Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours
Chapter Ten
Happy Birthday, Frankie; Part One
It’s been about a little over a month since… What we’re calling the “incident”. Frank checks the cabinets and fridge and little hiding spots when I’m working, if I’m not acting like “myself” he’ll either straight up ask me to smell my breathe or kiss me randomly. I prefer the kiss. He threw out all the alcohol after I calmed down. We haven’t fought since, though. I think the fight tore us both apart on the inside and we don’t want it to happen again. It brought memories back to Frank, and caused me to almost drink. It’s obvious we don’t need to fight. But this week, I plan on doing everything but that. Halloween is in two days, so that means Frankie is 18 in two days. This was supposed to be really special. It’s definitely still special; the only risk we ever had was his age, and that’s gonna be gone; but we were supposed to wait to have sex.
And that didn’t happen. Turns out, we’re two very horny men. We don’t fuck every day, but pretty much every other day. Sometimes we’ll go two days. Sometimes. Frankie bottoms every time. I’m still not quite ready to take that step. Because, to me, that’s the last step. That’s the big one. If you like a dick up your ass, then you’re probably gay; and there’s still that part of me that’s scared to be gay. I don’t know why. I’ve gotten a lot better. I’ll go out with Frank, hold his hand in front of people. I even told my parents last week. Guess how that went.
***** FLASHBACK *****
When me and Frankie showed up to my parent’s house, my mom opened the doors.
“Gerard, sweetie. Come in. You must be Frank. I’m Donna.” They side hug. “I’ve been dying to meet the man who stole my babies heart. Mikey told me about Lindsey. Uh, I really liked her.”
My jaw dropped. Did Mikey tell her?! He’s dead!
“Mom? Did… uh, Mikes…”
“Oh, no. One: I’m not stupid. You were way too nervous telling me Frank was coming. And Miss Mary, you’re old teacher, saw you out in town holding hands and called me.”
My jaw remained on the floor. My eyes wide. I looked over to Frank and he had a smug ass smirk on his face.
“Don’t worry, son.” My dad calls from the living room. “We love you. We love Mikey. We don’t care who you love.”
“The only thing I’m bummed about is the grandchildren thing. So, you or Michael better adopt!” I choked. On air.
************
Yeah, so that’s how that went. My parents are really awesome.
The next two days roll by like normal. Nothing special. I do get time away when Frank goes home to go out and buy his presents. The day is planned. We’re going to his mom’s for lunch. He insist that I go. Then I’m taking him back home, having my time with him, giving him his gifts, and Pete’s annual Halloween party. Fun Fact: For the past 2 Halloween parties of Pete’s were both also Frankie’s birthday parties and I had no idea. It’s insane how many times I have probably seen him and never noticed him. It makes me slightly sad, actually.
When we wake up, we shower together.
Gift number one to Frank: Blow job in the shower.
We get dressed and decide to just walk over to his apartment. It’s a really pretty fall day. But the entire walk, I’m a nervous wreck. I’m meeting his mom.
“Frank, what do I say if she ask my age?”
“She knows your age, baby.” (I still smile like an idiot when he calls me baby).
“What? And she’s okay with such a large age gap?”
“Momma’s always known I’ve hung around an older crowd. She wasn’t surprised. Just because I’m under age, doesn’t mean you’re taking advantage of me; and she knows that. Just chill. Okay?”
“Call me baby.” I command. Frank stops walking and pulls me to him with our conjoined hands. He reaches up to kiss me softly. Just a peck. When he pulls away he rest his face on my cheek.
“I love you, baby. Gerard, my baby. My mom will love you, baby.” ‘my baby’. Yeah. I like the sound of that.
I just hum in response. He rarely tells me he loves me; I know he says it’s okay, but it probably hurts when someone can’t say it back no matter if one party knows the other feels the same way. The sound of it is like music to my ears, and I wish I could say it back.
We continue walking until we’re stood in front of a door. I go to knock, but Frank just laughs and shakes his head, stopping my head and opening the door.
He walks in and calls out “Mum! I’m home. And I brought a long a random hobo!”
I fake a dramatic gasp at that. He just laughs and a woman comes running down the stairs singing.
“Happy birthday dumb ass! Happy birthday dumbass! Happy birthday dear dumbass! Happy birthday to you, dumbass!” She’s laughing the entire time, and Frank is swaying his arms laughing his head off. It’s a wonderful sight, I can’t help but to laugh, too.
“Thanks mom, feeling the love! But remember, you made this dumbass!”
“Oh, happy birthday, baby. And you are a dumbass, but like you said, you’re my dumbass.”
She hugs Frank, and he lets go of my hand to hug her back. She looks over at me and I offer her a smile. She lets go of her son, and saunters over to me and wraps her arms around me. I freeze for a moment, but eventually hug her back.
She releases me. “I’m Linda. You’re Gerard. I am so happy to finally meet you! Frank’s never been able to bring boys home. Why he waited two months, I have no fucking clue.” She shoots Frank a scowl. I giggle.
“Does he know, Frank?” she ask her son. He nods.
“Dad didn’t like the fact that I liked boys. I came out as bi at 13, and he got really mad and so, I told him that I lied for attention. He thinks I’m straight. Mom’s always known, though.”
My face falls from this. That’s horrible. “I’m sorry, baby.” I say to Frankie. He just smiles and shrugs.
“Okay, enough of this depressing shit! Let’s eat cake for lunch!” Linda runs off into the kitchen. I grab Frankie’s hand and squeeze it.
We walk to the kitchen together to see three large slices of chocolate cake sitting on the counter. Frank pulls me to the island, drops my hand and takes a fork to start to dig in. I just laugh.
We stay over for about an hour. Frank has 4 slices of cake. I don’t know where he puts it. Linda makes us coffee and we just sit at the island talking. She ask questions about me. Tells me stories of Frank’s childhood. It’s a good time. We’re about to leave when Linda calls to us.
“Oh, Frank. Drive back.” Linda says.
Frank looks at her, confused. “Mom, we walked.”
Instead of replying, Linda gets up and pulls something out of a drawer in the kitchen and throws it at Frank.
He doesn’t look at is much. It’s just a key. A car key.
“Mom, it’s right over there. I don’t need to take your car.” He finally looks down at it.
“Mom… Did you get a new car?”
“No. You did.” She smiles wide. So do it.
“Oh my fucking god, mom! You got me a car? Holy shit. Holy shit. Gerard, she got me a car!”
He runs over to his mom and picks her up. “I will pay you back every dime. Mom, I love you! I love you!”
“You won’t give me a dime. I won’t take it. You’re welcome, baby. You needed one when you start a job or whatever you choose to do with your life.”
He lets her go, grinning wide. “Now get out of here.” Linda says. “I’ll see you later.”
Frank hugs her again and offers her a few more ‘I love yous’ and ‘thank yous’. When we step outside. Frank pushes the button on the key, and looks up at the beeping car. It’s a small black Ford four door car. Nothing special. But it looks like Frank. If that’s possible. He runs to it, and follow him, walking. He goes to the passenger side and opens the door, waiting for me.
I laugh and curtsey. “Such a gentlemen.” Frank laughs and closes the door. Frank quickly gets in and looks around. His eyes reach the center console and he lifts it up. A bunch of CD’s are already in there along with a car charger for his phone.
“My mom put my favorites in there. God, she’s the best! Open the glove box!”
I obey, and when I do, 3 packs of Marlboros golds are exposed. I look at Frank “You smoke?” I ask. Frank knows I smoke, I smoke around him, but he’s never asked for one before.
“My mom made me quit until I turned 18. It made her feel better. So I did it to make her happy. I had a feeling she was gonna get me some. Open a pack will you?” I do as he ask, handing him one and getting on out for myself. I pull out my lighter and light mine up. I hand it to Frank but he just coughs and puts the cigarette in between teeth. He’s giving me a seductive look. Oh. I lean over and slowly light his cigarette. He smirks and rolls down the window. He cranks the car and lets out a yelp.
“Oh, she sounds so pretty!” He yells.
I just laugh. He’s so cute. We end up going for a 15 minute drive. Frank smokes cigarette after cigarette. He said “I missed smoking almost as much then I miss your dick in my ass when it’s been a few days.” I, of course, died of laughter. But I love how he didn’t even try to smoke when his mom asked him to stop. He loves her a lot. We don’t talk much. Just share a few jokes and play his Black Flag CD.
When we arrive back to my apartment I immediately run in. I’m still excited to give Frank his present even though it won’t come close to him getting a car. I go and take the envelope from the kitchen drawer and hold it out to Frank as I see him shutting the front door. He smiles and shakes his head.
“Gee, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I know. It’s nothing compared to a car, but I wanted too. I think you’ll like it.”
“If it’s from you, then I’ll love it.” He takes the envelope from me and kisses me on the lips for a few seconds.
My grin is huge as he opens it. He removes the card from the envelope reading the sappy love poem on it. He by passes the small gift card in the envelope and his eyes immediately go to my sloppy writing at the end of the poem. I wrote “Happy birthday, baby. I wish it didn’t take 18 years for me to find you. I love you. – Yours forever, Gee.”
I was able to write it, just fine, weird, I know, and I thought it might make him happy.
He looks up at me with a small tear in his eye. I move my hand to his cheek to catch it before it falls. He smiles and I kiss him.
“I love you, too.” He whispers. We stand there, watching each other for a moment until I break the silence.
“You’re forgetting something!”
He looks down at the envelope and and pulls out the gift card.
It’s 200 dollars to Rock City Tattoo and Piercings here in Belleville. His eyes light up after he reads it.
“Gee! Holy shit!” Frank exclaimed.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I can get my chest piece with this! Or my shoulder piece! Maybe even both! I can’t take this, this is a lot of money, Gerard.” He says.
“To bad it’s not refundable. And I hate needles.” I shrug.
Frankie then attacks my face. His tongue goes straight through my lips and starts fighting for dominance. The kiss is instantly heated.
When I try to pull away, Frank just pulls on my neck to reconnect our lips. We make out, standing in the kitchen, for about 10 minutes.
“Mmm, c’mon, Gee. I need to show you how much I appreciate your present. How about I let you feel me up?” He says, pulling away, and resting our foreheads together.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“Goddamnit, Gerard. Can we fuck please?”
I laugh at this. “I blew you like 3 hours ago.”
“Yeah, you did. And it was great. Thank you, baby.” He kisses my nose. “But now, it has me horny. C’mon. It’s my birthday. I fuck your mouth. You fuck my ass. Let’s get a system going.”
I grin and laugh again. I laugh until I’m almost on the floor. When he’s desperate, his blunt “dirty talk” is the funniest shit I step closer to Frankie and attach his lips to mine again.
It’s been about a little over a month since… What we’re calling the “incident”. Frank checks the cabinets and fridge and little hiding spots when I’m working, if I’m not acting like “myself” he’ll either straight up ask me to smell my breathe or kiss me randomly. I prefer the kiss. He threw out all the alcohol after I calmed down. We haven’t fought since, though. I think the fight tore us both apart on the inside and we don’t want it to happen again. It brought memories back to Frank, and caused me to almost drink. It’s obvious we don’t need to fight. But this week, I plan on doing everything but that. Halloween is in two days, so that means Frankie is 18 in two days. This was supposed to be really special. It’s definitely still special; the only risk we ever had was his age, and that’s gonna be gone; but we were supposed to wait to have sex.
And that didn’t happen. Turns out, we’re two very horny men. We don’t fuck every day, but pretty much every other day. Sometimes we’ll go two days. Sometimes. Frankie bottoms every time. I’m still not quite ready to take that step. Because, to me, that’s the last step. That’s the big one. If you like a dick up your ass, then you’re probably gay; and there’s still that part of me that’s scared to be gay. I don’t know why. I’ve gotten a lot better. I’ll go out with Frank, hold his hand in front of people. I even told my parents last week. Guess how that went.
***** FLASHBACK *****
When me and Frankie showed up to my parent’s house, my mom opened the doors.
“Gerard, sweetie. Come in. You must be Frank. I’m Donna.” They side hug. “I’ve been dying to meet the man who stole my babies heart. Mikey told me about Lindsey. Uh, I really liked her.”
My jaw dropped. Did Mikey tell her?! He’s dead!
“Mom? Did… uh, Mikes…”
“Oh, no. One: I’m not stupid. You were way too nervous telling me Frank was coming. And Miss Mary, you’re old teacher, saw you out in town holding hands and called me.”
My jaw remained on the floor. My eyes wide. I looked over to Frank and he had a smug ass smirk on his face.
“Don’t worry, son.” My dad calls from the living room. “We love you. We love Mikey. We don’t care who you love.”
“The only thing I’m bummed about is the grandchildren thing. So, you or Michael better adopt!” I choked. On air.
************
Yeah, so that’s how that went. My parents are really awesome.
The next two days roll by like normal. Nothing special. I do get time away when Frank goes home to go out and buy his presents. The day is planned. We’re going to his mom’s for lunch. He insist that I go. Then I’m taking him back home, having my time with him, giving him his gifts, and Pete’s annual Halloween party. Fun Fact: For the past 2 Halloween parties of Pete’s were both also Frankie’s birthday parties and I had no idea. It’s insane how many times I have probably seen him and never noticed him. It makes me slightly sad, actually.
When we wake up, we shower together.
Gift number one to Frank: Blow job in the shower.
We get dressed and decide to just walk over to his apartment. It’s a really pretty fall day. But the entire walk, I’m a nervous wreck. I’m meeting his mom.
“Frank, what do I say if she ask my age?”
“She knows your age, baby.” (I still smile like an idiot when he calls me baby).
“What? And she’s okay with such a large age gap?”
“Momma’s always known I’ve hung around an older crowd. She wasn’t surprised. Just because I’m under age, doesn’t mean you’re taking advantage of me; and she knows that. Just chill. Okay?”
“Call me baby.” I command. Frank stops walking and pulls me to him with our conjoined hands. He reaches up to kiss me softly. Just a peck. When he pulls away he rest his face on my cheek.
“I love you, baby. Gerard, my baby. My mom will love you, baby.” ‘my baby’. Yeah. I like the sound of that.
I just hum in response. He rarely tells me he loves me; I know he says it’s okay, but it probably hurts when someone can’t say it back no matter if one party knows the other feels the same way. The sound of it is like music to my ears, and I wish I could say it back.
We continue walking until we’re stood in front of a door. I go to knock, but Frank just laughs and shakes his head, stopping my head and opening the door.
He walks in and calls out “Mum! I’m home. And I brought a long a random hobo!”
I fake a dramatic gasp at that. He just laughs and a woman comes running down the stairs singing.
“Happy birthday dumb ass! Happy birthday dumbass! Happy birthday dear dumbass! Happy birthday to you, dumbass!” She’s laughing the entire time, and Frank is swaying his arms laughing his head off. It’s a wonderful sight, I can’t help but to laugh, too.
“Thanks mom, feeling the love! But remember, you made this dumbass!”
“Oh, happy birthday, baby. And you are a dumbass, but like you said, you’re my dumbass.”
She hugs Frank, and he lets go of my hand to hug her back. She looks over at me and I offer her a smile. She lets go of her son, and saunters over to me and wraps her arms around me. I freeze for a moment, but eventually hug her back.
She releases me. “I’m Linda. You’re Gerard. I am so happy to finally meet you! Frank’s never been able to bring boys home. Why he waited two months, I have no fucking clue.” She shoots Frank a scowl. I giggle.
“Does he know, Frank?” she ask her son. He nods.
“Dad didn’t like the fact that I liked boys. I came out as bi at 13, and he got really mad and so, I told him that I lied for attention. He thinks I’m straight. Mom’s always known, though.”
My face falls from this. That’s horrible. “I’m sorry, baby.” I say to Frankie. He just smiles and shrugs.
“Okay, enough of this depressing shit! Let’s eat cake for lunch!” Linda runs off into the kitchen. I grab Frankie’s hand and squeeze it.
We walk to the kitchen together to see three large slices of chocolate cake sitting on the counter. Frank pulls me to the island, drops my hand and takes a fork to start to dig in. I just laugh.
We stay over for about an hour. Frank has 4 slices of cake. I don’t know where he puts it. Linda makes us coffee and we just sit at the island talking. She ask questions about me. Tells me stories of Frank’s childhood. It’s a good time. We’re about to leave when Linda calls to us.
“Oh, Frank. Drive back.” Linda says.
Frank looks at her, confused. “Mom, we walked.”
Instead of replying, Linda gets up and pulls something out of a drawer in the kitchen and throws it at Frank.
He doesn’t look at is much. It’s just a key. A car key.
“Mom, it’s right over there. I don’t need to take your car.” He finally looks down at it.
“Mom… Did you get a new car?”
“No. You did.” She smiles wide. So do it.
“Oh my fucking god, mom! You got me a car? Holy shit. Holy shit. Gerard, she got me a car!”
He runs over to his mom and picks her up. “I will pay you back every dime. Mom, I love you! I love you!”
“You won’t give me a dime. I won’t take it. You’re welcome, baby. You needed one when you start a job or whatever you choose to do with your life.”
He lets her go, grinning wide. “Now get out of here.” Linda says. “I’ll see you later.”
Frank hugs her again and offers her a few more ‘I love yous’ and ‘thank yous’. When we step outside. Frank pushes the button on the key, and looks up at the beeping car. It’s a small black Ford four door car. Nothing special. But it looks like Frank. If that’s possible. He runs to it, and follow him, walking. He goes to the passenger side and opens the door, waiting for me.
I laugh and curtsey. “Such a gentlemen.” Frank laughs and closes the door. Frank quickly gets in and looks around. His eyes reach the center console and he lifts it up. A bunch of CD’s are already in there along with a car charger for his phone.
“My mom put my favorites in there. God, she’s the best! Open the glove box!”
I obey, and when I do, 3 packs of Marlboros golds are exposed. I look at Frank “You smoke?” I ask. Frank knows I smoke, I smoke around him, but he’s never asked for one before.
“My mom made me quit until I turned 18. It made her feel better. So I did it to make her happy. I had a feeling she was gonna get me some. Open a pack will you?” I do as he ask, handing him one and getting on out for myself. I pull out my lighter and light mine up. I hand it to Frank but he just coughs and puts the cigarette in between teeth. He’s giving me a seductive look. Oh. I lean over and slowly light his cigarette. He smirks and rolls down the window. He cranks the car and lets out a yelp.
“Oh, she sounds so pretty!” He yells.
I just laugh. He’s so cute. We end up going for a 15 minute drive. Frank smokes cigarette after cigarette. He said “I missed smoking almost as much then I miss your dick in my ass when it’s been a few days.” I, of course, died of laughter. But I love how he didn’t even try to smoke when his mom asked him to stop. He loves her a lot. We don’t talk much. Just share a few jokes and play his Black Flag CD.
When we arrive back to my apartment I immediately run in. I’m still excited to give Frank his present even though it won’t come close to him getting a car. I go and take the envelope from the kitchen drawer and hold it out to Frank as I see him shutting the front door. He smiles and shakes his head.
“Gee, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I know. It’s nothing compared to a car, but I wanted too. I think you’ll like it.”
“If it’s from you, then I’ll love it.” He takes the envelope from me and kisses me on the lips for a few seconds.
My grin is huge as he opens it. He removes the card from the envelope reading the sappy love poem on it. He by passes the small gift card in the envelope and his eyes immediately go to my sloppy writing at the end of the poem. I wrote “Happy birthday, baby. I wish it didn’t take 18 years for me to find you. I love you. – Yours forever, Gee.”
I was able to write it, just fine, weird, I know, and I thought it might make him happy.
He looks up at me with a small tear in his eye. I move my hand to his cheek to catch it before it falls. He smiles and I kiss him.
“I love you, too.” He whispers. We stand there, watching each other for a moment until I break the silence.
“You’re forgetting something!”
He looks down at the envelope and and pulls out the gift card.
It’s 200 dollars to Rock City Tattoo and Piercings here in Belleville. His eyes light up after he reads it.
“Gee! Holy shit!” Frank exclaimed.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? I can get my chest piece with this! Or my shoulder piece! Maybe even both! I can’t take this, this is a lot of money, Gerard.” He says.
“To bad it’s not refundable. And I hate needles.” I shrug.
Frankie then attacks my face. His tongue goes straight through my lips and starts fighting for dominance. The kiss is instantly heated.
When I try to pull away, Frank just pulls on my neck to reconnect our lips. We make out, standing in the kitchen, for about 10 minutes.
“Mmm, c’mon, Gee. I need to show you how much I appreciate your present. How about I let you feel me up?” He says, pulling away, and resting our foreheads together.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“Goddamnit, Gerard. Can we fuck please?”
I laugh at this. “I blew you like 3 hours ago.”
“Yeah, you did. And it was great. Thank you, baby.” He kisses my nose. “But now, it has me horny. C’mon. It’s my birthday. I fuck your mouth. You fuck my ass. Let’s get a system going.”
I grin and laugh again. I laugh until I’m almost on the floor. When he’s desperate, his blunt “dirty talk” is the funniest shit I step closer to Frankie and attach his lips to mine again.
Notes
Hey, guys! So I wrote this as a whole chapter and it ended up being 14 pages on word, so i'm splitting in two.
but fear not. I am posting the other half right after this.
Thanks for reading!
Late but that was a fucking amazing epilogue <3
6/24/17