*Frank's Point of View*
I felt a bit of jealousy boiling up in my stomach as I walked past Gerard and his new girlfriend, I think her name was Lyn-z. They were holding hands as the left art, which was where I was headed. I growled quietly and sat down in the front of the class, right in front of Ms. Lancaster's desk. I always sat right here.
Nobody really liked Ms. Lancaster, but she was actually my favorite teacher. She walked into class, almost late as usual, and smiled at me. She always went to get coffee before every class period. She waited for the rest of the students to filter in.
"How has your school day been going, Frankie? Has Darek been leaving you alone?" She asked me, sipping her coffee. I sighed quietly and shook my head. "Well, your face looks fine." She said leaning over and grabbing my cheeks, checking my neck for bruising.
She noticed the bruise on my collarbone, and the one on my shoulder that I thought I had done a good job hiding. "Well, yeah... its mostly around my ribs and on my back." I admitted. She sighed and let go of my face as the bell rang. "Class, lets begin!"
Ms. Lancaster was kind of like the mother I wish I had. She always checked up on me before class started. Today she was talking about color scheme. Our project was to paint a scene with various shades of red, grey, white, and black. This should be interesting, because I really loved painting scenes that looked like they've been pulled straight from a horror film. And I was good at it too.
I listened quietly to her talking, my chin rested on my hands which were folded on the table. She smiled at me, and then glanced at the clock. "Alright, start packing your stuff up class, school is almost over! Have a good weekend!" She said. The class smiled, and everyone started packing up. I didn't, because on Friday's I stayed back to help clean up.

I walked home alone, which was unusual, because I usually walked with Patrick, or Ray, or sometimes even Ryan. I admittedly had a bit of a crush on Ryan, but I think he was dating Brendon... I could be wrong though
I was about half way home when someone grabbed my shoulder. I spun around and found myself staring at the chest of one Darek Lathum. I took a step back, but then I was pushed forward by one of his stupid friends, I think his name was like Greg... or Grey. Yeah, his name was Grey, or Greyson.
I fell forward, and Darek stepped out of the way, causing me to fall flat on my face. Someone kicked me in the ribs, and I groaned, rolling, my back arching as I tensed up on my side, then fell on my back.
Another of Darek's friend, Brent was looming over me, and he stomped my stomach, then crouched, straddling me, and beginning to throw punches at my face. Darek and Greyson kicked at my ribs.
Then he was yanked away by his hair, and I saw a skinny leg crash into Brent's nose, then his hair was released, and he fell onto his back. I tried to focus my eyes, and I saw Ryan. He was now going after Darek, his teeth sunken into the more muscular boys arm. Darek was screeching like a cat. Grey yanked Ryan away, and then got kicked in the stomach. Darek ran off, and Ryan growled as Brent tried to get to his feet.
Ryan hoisted me to my feet, and I doubled over, groaning in pain. Ryan's lips were pressed into a frown as he tried to get me to stand up straight. "Lift your shirt up, let me see your stomach." He said.
I gingerly straightened out, and lifted my shirt. Red marks were already starting to flower where Darek had kicked me in the ribs, and I could tell there would be a bruise on my stomach. Ryan frowned even more, and took my hand. "Lets go back to my house."
Ryan actually lived right across the street from where I had encountered Darek, Grey, and Brent, which explains why he was there in a heart beat. No one was home when we walked inside, and he mentioned that his aunt Lilia, who he lived with sense his parents had kicked him out, worked late.
"Do you wanna watch shitty horror movies and order pizza?" He inquired, helping me sit down on the couch. I nodded, and smiled. "I'd love to." I said, and he grabbed the phone off of the coffee table. "What do you want on the pizza?" He asked me, sitting next to me, and kicking his shoes off. He then turned, and swung his legs up on the couch, one falling behind me, and the other resting on my lap. "Cheese." I said. He dialed the phone, and then beckoned me over. I cautiously turned so I was leaning against him.
"Hi, I'd like to order a large cheese pizza." He said into the phone after a moment. He paused, and then continued talking, telling the person on the other end his address, then hung up. After he placed the phone on the table, he grabbed the remote, turning on the tv.
"Go choose a movie." He said, his fingers tracing the tattoo on the back of my neck. I felt myself blush, and then I stood up. I wandered over to select a movie. I grabbed "The Breakfast Club" and popped it in the dvd player before making my way back to the couch. I sat down back between Ryan's legs, and leaned back against him.
He played the movie, then he wrapped his arms around my stomach, being careful of my bruise, and tugged me gently up onto his lap.
Wow.
Thirty minutes later someone knocked on the door. Ryan picked me up, then set me back on the couch. He went to get the door, swinging it open. He payed for the pizza, and sat back down, pulling me back onto his lap.
I snuggled up into him comfortably, and we ate pizza. He would occasionally feed me a bite. I was enjoying myself, and I forgot about the pain in my stomach, face, and ribs. I liked Ryan's company.
I watched Alison on the tv. She was currently saying my favorite line in the entire movie. "When you grow up, your heart dies."
When I had first seen this movie, I had decided that I would never grow up, only get older. I felt movement, and noticed that Ryan's hands were hovering just over the buckle on my belt. My face turned bright red, as his pale fingers rested just above my crotch.
"Hold still." I felt his breath against my neck, and my face went even more red. He began to fiddle with my belt buckle, undoing it quickly. "W-what are you doing?" I said squirming a little bit, then I felt his lips against my jaw.
Oh god, what was happening?
I turned my body a little so I was facing Ryan half way. He kissed me. Not the typical kisses he used to surprise me, but one with a little more heat. I turned the rest of the way so that I was on my knees, facing Ryan. I felt him smirk against my lips, then his tongue ran across my bottom lip.
I parted my lips slightly, and he thrust his tongue in my mouth. I blushed even harsher, if that was even possible, and moaned slightly as his tongue ran across the roof of my mouth, then entangled in mine.
He slid my belt off, and tossed it on the floor, before pushing my shoulders, causing me to fall backwards on his couch. He was straddling me now, staring down at me, and smirk creasing his lips. "You like me, don't you, Frankie?" He asked, his arms folding across his his chest, his eyes glittering.
I nodded, blushing harshly.
"You know I'm dating Brendon, don't you, Frankie?" He inquired.
I nodded again.
"So you know that you can't tell anyone about what I'm about to do, don't you, Frankie?" He asked, his finger trailing down my chest.
I stared up at him with wide eyes, not knowing whether I should protest, or let whatever happens, happen.
Apparently I didn't get to decide, because he was kissing me against before I could speak. Then he rolled off of me, getting to his feet. "Come upstairs with me." He invited, his face was a bit red as well.
I stood up after him, and he grabbed my wrist. He dragged me up the stairs, and pushed me gently through his bedroom door, shutting it behind him, then locking it. "Do you promise to keep quiet about this?" He questioned.
I nodded, and then I was on the bed.
Ryan had tackled me to the bed, his lips were attached to my neck. For some reason he knew all the right placed to get me going. He attacked my collar bone with kisses, and gently bites. I'm pretty sure that he left a few hickeys on my neck.
I squirmed and moaned underneath him, and that was enough to make him hard, because I could feel his erection against my leg.
He then rolled off of me, and grabbed my ankles, yanking me gently, so that my legs dangled off the bed. "Sit up." He ordered, and I did as told. He quickly undid my button, and then pulled down my zipper. He proceeded to yank my jeans off, pulling them down around my ankles, and smirking.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and admired the tent in my boxers for a moment. "These..." He said, his fingers tracing along my hips for a moment, before gripping the elastic waistline of my boxers, "Need to go!" Then he pulled them off, and I felt like my cheeks were on fire.
"Wow." He whistled. He said that just to make me squirm, and when I did, he giggled, "My god, you are soooo cute." He purred before dipping his head down.
I tensed a little as I felt his hot breath wash over the head of my erection. "Are you a virgin, Frankie?" He asked, more so teased. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could he flicked his tongue out, running it across my head. I let out a little gasp, and squirmed more. He smirked.
He wrapped his mouth around my shaft, and I swear to god he had no gag reflex. He slowly took my entire length, which was rather impressive if I'm allowed to brag, and even if I'm not, I will anyways, in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the shaft as he went down, and I bit back a moan.
Ryan noticed, and he pulled back, "I wanna hear you." He said, a sly grin playing his lips. "C'mon. Don't be afraid to scream." He taunted. He then went back down, and I let out a whorishly loud moan.
Could you blame me? I'm not used to this!

*Ryan's Point of View*
As I went back down, I felt Frank buck his hips up a little, then he let out the sluttiest moan I've ever heard. It was hot, and every nose he made, caused my jeans to tighten. It was getting painful.
I pulled back for a moment so I could pull my own jeans off. They were constricting. I stood up, quickly writhing out of the dark purple pants. I saw Frank's eyes widen when he saw the tent in my own boxers, and smirked.
Frank had decent length, but so did I, maybe even more decent then his. I could tell he was nervous about it.
I top. Always. It was evident in my personality, and Frank was probably aware of this.
I dropped back to my knees, my carpet was plushy so it didn't hurt, and put my mouth back on Frank's erection.
I picked up pace as I continued, and his moaning got louder, and more desperate, it was starting to turn into whining, and it was making me even harder, if that was even physically possible.
I squeaked out in surprise as he bucked his hips up, practically screaming. He came in my mouth, and there was a lot of it. I swallowed a good portion of it, but some of it trickled down my chin.
"That's kind of hot." Frank breathed.
I smirked, and ran my tongue over my lips, then wiped my chin.
"My turn!" I chirped, pushing him back onto the bed. He scooted backwards so that he was fully on the bed, and I climbed over to him, kissing him before tugging at his shirt. He got the memo, and soon his Metallica tee-shirt was on the ground along with his jeans, and his boxers. My jeans were also somewhere on my floor.
His fingers were tugging at the hem of my shirt now. I pulled it off and tossed it on the ground. He stared at me, admiring my body. I grinned at him before straddling him. I pushed three of my fingers into his mouth, and he got this really confused look. "Saliva." I said simply, then I felt his tongue swirling around the digits.
I pulled them from his mouth once I was satisfied with the amount of saliva that now coated my hand and moved them down to his inner thigh. I used one finger to start with, prodding his entrance with the single digit. I felt him tense, and I smirked. I pushed my finger in and he gasped. I slowly began to move my wrist and he began to moan more.
I pulled my hand away, and he whimpered from the loss of contact. I replaced my hand using two digits this time, and he cringed for a second before relaxing. I thrust my finger again, scissoring them a little. He was panting at this point.
I then added the third digit, he was moaning really loudly, and it was incredibly hot. "Holy shit..." He panted, "Please, Ryan." He was begging now? "Tell me what you want, Frankie." I teased him as he pushed against my hand. "Ryan, stop being a tease and fuck me." He said with a little gasp. I laughed and nodded, "Alright, alright." I pulled my hand away, wiping the remaining saliva on my covers, then I spit into my palm, and gave my shaft a few strokes, applying my spit as generously as possible, seeing as I didn't have lube.
"You ready?" I asked, positioning myself between his legs. He nodded vigorously, his eyes were full of lust, and his pupils were dilated. He was also biting his lip which was kind of driving me crazy. I slowly began to push in. "Fuuuck..." I gasped. He was reeaally tight. His body tensed, but I went a little further in, then I paused, letting him adjust to my size. After a moment he started kind of pushing his hips against me, and I took that as a go ahead.
I pushed the rest of the way in, and he moaned loudly. I was biting back my moans.
I began to thrust, slowly at first, but he began to whimper and I stopped, "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded, "Y-you don't have to be so gentle." He prompted me. I smirked, "Do you like it rough, Frankie?" I teased. He pouted, and moved his hands to my hair, pulling me down to kiss him. When our lips met, I began to thrust again, this time hard, and picking up a fast pace. He broke the kiss to throw his head back, moaning whorishly loud.
He practically screamed when I hit his prostate. I smirked, and kept pushing into his prostate repeatedly. He kept screaming in pleasure. I removed on of my hands from beside his head, and wrapped it around his shaft, beginning to jerk him. He got louder, if that was possible. "R-ryan!" He arched his back and that pushed me over the edge. He came in my hand, and I thrust deep into him, coming myself.
I shakily held myself above him, trying to hold myself up. Sweat coated my neck, chest, and forehead. He was sweating pretty heavily too. I collapsed on him, and he wrapped his arms around me. "Well this escalated rather quickly." He said in a breathy voice. I nodded against his shoulder before rolling away. "I'll go get a towel so we can clean up." I said.
"Or we could take a shower." He said, catching my shoulder as I began to sit up. I turned to him, and he smiled innocently, giving me puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, alright." I said, nodding. We both stood up, and he winced, gripping his stomach. A bruise was starting to form where Brent had stomped on him.
"I'll get you an icepack after we shower." I said, picking up my phone.
I had six missed calls from Brendon, and one text.
To: Ryan
From: Boo <3
Message: Are you home? I knocked,and I've been waiting outside for like ten minutes. You said we'd hang out today!
Well shit. I quickly texted him back.
To: Boo <3
From: Ryan
Message: I'm so sorry. I must have fallen asleep after my shower. How about we go skating tomorrow so I can make it up to you?
He responded rather quickly.
To: Ryan
From: Boo <3
Message: Alright, promise? *puppy dog eyes* I love you Ryan <3
I smiled, and texted back.
To: Boo <3
From: Ryan
Message: Promise! I love you too, Brendon. I'll text you in a few minutes, I'm going to make some food.
I then tossed my phone on the bed, and Frank looked at me in a worried manner, "Brendon?" He asked. I nodded, "It's fine though." I assured him, before leading him to the bathroom, and starting the shower.
We took a shower, and he had obviously gotten a little more confident because we made out for about ten minutes under the hot spray, and he lead the kiss.
"So, we should do this again sometime." I said, drying my hair off in front of the mirror. He blushed and looked at me, "What about Brendon?" He asked. I tilted his chin upwards, and kissed him softly, "He wont find out. I promise."

Notes

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