Love Should Always Be Blind

The next week was weird. Since Frank had only such little time to pack, he didn't come over after school like usual. And to add on top of that, Matt went over to Frank's house instead to help with the packing. Mom went too, but Sarah and I were instructed to stay home. Sarah only stayed home because of me though, I knew it. I couldn't go because how is a fucking blind person supposed to help pack a house they're unfamiliar with and with things they're unfamiliar with? Simple. They don't, they just get in the way.

Frank and I talked on the phone a lot though, even though when we did, he was usually exhausted from school and packing all day. I felt like I was annoying him, but whenever I said anything remotely implying such a thing, Frank immediately defended in saying he wanted me to talk to him. That he missed me. That he loved hearing my voice. That shut me up right away...or rather opened me up to talking. We talked about boring things that were surprisingly fascinating, like school and how packing was going, we even went as far as to talking about the damn weather.

To be honest I just wanted the moving to be over with so I could see Frank again. I wanted to kiss him again and breathe in his smell. I was beginning to feel home sick.
When the week finally ended I was ecstatic! The whole family was taking the weekend off to recharge, because on Monday they all had to start up again and move Frank and David in. That's why they chose to move in over Fall Break. But that was something to look forward to. As much as I do love Ray, I was happy to not have to do lessons and homework. Plus I was finally going to be able to see Frank and hangout with him for the weekend!

Once Ray had said his goodbyes for the break, I was practically bouncing in my seat, as I sat downstairs, in the living room waiting for Matt and Frank to walk through the door. Before they even walked through the door, I could heard their muffled chatter from outside. The moment the door flew open, however, I jumped to my feet.

“Gee! Calm down.” Matt laughed, while making his way into the house, but I ignored him. He got to see Frank all week.

“Gerard!” Frank exclaimed as I heard his feet run towards me, the grin in his voice as big as the one on my lips. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Frank captured me in a tight embrace, in which I slung my arms around his neck.

“Okay...well I'm going to my room.” Matt awkwardly said, the sounds of his feet pattering up the staircase. Frank pulled away holding me at arms length.

“I've missed you.” He started with a sigh.

“I missed you too.” I admitted, not able to remove the smile from my face.

“You want to go upstairs?” Frank asked. I nodded and he pecked my cheek then grabbed my hand in his, tugging me up towards my room. Once we got inside, I heard Frank fling himself onto my bed, patting the side next to him.

“So guess what?” He said, a knowing tone to his voice.

“What?” I asked, arching an eyebrow, as I climbed onto the bed beside him.

“Me and Matt talked to your Mom while we were packing the other day and we convinced her to let you guys come to my gig tomorrow. Remember the one I was telling you about last weekend?” Frank ranted off excitedly, but all I could do was sit there, my mouth hanging open in shock.

“How did you do that? Convince my Mom?” I wondered in bewilderment.

“Well, it helped that Matt was there. He promised your Mom he and Sarah would keep an eye on you. And I kinda guilt tripped her with saying how I wanted all of you guys there, since we were all getting along so well.” He explained, “So tomorrow night, my Dad and Susan are going out to dinner and a movie before we leave, that way your Mom doesn't have to think about you being out. Dad offered, that way she doesn't worry all night about you.”

“What? Are you serious?” I chirped aloud, letting the excitement of what Frank was telling me sink in.

“I'm dead serious, babe.” He laughed, “But just keep in on the DL. It was a bitch to convince your Mom. I don't want her backing out...” Frank trailed off.

“Of course! My lips are sealed.” I nodded frantically.

“Well I don't want your lips sealed all the way.” Frank lulled, his voice dropping an octave, making it go husky and smooth. I smiled but rolled my eyes, as I felt Franks weight lean over me on the bed, his lips capturing mine. I slipped my hands into his thick silky locks of hair, while Frank continued to mold his mouth around mine. Feeling his hands run up and down my spine, I couldn't help but shiver slightly. He was just as sweet and gentle as I remembered from a week ago. Just as careful and sexy. Out of nowhere, though, between our kissing, I felt Frank lick his tongue across my lower lip. Not expecting this nor not know what to do with this gesture, I pulled back with a little gasp.

“What was that?” I breathed, not mad but only surprised. Frank just chuckled at my innocence.

“You're supposed to open your mouth. I told you I was going to teach you how to french kiss.” He pointed out calmly.

“But I don't know how.” I cried, feeling suddenly nervous.

“That's why I'm going to show you.” He laughed, caressing my burning cheeks. “Here...first things first...lets take off your sunglasses. They get in the way.” he continued on, grabbing a hold of the arms of my sunglasses, pulling them away gently. Like usual I felt naked and exposed, but I tired my best to ignore it, telling myself Frank didn't care.

“Much better,” He murmured, stroking some of my hair out of my face. “Beautiful as ever...Okay so now,” he went on, grabbing both sides of my face. “When I run my tongue over your lips, open your mouth. Then I'm going to put my tongue in your mouth...just let it happen. Relax and go with your instinct.” Frank instructed and I nodded, wanting to laugh if I didn't feel so nervous. He was teaching me to kiss like someone would explain a step by step math problem.

Without any other talk, though, Frank pressed his lips to mine, doing what I already knew how to do; molding our mouth together, rapidly losing our breath. Then Frank, repeated his actions of running his tongue over my mouth and I did as he told me to do and opened my mouth. Slithering his tongue in threw my parted lips, I felt him almost massage his tongue against mine. I couldn't help but let out an embarrassing moan at the unique feeling. It was very sensual and new to me, it was weird and strange but I knew I liked it, nonetheless.

After a moment of processing what was happening, I felt comfortable in moving my own tongue against Franks. But only just a little testing the water. Not too long after, I needed to breathe, though, and pulled back. It was slobbery and slimy, as I pulled away, and I couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle.

“Sorry.” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with my shirt sleeve.

“No. It's okay.” Frank laughed, and from what I could heard it sounded like he was wiping his own mouth on his shirt fabric too. “My first french kiss was way worse. Trust me.” He confided, leaning in once more, but only giving me a slow yet sweet kiss with no tongue.

“It doesn't disgust you, that I don't know how?' I wondered, wanting to make sure, once Frank had pulled back.

“No, of course not, Gee.” He insisted, cupping my face with his hands. “I think it's cute actually.” I blushed, rolling my eyes. “It is!” He laughed, pecking a kiss to my nose. “C'mon, lets lay down and listen to some Static Age? Yeah?”

“Okay.” I nodded, Frank and I then laying on my bed facing each other. Frank shifted around for a moment, knowing where my Ipod was on my nightstand was and bringing it over to the bed. Sharing a headphone each, we listened to the Misfits Static Age album, just cuddling and kissing here and there. Nothing was forced, just simple and sweet after a long day and an even longer week of not being with each other. Every once in a while, Frank and I's kissing would advance into a few slips of the tongue, but it wasn't planned nor expected...it would just happen.

About half way through the album, however, I felt my eyes drooping closed, and found myself asleep with Frankie's hand in mine. Frank must have fallen asleep too, because the next thing I knew was the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. Not knowing who it was, I jerked my hand out of Frank's on instinct.

“Gerard? Frank?” Mom's voice grew as she made her way into my room. I could hear Frank shifting awake to my left, moaning and groaning. “What are you boys doing?” She wondered, sounding...angry?

“Mm. We were just listening to music.” I croaked out, my voice deep with sleep, “And we must have fallen asleep.”

“Oh...well. I bought a pizza for all of us, since we've been working hard on the moving. Why don't you guys come downstairs and eat.” She suggested. I nodded and with that the door closed.

“What time is it?” Frank groaned, scooting over across the bed to rest his head on my chest.

“You think I can look at the time and tell you.” I said sarcastically.

“Oh. Right...sorry.” He muttered shyly, but I just laughed.

“No, it's cool.” I replied, ducking my head down to peck his soft hair. “But c'mon. Let's go get some pizza.”

“But you're so comfy.” Frank whined, snuggling his head into my shirt. I chuckled, wrapping my arms across his waist and rested my head on top of his with a content sigh.

“My Mom's going to get mad...” I pointed out, although my voice held no trace of will to move from exactly where we were.

“I'd rather have you than pizza...and that's saying a lot.” Frank chuckled making me laugh too.

“Mm. Me too.” I agreed, snuggling my face into Frankie's hair. After but a few minutes though, Frank let out a heavy sigh, and lifted himself up, kissing my lips long and slow, before pulling only a few inches away from my face.

“I guess we better go get food, before your Mom gets suspicious.” He concluded, then proceeded to climb off the bed. I followed along, lowering my feet onto the floor.

“Sunglasses?” I asked, patting my hands around on the bed, trying to feel around for them.

“Oh, c'mon, Gee. Please just don't wear them once outside of your room. Pleeease?” Frank whined, drawing out his words in desperation. I sighed as heavily as I could muster.

“Frankie. Please, don't make me.” I tried, fumbling my hands around in my lap. Frank exhaled through his mouth, then I felt his weight dip in the bed beside me.

“Baby. Please.” He started, cupping my face with both of his hands, tilting it towards him,
“You're beautiful. I just want to see that pretty face more than just in your room. I know it makes you uncomfortable, but it doesn't make anyone else feel that way. I promise...I mean I can see if you just wanted to make everyone feel better about themselves by not showing your whole face....” Frank trialed off, obviously playing around, in which I couldn't help but feel the corners of my lips curve into a shy smile. I lifted my hands to hold his wrist.

“Frankie.” I sighed, not knowing what to say. Frank stroked his left thumb across my cheekbone making my eyes flutter shut.

“You're so beautiful, Gee, babe.” Frank hummed, leaning in to nuzzled his nose against my face, while he still held my cheeks. I smiled wider, letting my teeth peek through.

“Okay,” I caved with a puff of breath. “Only because I like you so much.” Frank, I could feel grinned against my skin.

“I like you a lot too.” He chirped, pecking my lips and grabbing my hand to help me off the bed.

We made our way downstairs, the smell of greasy delicious pizza already wafting through my nose. My stomach already began to twist into knots, as I heard the sound of everyone's voices in the kitchen grow closer and louder. I had never ever, since I went blind, willingly walked around without my sunglasses. God help me. Frank squeezed, my hand for reassurance, then let go as we were about to enter the kitchen. With my cheeks flaring up, I made a bee line to the counter, where I knew the pizza boxes were, thanks to my sense of smell.

“Glad to see you boys finally made it down.” Mom teased, my back to her.

Frank was standing next to me and nudged me a paper plate, in which I gratefully took and was sure to take my time in grabbing the greasy pizza. Once I had taken two slices I waited for Frank. No way I was going to sit down alone. Frank then nudged me again, that time with his shoulder to let me know he was done and we turned around to face the table together. By the time we took our seats my heart was hammering. All the loud chatter died away, and the table grew silent. Feeling my cheeks catch on fire, I could hardly lift my food let alone eat it.

“What's everyone staring for? Eat your damn food.” Frank barked, making me blush deeper. I tired to keep my eyes down, but I wasn't sure if I was doing it right. I could have been staring off into space for all I knew. I probably was. Mom coughed and I think Matt was the one chewing loudly.

“Gerard? Honey?” Mom asked. I internally groaned, wanting to disappear and both cursing Frank for ever talking me into this.

“Yeah?” I asked timidly, lifting my head a fraction.

“I think you look nice, honey. I can't remember the last time I got to see those eyes.” She murmured softly, reaching out to stroke the skin under my eyes tenderly. I knew it was her motherly way of encouraging me but I could only blush deeper, if that were even possible.

“Thanks, Mom.” I muttered, trying to nibble on my pizza. After that everyone settled back into their own conversation while me and Frank started one. Something about DC comics vs. Doom Patrol. I felt myself slowly easing into the fact that I had no shield. As much as I hated to admit it, reflecting back now on that night, I'm glad Frankie made me not wear my protective barrier sunglasses. If it weren't for him I think I would have been buried with those damn sunglasses on.

Notes

So if Frank ever did take Gerard to a concert, who should they see? Any suggestions?