hummed “But y'know... we could always put them to better use...”

“Frank!” I chocked out, making him giggle.

“Hey, just an offer.” I couldn't help but laugh, smacking his shoulder playfully.

“C'mon, Casanova. I have gifts for you too, then maybe I might just see about that offer.” I announced, getting to my feet and taking Frank's hand once he'd done the same. Quickly Frank lead us both to my bedroom. Opening the door with a creak, Frank took us inside, then flopped down onto my bed swiftly.

“Hey, hey! I said after I give you my gifts.” I chastised in a playing tone.

“Oh alright.” Frank sighed dramatically. I merely rolled my eyes, then felt along the bed. Bending down, with a pop of my knee caps, I reached my hands under the bed, feeling along for what I wanted. Once my fingertips brushed the gift, I grabbed onto it and stood up. Reveling the canvas, I placing in onto the bed, feeling suddenly nervous of Frank's reaction.

“So...um, yeah. I painted you a picture. I know it's not much and it's probably not that great...but you said before how much you like my paintings so I figured I'd make one especially for you as a Christmas gift.” I ranted out in a rush, tugging at my tee-shirt sleeve.

“Oh, Gee. I love it. I really do. It's beautiful.” He breathed, calming my nerves a bit.

“Really? You can be honest.” I insisted, my voice shaking.

“No, I really love it baby.” He reiterated, clasping a hand on my shoulder, to gently have me sit down on the bed next to him. “The colors and everything. I don't know much about art and technical stuff and all that, but this is breath taking.” I couldn't help but feel my checks warm up from all his praise. Frank didn't wait for a respond though, before placing his lips onto mine. Humming in delight, I kissed back.

“I don't care anyways. Your opinion means just as much as any professional artist.” I replied once we'd finally broken apart. I wondered if he'd realize I was quoting him back to when I told him he'd played a great gig, that first night I went out to listen to him play. I'd said almost the same thing he just said about not knowing much; just I said it about music. Frank chuckled lightly, leading me to believe he did in fact remember.

“I love you so much, you do know that?” Frank cooed, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“I do. And I love you too.” I smiled.

“So now that we've exchanged gifts” Frank began cheekily, making me smirk, “Can we have some fun?” I hummed in mock thought, tapping a finger to my chin.

“I suppose. Just because you've been so good.” I teased. Frank giggled, right before swooping in and smashing our mouths together.

*****

Panting while I lay naked beside Frank, I attempted at catching my breath. It was the third time we'd had sex that Christmas day. My whole body was still tingling from the orgasm I'd just experienced not even but a few minutes ago. I could then feel Frank shift off his back and onto his side, to face me.

“God, Gee. You honestly have no fucking clue what you do to me.” He breathed, still slightly out of breath. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“No, seriously! Just looking at you gets me hard. It's actually quit a problem...” He trailed off, pecking kisses around my chest and neck.

“Mmm. Frankie, stop. Even if I wanted to go again, I don't have the energy.” I pleaded in a whinny voice. His kisses were already starting a reaction in my chest, stomach, and groin.

“I can't help myself. I could just eat you up.” He sighed, then nipped at my neck for emphasis. I laughed again in the back of my throat, turning on my side as well to face Frank.

“I know the feeling.” I murmured, lifting my hand to caress his sharp jaw line. Frank hummed in content, raising his own hand to stroke my ribs. Leaning forward I rested my face on his strong bare chest, while moving my hand from his face to his pecs; where I lazily drew gentle circles.

“I love you baby. Why don't you rest and I'll make us dinner when you get up.” Frank suggested in a whisper.

“Don't leave.” I whimpered, pressing myself further into Frank.

“Not on your life, Gee baby.” He chuckled, giving me a sweet kiss on my forehead. I sighed then nodded in content letting much needed sleep take over my body, falling asleep in Frankie's arms.

When I woke up next, I was in fact alone, the sheets beside me cold. I would have almost been upset if I hadn't of smelt delicious cooking coming from downstairs. As if on reflex my stomach grumbled angrily due to its emptiness and lack of care. Sitting up in bed, I felt around by my night stand for my White Cane. I hadn't used it much lately, due to the fact of being glued to Frank's hip. Frank had become my eyes...Once I felt the cold metal come in contact with my fingertips, I got out of bed. Feeling around the floor with my cane for clothes for a minute, I finally found underwear. Slipping the clothing on quickly, I made my way downstairs with the help of my Cane. I didn't want to fall in my descendence.

Entering the kitchen after a moment of wondering, my nose was hit with the intoxicating aroma of ham and baked beans. Without thinking I moaned aloud in response to the sent.

“Hey, go back upstairs. You're still supposed to be sleeping.” Frank fluttered at hearing my noises. I grinned widely.

“And why is that? Because a certain someone promised not to leave me until I woke up?” I teased, not really mad.

“I'm sorry, but I was trying to make dinner and bring it up to you before you woke.” Frank sighed. I walked forward to the sound of his voice, then reached out to caress his cheek.

“Hey, I'm not mad. It's sweet.” I reassured. Frank grabbed my hand that was on his face, simply holding it in place.

“Okay.” He murmured, with a squeeze of his hand “Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me? It's just about done.”

“If you insist.” I hummed, pecking Frank's cheek, then left the room.

“And take off that underwear! I like you better naked!” Frank shouted once I got to the stairs. I chuckled under my breath and headed back up to my room, all while shaking my head. After I threw myself onto the bed, not but ten minutes later, I heard Frank's footsteps enter the room along with the wafting scent of dinner.

“Hey! I thought I told you to get that retched underwear off.” Was the first thing out of his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

“You're crazy.” I retaliated.

“Crazy 'bout that bod.” Frank snickered, taking a seat beside me.

“And you say I'm the one that only wants you for your body.” I counter with yet another rolling of my eyes.

“Fair enough.” Frank shrugs off, handing me a plate of delicious food. Gratefully taking it, I dig in without another word.

“Ugh.” I moan, after shoveling ham and beans into my mouth. “This is perfect.”

“See, it's not just my wonderful body that can make you moan.” Frank points out, causing me to blush and choke.

“Frankie, you're so crude.” I whine.

“I thought we already established this.” Frank pointed out calmly. I just shook my head.

“What are you eating by the way?” I wondered knowing Frank wasn't eating ham like me.

“Well I made you a ham steak and deviled eggs for myself. Then baked beans with ketchup, barbeque sauce, and fried onions...no bacon though, sorry.” He explained.

“It's fine. It's wonderful.” I softly interjected. “What else?”

“Potato salad and rolls. And apple pie for dessert.” Frank finished, the sound of food still in his mouth being shoved to the side.

“Sounds perfect.” I grinned around my own food. Typical teenage boys talking with their mouths full.

We ate our dinner, with Frank watching, me listening to The Grinch Who Stole Christmas on my laptop to get into a more of a holiday mood. All we'd practically done all day was open gifts and
have sex. Not that I was complaining. It was one of the best Christmas's ever, but it was nice to just cuddle up eating a special meal while watching classic Christmas movies. After the movie was over, Frank had already taken our dishes into the kitchen and came back with apple pie and coffee. Once that was consumed too, we set aside our dishes to the night stand, not wanting to bother with them.

“Ugh. I'm so full.” I groaned, after the movie had ended with the Grinch's heart growing and saving Christmas.

“Wanna work it off?” Frank teased suggestively.

“That was your plan all along wasn't it?” I accused in mock shock.

“Well I did warn you to take that damn underwear off didn't I?” Frank pointed out, now hovering over my face, propped up on his elbow. I giggled in response.

“I suppose now that I've slept and been fed, I can be taken out for a walk.” I sighed dramatically. Frank barked out a loud laugh.

“You say I'm crazy?” He stated in wonder.

“We're both crazy Frankie.” I replied simply.

“That's okay, that's why we're so perfect for each other anyways.” He smiled against my check, that he began to nuzzle into. “Now ready for some crazy sex?” He added in, causing me to double over with laughter. What a perfect Christmas day that was. What a perfect way to end it too.

Notes

My face cradle. Hope the picture shows properly. And I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving.