Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

Frank and I end up moving to the couch when we sit down, I feel the need to pull him into my arms, but this time I don’t stop myself. After Frank sit’s down I pull on his shirt and his body falls on to my chest. His head resting on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his tiny frame.
“Talk to me, Gee. How do you feel right now?”
“Happy.” I look down at him to see him smiling.
“It might be because I’m tiny. Or I was there for you. You don’t know if you’re gay. You might not like dick, Gerard. We really need to talk about this. You need to talk about this.” He’s right.
“Well, what do I do?”
He sits up and stands up. “I’m not doing what you think I’m doing, okay?” He takes off his shirt quickly. My mouth waters. My jaw drops. My eyes widen. I look into his eyes.
“Well?”
“You’re beautiful, Frankie.” He smiles.
He sits back down next to me, but this time, he pulls me into a kiss. This is the second kiss. And it’s harder. He pulls back to quickly say, “I’m not trying to have sex with you. I’m getting you to test the waters.”
Before I can reply he goes back to kissing me, this time his tongue goes over my bottom lip and I allow him access. My hands run up and down his chest and stomach. He’s soft, but still muscular. His tongue fights with mine and I moan into his mouth. Frank starts to rub his thigh against my dick, and it twitches. I end the kiss and move my face to his neck, moaning into him at the friction he’s creating, and sucking on his neck, right over the scorpion. “Gee,” He moans softly. My dick twitches again, getting harder. He moves my face away, and looks down at the bulge in my pants.
I blush. I have an idea. Innocent. Even if I get the craving, I’m not fucking him until he’s 18. That’s the only problem we have and I’m gonna keep it from being one.
“Can I see it, Frankie?” I look down at his own bulge. It’s huge. My mouth waters again. Holy shit. I’m really into guys. Or at least into Frankie.
“Are you sure?” I nod quickly.
I watch his hand go down to his button, unbuttons it and unzips his pants. He sicks back on the sofa beside me and lifts his hips up to pull his pants down to the middle of his thighs. My breathe hitches in anticipation. He looks at me, his eyes searching for approval. I nod again. He pulls his boxers down slowly and his dick is exposed. It’s huge. Holy shit. My eyes widen. And Frank chuckles.
Before I can think, I reach over and wrap my hand around the base. What am I doing? Frank gasp loudly and I smirk. I start to stroke it up and down. Frank’s hand cover my own, stopping me but keeping it in place.
“Gee, if anything happens I wanna please you.”
“No, I’m gonna enjoy it if you do it, because a girl could do the same thing. I need to see if I enjoy doing it.” Frank just nods and relaxes his head back.
“Just do it like you’d do it to yourself. If you wanna stop, just stop.”
I nod again and start to stroke Frank slowly. I watch my hand and stare at the head, beginning to leak pre-cum. It’s turning me on. I start to stroke faster, and Frank let’s out breathy moans, turning me on even more. I can’t take it. I reach one hand down to my pants and quickly undo them, pulling my dick out and start to stroke myself, quickly. I speed up on Frank’s dick. He’s still letting out moans, and I start letting out my own.
“Oh, god, Gee baby, that’s so hot.” Franks moans out when he finally notices my member out.
I stroke both of ourselves for another few minutes before I feel the warmth in my stomach.
As if on cue. Franks moans out, “I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck.” And I watch as cum comes out his dick. Watching it hit my hand, and go all over his stomach. It sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, Frankie. Fuck.” I moan out almost screaming, cumming all over my hand and jeans.
I sit back on the couch panting and lean over to kiss Frank.
“You’re really good at that.” Frank pants out between kisses. He releases. “You yelled my name when you came.” He smirks.
“I know…”
“You liked doing that, didn’t you?” Frank ask me. And I answer truthfully, but I’m slightly scared of the truth.
“I did. Your moans turned me on too much. And watching you cum sent me over the edge.”
Frank smiles, “That does it for me too. I wasn’t gonna last much longer watching you touch yourself like that.”
I blush again. He stands up and pulls his boxers and pants back up. I do the same, but stay seated. After my pants are zipped Frank straddles my lap, with his knees bent. He grabs my face and kisses me gently.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” I blush, of course. I never blushed before. Why is Frank making me blush?
“That there’s a shirtless boy on my lap, and I don’t want him to move, or put his shirt back on.”
“Your wish is my command.” Frank laughs as he bury’s his head in my neck and wraps his arms around me.
“Frankie, I think I need to say it.” I speak after a few minutes of us holding each other. Frank leans back and looks at me, smiling.
“By the way, I love the name Frankie.” Frank laughs. I giggle, and blush again. GODDAMNIT, GERARD.
“Go ahead, Gee, it’s okay. You know I won’t judge you.” He smiles and runs his hand up and down my stomach under my shirt.
“I don’t know if I like girls anymore.” I finally admit. “I want to be with a boy.” Then the tears come down, and I can’t say the words. I just can’t. I don’t know why I’m so scared to admit it, but I am. I’m scared of change, and this is a big one. I’m not ashamed of it, am I? I shouldn’t be.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re not ready. It’s okay. But you’ve come far, I’m so proud of you.” Frank’s voice seem to calm me down. And he holds me until the tears lighten up.
“I can’t say it, yet.” I finally speak.
“That’s okay. I couldn’t admit it for a little while, either. You said enough.”
“Will you stay tonight?”
“Gee, I don’t kn-“ I cut him off.
“I don’t want to have sex. You’re 17. I’m not doing that until Halloween.” Did I just say that? Shit. I don’t wanna make empty promises. “If that happens.” Shit, that sounded like a dick. Maybe Frank understands. “I’ll even sleep on the couch, or the floor. I just don’t like waking up alone.”
“No, I wanna sleep with you.” Frank’s voice is almost begging.
“Okay.” I smile. Frank’s beautiful. His body, his features, the way his hair falls. I just wanna kiss him all day. I just wanna hold him. I want him. God, this is terrifying, but so, so… Relieving.
“Kiss me.”
Frank happily obliges. And we sit there on the couch and make-out for what feels like hours. Touching doesn’t get to sexual, the kiss doesn’t get too heated. I’ve already went a little too far with a guy I’ve barely known for 24 hours. Holy shit. I forgot that. A boy I’ve known for less t1han a day has made me gay. Is that normal. But today, I know so much about him already. I know there’s tons to learn, but I feel like I know Frank. I’m the first to pull away after at least 10 minutes.
I cup Frank’s cheek, and stroke his face with my thumb, staring into the beautiful hazel orbs. “What are you doing to me?” I barely whisper. Frank doesn’t say a thing. We just stare at each other in a moment of complete bliss.
It’s a while before one of us speaks. “Are you ready for bed?” I ask Frank.
He just nods before he stands up, letting my lap breathe, but I suddenly feel empty with the lack of contact. I walk to the kitchen, and get a glass of water. Chugging half of it before offering the other half to Frank. He takes a sip and sits it on the counter. I immediately grab his hand and pull him towards the stairs.
We walk up silently, and I open the door to my room. “So, this is my room,” Why is this awkward? He smiles at me and walks in. I follow him. I normally sleep in my boxers, but maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe that’ll give him the wrong idea. Maybe. I don’t know. And then Frank reads my mind.
“Gee, I sleep in my underwear, too. It’s okay.” How does he do that?
I nod, and take my shirt off, my pants quickly following. I hear Frank’s breathe hitch, and I see him walking towards me, looking me up and down. I find his eyes, and lock them with mine. He’s now in his boxers, too. He takes my hand and intertwines my fingers with his tattooed ones. His other hand trails up and down my abdomen. I melt under his touch.
“You’re gorgeous.” He mumbles. And guess what? I blush. Of fucking course. I hear him giggle before he turns to walk towards the bed, keeping my hand in his. He lays down and pulls me onto the bed. After I get comfortable I feel Frank’s leg drape over mine and his head on my chest, and his free hand running up and down my stomach and chest. I breathe in. I haven’t been this comfortable in my own bed in years.
I pull the covers over us, and reach over to turn the lamp off. I like Frank so much. I’m gay. Why can’t I say those words out loud? Why am I so ashamed of myself right now… I fall asleep with my hand running through Frank’s hair, and the soothing sound of his breathes and heartbeat.

Notes

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