Mr. Way - Frerard

I pulled Frank into the cupboard by the hand, and he immediately jumped, wrapping his legs around my waist and kissed me passionately, occasionally giving out sexy moans. I suckled on his neck, leaving a mark. I began to lift up his shirt, but he stopped me, putting his legs back on the ground.

"B-Before you do that," he began, breathing heavily, "I want you to warn you... I, uh..." I put my hand on his shoulder, telling him that it was okay. "I cut myself," he finished bluntly, looking down. I had to fight the tears that sprang to my eyes at the thought of someone so beautiful thinking they were ugly enough to do something like that. I immediately wrapped my arms around him squeezing tightly. He squeezed back, but he nodded and I soon began to remove my shirt before removing his own.

I took in the sight of his body: the ink patterns artfully covering his body, alongside the countless cuts and scars that upset me to no end. I traced every inch of him with my fingers softly, before reattaching my lips to his. I felt Frank fumbling at my trousers, and I helped him, then removing his, along with our underwear.

There was an eternity where everybody ceased to exist, everything but our bodies and the hushed moans of each other’s names. I marvelled at how a scrappy closet could feel so heavenly.

Afterwards, we sat beside each other, and I looked over at him, smiling. "You called me Gee,” I said, referring to the shorthand of my name that he’d whispered so many times.

He shrugged. "You called me Frankie." He grabbed my hand, and we eventually redressed and left the supply cupboard.

"So... Are we a thing now?" Frank asked. There was a red tinge to his cheeks.

"Do you want to be a thing?" I asked, my heart thumping. He nodded slowly, and I kissed him on the cheek.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said, but he looked like he didn't want to part from me, and the feeling was mutual.

As he turned to go, I said, "Hey, won't you need a ride home again?" He nodded, thanking me. I remembered the drive to his house from last week, and dropped him off, kissing him again before we said goodbye.

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