Teenagers
Time Flies When You're Having Fun
“Frank! Oh My God, Frank.” He’s standing on the other side of the road, leaning on his crappy, silver car. Dear God, have I missed him.
His face lights up like the fourth of July the second he lays eyes on me. My stomach stirs in excitement, and I can’t help but stand there and smile like an idiot, as I jump up and down in place. A few tears of joy roll down my cheeks, but I quickly wipe them away with the sleeve of my black hoodie.
After all the things I’ve been through this past week it’s amazing that things have come to this. This is perfection. I’d been planning and dreading a future without him, but now he’s here. He’s not leaving me. He might even love me.
I set off, sprinting in his direction. He welcomes me with open arms, pulling me close, in a warm, safe embrace. His strong arms hold me tightly and I hear a sigh of relief. It’s like he’s been holding his breath, expecting something to go wrong, but nothing has. I’ll never let anything happen to him.
The sun has gone down, and out here, in the middle of the street, our actions speak louder than words. I tighten my weak grip around him, holding him, forcing him as close as our bodies will let us. I never want to let him go, ever. No one will ever tear him away from me; I might die if I’m on my own again.
If my parents ever saw us….. Oh God… How would they react? Would my dad beat me?
Frank seems to understand my train of thought. “I’ll never let them hurt you, I promise.” he says, quiet enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. His breath is warm against my ear. “I’ll never let them hurt us.” These words put me at ease. They let my brain rest, if only a few seconds; because I know he means them. I know there is so much truth in them and that he’s not leaving me.
Frank is a little bit shorter than me, a few inches that is. Gerard recons I still have another growth spurt in me though. He thinks I’m going to be taller than both him and Frank, and that’s fine by me.
“Waddaya say to going home?” He says it like it’s my home as well. No matter what, it’ll probably feel like more of a home than the one we’re standing in front of at the moment. Mine.
I can’t focus on the road to Frankie’s apartment when I’m sitting next to such an amazing being. I can’t help but gaze, longingly at his perfect eyes, his mouth, his nose, the way his eyebrows curve so perfectly. He’s concentrating so intensely at the road that he doesn’t notice.
Everything about him is so beautiful. I just want to throw myself at him. I want to press my lips as hard as I can to his and I want to eliminate any space left between the two of us. I want to taste him again. I want to kiss his neck and hear him moan and whimper. I want to tease him, and make him want me. I just want to do so many bad things to him. Things that if you asked me a year ago, I’d never think I’d want to do to anyone.
The ride to his house is shorter than expected. It takes about 10 minutes or so. He pulls into the dark parking garage, and we get out of the car, sauntering up the old, narrow staircase that leads past the other apartments, ending up outside of the door to his small but nice loft.
On our way up we talk openly about our past week. He remembers to tell me that it was all worth it. This makes me smile. This means that I’m worth it.I’m worth getting in a big fist fight with your drunk of a father over. I’mworth being verbally abused by your mother as well.
We stop in the middle of the stairs as he says this; I lean in and peck his cheek as I blush. He sends a comforting smile in my direction, and we climb on.
The loft is small. It’s probably old as well, but it does feel like a home. It’s nice. It’s nothing like Gerard’s house, but it’s nice. Really nice. Frank looks at me nervously the second we step through the door. “Waddaya think?” He lifts himself up onto his toes and rocks back down.
“It’s really ni-“ I don’t get to finish my sentence before his tongue is in my mouth. Hungrily, he throws himself at me. We stumble around the apartment, lips never parting, tripping over furniture and pulling each other in. Eventually we make our way to the couch where we lay down. This is the best grand tour of the apartment I can possibly imagine.
I can feel every heaving breath in Frank’s boney body as he lies on top of me, squishing me into the couch, pinning me down. My position is quite uncomfortable, seeing as my neck is at an unnatural angle, but I don’t really care.
I pull myself towards him as far as I can, until we’re skin tight, no air separating our bodies. Our lips move in sync, mirroring one and other’s movements as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. Frank violently grabs my arms in his hands, making it impossible for me to move them. He starts to carefully bite my lower lip and moves on to my neck playfully nipping at it. I yelp in excitement. He quickly removes his shirt, throwing it to the other end of the room; He then, without a minute to spare, tugs mine over my head as well. I’ve never seen him so desperate.
He sits up, mischievous smile spread across his face. “I’m gonna make you beg.” His eyes glimmer with excitement, and my stomach tickles. He's such a fucking tease.
He then leans down, placing his moist lips on my jawline. He softly kisses my neck and slowly makes his way down to my chest where he brushes his fingers along my ribs, sending shivers down my spine. His lip ring is cold against my skin. It feels damn good. He giggles teasingly as I feel my pants awkwardly tighten.
“Frank..” I whimper. He then brings his hand to my crotch, where he rubs harshly. I cringe at a soothing kind of pain that forms. With my free hand, I take a hold of his hair, and greedily force his lips to mine once again. He frees my other hand and traces his fingers up and down my whole body making me moan into his mouth. He starts to rub faster. “Fuck Frank!” I cry.
He suddenly gets up. “Wow. Look at the time!” He exclaims, looking at a clock on the wall. I loathe that clock at the moment. I want to stomp on it and crush it to bits. Is he seriously just going to leave me like this? Stiff and starving for him?
“Frank, it’s only eleven. Please!” I beg, wearing the best puppy-dog expression I can manage.
“No, we've got school tomorrow. I’ve gotta get you home.” He glances teasingly at me through his shabby black hair that has now fallen in front of his face. I plead, but eventually he convinces me that it’s time to go. Time really flies when you’re having fun.
His face lights up like the fourth of July the second he lays eyes on me. My stomach stirs in excitement, and I can’t help but stand there and smile like an idiot, as I jump up and down in place. A few tears of joy roll down my cheeks, but I quickly wipe them away with the sleeve of my black hoodie.
After all the things I’ve been through this past week it’s amazing that things have come to this. This is perfection. I’d been planning and dreading a future without him, but now he’s here. He’s not leaving me. He might even love me.
I set off, sprinting in his direction. He welcomes me with open arms, pulling me close, in a warm, safe embrace. His strong arms hold me tightly and I hear a sigh of relief. It’s like he’s been holding his breath, expecting something to go wrong, but nothing has. I’ll never let anything happen to him.
The sun has gone down, and out here, in the middle of the street, our actions speak louder than words. I tighten my weak grip around him, holding him, forcing him as close as our bodies will let us. I never want to let him go, ever. No one will ever tear him away from me; I might die if I’m on my own again.
If my parents ever saw us….. Oh God… How would they react? Would my dad beat me?
Frank seems to understand my train of thought. “I’ll never let them hurt you, I promise.” he says, quiet enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. His breath is warm against my ear. “I’ll never let them hurt us.” These words put me at ease. They let my brain rest, if only a few seconds; because I know he means them. I know there is so much truth in them and that he’s not leaving me.
Frank is a little bit shorter than me, a few inches that is. Gerard recons I still have another growth spurt in me though. He thinks I’m going to be taller than both him and Frank, and that’s fine by me.
“Waddaya say to going home?” He says it like it’s my home as well. No matter what, it’ll probably feel like more of a home than the one we’re standing in front of at the moment. Mine.
I can’t focus on the road to Frankie’s apartment when I’m sitting next to such an amazing being. I can’t help but gaze, longingly at his perfect eyes, his mouth, his nose, the way his eyebrows curve so perfectly. He’s concentrating so intensely at the road that he doesn’t notice.
Everything about him is so beautiful. I just want to throw myself at him. I want to press my lips as hard as I can to his and I want to eliminate any space left between the two of us. I want to taste him again. I want to kiss his neck and hear him moan and whimper. I want to tease him, and make him want me. I just want to do so many bad things to him. Things that if you asked me a year ago, I’d never think I’d want to do to anyone.
The ride to his house is shorter than expected. It takes about 10 minutes or so. He pulls into the dark parking garage, and we get out of the car, sauntering up the old, narrow staircase that leads past the other apartments, ending up outside of the door to his small but nice loft.
On our way up we talk openly about our past week. He remembers to tell me that it was all worth it. This makes me smile. This means that I’m worth it.I’m worth getting in a big fist fight with your drunk of a father over. I’mworth being verbally abused by your mother as well.
We stop in the middle of the stairs as he says this; I lean in and peck his cheek as I blush. He sends a comforting smile in my direction, and we climb on.
The loft is small. It’s probably old as well, but it does feel like a home. It’s nice. It’s nothing like Gerard’s house, but it’s nice. Really nice. Frank looks at me nervously the second we step through the door. “Waddaya think?” He lifts himself up onto his toes and rocks back down.
“It’s really ni-“ I don’t get to finish my sentence before his tongue is in my mouth. Hungrily, he throws himself at me. We stumble around the apartment, lips never parting, tripping over furniture and pulling each other in. Eventually we make our way to the couch where we lay down. This is the best grand tour of the apartment I can possibly imagine.
I can feel every heaving breath in Frank’s boney body as he lies on top of me, squishing me into the couch, pinning me down. My position is quite uncomfortable, seeing as my neck is at an unnatural angle, but I don’t really care.
I pull myself towards him as far as I can, until we’re skin tight, no air separating our bodies. Our lips move in sync, mirroring one and other’s movements as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. Frank violently grabs my arms in his hands, making it impossible for me to move them. He starts to carefully bite my lower lip and moves on to my neck playfully nipping at it. I yelp in excitement. He quickly removes his shirt, throwing it to the other end of the room; He then, without a minute to spare, tugs mine over my head as well. I’ve never seen him so desperate.
He sits up, mischievous smile spread across his face. “I’m gonna make you beg.” His eyes glimmer with excitement, and my stomach tickles. He's such a fucking tease.
He then leans down, placing his moist lips on my jawline. He softly kisses my neck and slowly makes his way down to my chest where he brushes his fingers along my ribs, sending shivers down my spine. His lip ring is cold against my skin. It feels damn good. He giggles teasingly as I feel my pants awkwardly tighten.
“Frank..” I whimper. He then brings his hand to my crotch, where he rubs harshly. I cringe at a soothing kind of pain that forms. With my free hand, I take a hold of his hair, and greedily force his lips to mine once again. He frees my other hand and traces his fingers up and down my whole body making me moan into his mouth. He starts to rub faster. “Fuck Frank!” I cry.
He suddenly gets up. “Wow. Look at the time!” He exclaims, looking at a clock on the wall. I loathe that clock at the moment. I want to stomp on it and crush it to bits. Is he seriously just going to leave me like this? Stiff and starving for him?
“Frank, it’s only eleven. Please!” I beg, wearing the best puppy-dog expression I can manage.
“No, we've got school tomorrow. I’ve gotta get you home.” He glances teasingly at me through his shabby black hair that has now fallen in front of his face. I plead, but eventually he convinces me that it’s time to go. Time really flies when you’re having fun.
11/2/13