Sing It Out

"Frank what did I-" she tried. 
"No! Mom, there's something wrong with Gerard and I need to help." 
"But could you get him to his house?" she asked. What?
"No mom! This was the closest place."
I didn't even bother waiting for a reply before running upstairs with Gerard in my arms with tears blurring my vision as I kicked open the door and laid him on my bed. 
"Gerard you need to calm down please."
"I-I-I can't breath help f-f," I placed a finger on my own lips. 
"Shush Gerard, what I need you to do is breath, breath with me okay, sit up and follow my lead. Okay, breath in-" I inhaled deeply and held as he tried to do the same. He managed to luckily. 
"And out-" as we did just that

After a few minutes doing this it seemed as if it had all got better and Gerard was making some form of process. 
"I love you Frank-" he said as he caught his breath. 
"I love you t-" I didn't finish as I noticed Gerard fall back suddenly. 
"Gerard!" and he fell on the floor. I rushed down to his side and checked his pulse.
It was still strong, thank god. He was unconscious though and I didn't know what I had to do. So I did the only thing I could think to do. 
"MOM!" I shouted at the top of my voice and to my surprise, she rushed in the room in less than ten seconds. 
"What's the matter Frank?!" she said. I didnt have to reply as she saw Gerard on the floor. She then did something that surprised me again. She rushed to his side and began to move him. 
"What are you doing?" 
"I'm putting him in the recovery position. It's the only thing you can do when someone's unconscious." she explained. 
"Oh." I simply said as tears finally started to fall down my face. She was actually helping him when I thought she'd just shut us out. How quickly things can change. She finished with Gerard and turned her head to me, raising from the floor and she ran over to hug me. 
"I'm so sorry, I left my baby boy on his own. I'm so sorry, I understand now please forgive me. I love you so much," she said between sobs. I pulled away and looked her in the eyes. 
"It's- it's okay I guess. Just please understand that I'm not leaving him." 
"I understand." she confirmed. I pulled away from her and sat by my raven haired boy. I stroked a strand of hair out of his face and placed my hand on his cheek. 
"Frankie, think he had a panic attack. I'm sorry, he should recover soon." 

After half an hour sitting by Gerard I got the first sign of life from him. I almost jumped out of my skin from excitement as I knelt, waiting for him. 
"F-Frankie?" he whispered. 
"I'm here babe, I've been here the whole time and I'm not leaving you." I assured him and he seemed to relax visibly. 
"Are we-" 
"We're at my house. Mom has understood our relationship and helped you even."
"Oh thank god. Frank, I love you so fucking much thank you for being here."
"I love you too, you're my everything. I promise to be there for you when you need me, I promise to hug you tight when you're lonely, I promise to keep you, not for the rest of my life but for the rest of yours because you are my everything. You are my love." 

We just sat there and enjoyed each others company for a while before we heard a knock at the door. I didn't move ask didn't want to disturb Gerard that was half asleep. Mom entered the room. 
"Hey Frankie. Is Gerard staying the night? I just need to know if you want food and stuff?" 
"Oh erh, yeah he can. That would be great. Thanks mom!" I smiled at her. My first genuine smile today. She smiled at me back and exited the room. 
I felt a smlight stir underneath me as Gerard looked up at me. I stroked his face delicately. 
"Thank you Frankie." 
"You don't need to thank me. It's what you do for someone you love." I explained. Instead of replying, he moved his hand under my shirt and traced his fingers lovingly up my back. It sent tingles all the way through my body and I loved it. It's funny how the touch of someone you love can make you feel like the most important, most valued person in the world. I leant into him and pressed my lips to his. There was something g different about this kiss. Something deeper, something more meaningful. He began to deepen the kiss and before I knew it, his tongue was asking enterence to my mouth. I obliged willingly without a second thought and I swear mini fireworks were flying through my mouth. 
His hand tugged viciously at my shirt and before I knew it, it was being pulled off and my bare chest was on show. His hand moved delicately yet experimentally up my body, touching softly and lovingly. I let out a soft moan and Gerard responded with a slight sly smile on his face. He was dominating this and I was not going down without a fight. I grabbed his shirt and pulled, which ripped in an instant which earned me a very surprised moan. I stared at his body in marvel. He was like art, delicate, intricate almost like fine china. He certainly wasn't treating me like fine china as he fumbled at my jeans. The gesture was intermate, extremely passionate and I made no attempt to stop him. 
Before long I was completely exposed in front of him. Nobody had ever seen me like this and it felt so natural. I didn't feel shy for the first time. I decided to make us on- equal levels- and began to fumble with his own jeans. He gasped at the equal amount of intimacy and in response, he picked me up and laid me on the bed. He didn't do anything at all, here we were, completely naked, completely exposed in front of each other and he was propped up on his elbows on top of me, looking at me straight in the eyes. 
"What's the matter my love?" I asked quietly. 
"I just wanted to look at my amazing, incredible, gorgeous man that I have in my life." 
"I love you," I whispered. 
"I love you too. And I can finally show you how much I love you." he said. 
And with that, he covered my body with his own. 

Notes

Well!

There we go. Here you go. That wasn't too bad *breaths heavily*