Gerard POV

Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit....My head was spinning. I felt Frank pull me into his arms. So many things... so many things I wanted to ask him. To say to him.

I wanted to tell him... that I DID feel something for him. It was small, but in the corner of my heart... I felt something... warm and fuzzy.

Every time his thumb stroked my hand, my chest fluttered. When I kissed him... I felt human.

I heard him begin to sing softly. It relaxed me. I wanted to tell him what had happened the first time I had run away.

How, after we had sex, the man had called my father and he had come to get me. How father had beaten me so hard until I could hardly move. Then, about how he had drugged me. Every day after that, he would drug me until I couldn't do anything but have sex. How I would wake up in the middle of the night, full of pain and crying.

It was torture.

To drown the pain, I would take more pills and have more sex. I tired myself out so much, I slept through the whole night. Not soundly though. My sleep was full of terrible nightmares.

"Gerard?"I whimpered slightly and opened my eyes."You were crying." Frank said softly.He wiped the tears I hadn't known I was shedding.

I curled up into his chest.

"What's wrong, angel?"

My heart thumped harder. The feeling wasn't sexual... it was... fluffy... and sparkly... and....

"I... I'm sorry, Frankie." I whispered.

"It's okay."He kissed my forehead and began to rock me gently.

I buried my face into his shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes, coffee and aftershave.

"I Love You." Frank whispered. "I Love You so much."

My heart swelled at his words. I cried harder into his shoulder.

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Frank POV

I could feel his heart beating next to mine. It made tears spring to my eyes.

I had this perfect man... this... angel in my arms.... to take care of... to make happy... to fill my life with joy....

"I Love You." I whispered to him, my heart swelling."I Love You so much."

His crying intensified. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands searched for one of mine. Finally, he found it. His fingers were trembling. Slowly, I took delicate hold of his chin and lifted his eyes to mine. At seeing my face, he blushed into a deep crimson.

"You're so beautiful." I murmured. I kissed his lips delicately and his tears stopped flowing.

God, how I wanted to prove my love to him... but he was in a critical situation. If we did it now, he wouldn't feel a difference. It would all be sex to him. I wanted to show him Love.
I kissed his lips again. He whimpered softly. Dammit, those whimpers were going to be the end of me.

I focused my thoughts on the time I had seen that kid throw up in that theme park I went to last year. That kept me centered.I kissed him again. Softly. But that didn't soothe the fire in my chest.

"Frank." He said softly. "I feel fire... in my... chest."

Goodbye soggy roller coaster kid.I smiled softly and laid him on the bed. Then, I got respectfully close.

"It's called passion, my angel." I purred.

He let out a small groan."Dammit, Frankie... let's have sex.... You make me so horny...."

I kissed his lips. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me to him.

"Not until you're free from that addiction." I mumbled against his lips.Then, I pulled away. He groaned and turned away from me."Don't be like that, baby."

"It's just so hard. I'm CRAVING it, Frankie."

"I know...."

"What are you trying to prove anyways? Love is love and sex is just sex."

"I'm going to show you otherwise."He turned to me again. Confusion written on his face."How?"

"By making love to you."

He was silent. I saw a cute blush creep up his cheeks.

"Gerard?"

He looked up.

"Do you... want to call the police? On your father and brother, I mean."

Gerard paled

"No No! I can't.... they... they'd hurt us!"

I dropped the conversation. But I would be bringing this up later.

"Making love?" Gerard whispered. "How do you... make love?"

I smiled. "You'll know it when you feel it."

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