Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
Chapter 6: He with the wondrous fair
Gerard POV
The rubbing... the kissing.... It all had been to prove a point. I gawked at Frank now. He was looking up at me with love and adoration. Something I had only seen in movies.
"Frank... why would you even-"
My fingers in his hair. He leaned into my touch gently. It made my stomach flutter. I pulled him up to me. I looked into his eyes as he hovered above me; his body a respectful distance.
Respect. To a slut like me. Love to a human wreckage.
"Frank?" I whimpered."Yes?"
"I... I can't just yet... I'm sorry... it's too soon-"
"You don't have to apologize." He said softly. "Take your time."
He tried to get off me, but I held on to him.
"Kiss me again." I whispered, my voice thick with lust.
"Gerard...." he mumbled."Call me Gee."
I breathed.
Frank leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I whined softly at the loving contact, my arms snaking around his neck. Slowly, I lifted my head as Frank's lips began trailing down my neck. I let out a little 'uh' and Frank's kisses became more intense. Slowly, I trailed my hands down his body and to his ass. Then, I pressed him down onto me. He was hardening. I could feel it through the jeans. I took hold of his face and began to kiss his lips again, more forcefully this time.
"Gerard." He whispered. "You... have some feeling for me, right?"
I let go of him. My breath was quick.
"Gerard?"
I swallowed and fell back into the bed.
"I don't know."
He swallowed. I reached out to him and he jumped back.
"Frankie." I whimpered.
I felt a terrible need in my body. I was craving sex. And by the look in Frank's face, I could tell he knew.
"Let's go watch a movie." He said softly.
I jumped off the bed and followed him outside. He was clenching his fistfists.
Frank POV
I noticed the problem as soon as Gerard pulled me down to him.
Who knows how old he had been when his family forced him into prostitution. I could tell he couldn't help it; so I had to control my urges and do what was best for him.
And with his tiny body pressed against mine on the couch, it took all I had.
The rubbing... the kissing.... It all had been to prove a point. I gawked at Frank now. He was looking up at me with love and adoration. Something I had only seen in movies.
"Frank... why would you even-"
My fingers in his hair. He leaned into my touch gently. It made my stomach flutter. I pulled him up to me. I looked into his eyes as he hovered above me; his body a respectful distance.
Respect. To a slut like me. Love to a human wreckage.
"Frank?" I whimpered."Yes?"
"I... I can't just yet... I'm sorry... it's too soon-"
"You don't have to apologize." He said softly. "Take your time."
He tried to get off me, but I held on to him.
"Kiss me again." I whispered, my voice thick with lust.
"Gerard...." he mumbled."Call me Gee."
I breathed.
Frank leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I whined softly at the loving contact, my arms snaking around his neck. Slowly, I lifted my head as Frank's lips began trailing down my neck. I let out a little 'uh' and Frank's kisses became more intense. Slowly, I trailed my hands down his body and to his ass. Then, I pressed him down onto me. He was hardening. I could feel it through the jeans. I took hold of his face and began to kiss his lips again, more forcefully this time.
"Gerard." He whispered. "You... have some feeling for me, right?"
I let go of him. My breath was quick.
"Gerard?"
I swallowed and fell back into the bed.
"I don't know."
He swallowed. I reached out to him and he jumped back.
"Frankie." I whimpered.
I felt a terrible need in my body. I was craving sex. And by the look in Frank's face, I could tell he knew.
"Let's go watch a movie." He said softly.
I jumped off the bed and followed him outside. He was clenching his fistfists.
Frank POV
I noticed the problem as soon as Gerard pulled me down to him.
Who knows how old he had been when his family forced him into prostitution. I could tell he couldn't help it; so I had to control my urges and do what was best for him.
And with his tiny body pressed against mine on the couch, it took all I had.
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anti-frerard is in which fate does not want them to truly be happy together
1/19/17