Broken but perfect

‘’Where do you want to go?’’ he asked as we walked away from the school

‘’We could go to my house.’’ I offered

‘’You should at least buy me dinner before inviting me to your place. It’s common sense’’ he smirked

‘’Oh fuck off.’’ I said blushing

‘’Yeah that’s cool. We can go to your place.’’

‘’Okay. Just so you know, I don’t want to fuck you or mess with you or anything.’’ I lied. I did. I mean, I was a fucking teenager. Fucking hormonal teenage boy. Gay teenage boy at that. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or anything so fucking him was off the table at the moment. ‘’I mean, you’re straight aren’t you?’’ I added

He laughed and looked at me ‘’Gerard. I’m wearing eyeliner and I know you saw my face when you touched me earlier.’’

‘’Yeah. Sorry about that.’’

‘’No. It’s okay. Honestly Gerard… you’re really hot.’’ I felt my cheeks turn insanely red, almost instantly. I was the only gay person I knew. Well, besides Brendon, and now Frank. The only difference between Brendon and I was Brendon wasn’t afraid to talk to guys to see if they’re gay. I was just pathetic.

‘’Shut up.’’ I said playfully. I wasn’t hot. I wasn’t even cute. I ran my fingers through my short, red hair and looked at him.

‘’You really are.’’ he said looking at me. He sighed and looked down at the ground and continued walking ‘’But you have a boyfriend so it doesn’t matter anyways.’’
I laughed harder than I should’ve when he said that ‘’I don’t have a boyfriend. No guy would ever think of me like that.’’

‘’But Brendon?’’ he looking up at me

‘’Brendon? No. I mean, he’s my friend, but he’s a man whore.’’

‘’Man whore?’’ he asked looking confused

‘’He lost his virginity when he was fourteen and he ‘s fucked a lot of guys. A man whore. And I’m still a fucking virgin.’’ It did piss me off. In my mind, I was hotter than Brendon. Then again, I was pathetic.

‘’Are you a virgin?’’ he said sounding surprised

‘’No, there was something with this guy Misha and I, but that’s it. Misha wasn’t exactly in his right mind. No guy in their right mind would have sex with me. ’’ Saying this, I noticed Franks face turn about five different shades of red.

‘’Oh.’’ he finally choked out, still red faced

‘’My house is right here.’’ I said as we turned the corner, my house was the first house on the corner. We walked up to the door, and I dug into my pocket and pulled out my key. I unlocked the door and moved out of the way. Frank walked by me and into the house. He sat down on the sofa like he had been here before. I sat down next to him and he looked at me and smiled.

‘’What?'' I asked smiling

‘’Thanks for saving me from getting my ass beat.’’ he said quietly. I looked at him, and our eyes met for the first time. I didn’t like a lot of peoples eyes but holy fuck, his eyes were gorgeous.

‘’No problem.’’ I finally choked out

‘’I fucking love your eyes Gerard.’’ he said staring into my hazel eyes. I swear he could read my mind because I was about to say the same to him.

‘’I love yours.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. He stopped a couple inches from my face and slowly started to pull away, but I didn’t want him to. I took my hand put it on the back of his head, pulled him in, and kissed him. His took one hand and put it on the back of my neck and the other on my thigh. Eventually, I pulled away and looked at him.

‘’Well then.’’ he said smiling and messing with his lip ring ‘’What were you saying earlier about not wanting to do anything.’’

‘’I meant sexually, but now I don’t know.’’ I said looking down at his hand that was still on my thigh, but was closer to my dick now. As I looked at his hand, he quickly pulled it away and put it in his lap.

‘’Sorry.’’ he said smiling a little

‘’It’s okay.’’ the words stumbled from my mouth. Part of me wanted to have sex with him right now, but refrained from doing anything I’d probably majorly regret. He got up and flinched in pain.

‘’Ow.’’ he whispered wrapping his arms around himself

‘’You okay?'' I asked standing up and looking down at him

‘’No. My chest hurt. Must’ve been from the fight.’’

‘’Oh.’’ I said, but thought back to the fight. They weren’t kicking or punching him in the ribs. ‘’Are you sure?’’ I asked confused

‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’Can I see?'' I asked stepping closer to him

‘’Uh, sure.’’ I walked towards him and put my hand on his shirt, and lifted it up. After the initial shock of how beautiful his abs were, I looked at his bruised chest. He was lying, the bruises were older than a day.

‘’No they’re not.’’ I said looking him in the eyes

‘’What?’’ he said raising his eyebrows at me

‘’These bruises aren’t new, they’re old. At least a week.’’

‘’H-how’d you know that?’’

‘’I’m openly gay at a school that pretty much hates gay people. I get beat up more than you’d think. I know how bruises and broken things work. So… where’d you get them?’’ He looked down at the ground and was hesitant to answer.

‘’M-my dad did it to me.’’ he said tearing up. I took my hand my hand a wiped away the tears on his cheek and falling from his eyes.

‘’Oh.’’ that’s all I could say. I knew how he felt, my mom was drunk a lot so I have a few marks and burns from her.

''Yeah. I still don't understand how you knew how old they were.'' he said and smiled.

''I'm just a fucking genius I guess.'' My phone then buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out and it was a text from Brendon.

So...you guys have detention. That's all. I'm coming over btw.

''What happened?'' Frank said sitting down

''We have detention.''
''Oh. That's all?'' he said putting his feet on the table across from the sofa

''Yeah. Brendon's on his way too.''

''Oh, cool.''

''You can watch something if you want. I have all the seasons of Archer and most of the South Park seasons.''

He laughed ''I fucking love Archer.''

I laughed back and smiled ''It's right there. Just put it in the DVD player.'' I said pointing to the shelf near the television. He got up and put it in and sat back down onto the sofa. He looked at me and patted the seat next to him.
''Come on.'' he said and smiled. I sat next him and he laid his head on my shoulder. I looked down at him and he winked at me then looked back at the television. I felt myself blushing like a motherfucker.

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