Once we caught out breaths and came down from our orgasms, I pulled out and collapsed right next to him. I pulled him into me and we cuddled drifting off to asleep.

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*Gerard P.O.V.*
I woke up around 3 am to Frank shivering.
I looked at his sleeping form, it was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as close as we could get, his head was resting on my chest. I played with his hair, and he snuggled closer. Man, he sure is a sight to see.
The moment was ruined when my phone started ringing, I un-wrapped Frank from me and got up, causing Frank to whimper from the warmth going away.
I searched for my phone and found it in the back right pocket of my jeans.
It was my mother....
I answered it.
Me: "Yes mom?"
Mom: "GERARD ARTHER WAY! Where in the fucking hell are you!"
Me: "I' at Bob's house."
Mom: "Where the fuck is Frank!"
Me: "He's with me, mom."
Mom: "Is the Sweetheart ok?"
Me: "Yes mom, he's fine. I was taking care of him like I said I would."
Mom: "Where is he now!"
Me: "He's sleeping on Bob's guest room bed."
Mom: "When are you coming home?"
Me: "I don't know."
Mom: "GERARD! You guy's have fucking school tomorrow!"
Me: "Fine, I'll carry a sleeping Frank down the stairs and into my car. Then I'll be on my way."
Mom: "You taking Frank home?"
Me: "No, I'll just let him sleep at our house. I'll lend him some clothes."
Mom: "Where will he sleep?"
Me: "He'll sleep in my bed."
Mom: "With you?"
Me: "No, I'll sleep on the couch in my room."
Mom: "Have fun carrying him down the basement steps. I'll keep the door unlocked. I'm going to bed, so when you get here lock it!"
Me: "Bye mom, see you in the morning."
I then hung up with a sigh. I walked over to a sleeping Frank and sat down next to him. I started playing with his hair. His eye's fluttered up and he looked at me.
Me: "Frank, you need to get dressed."
Frank yawned: " To tired..."
Me: "Frank, you have to get dressed."
Frank: "Tired.....you dress me."
Me: "If I get you dressed, then I'm gonna get horny."
Frank: "Not my fault."
I sighed: "Fine, I'll dress you."
I then got off the bed and gathered Frank's clothes. After gathering them all, I walked back over to frank and started dressing him. I looked at him and saw many bruises, and his wrists had faded cuts.
What happened to my Frankie to make him hurt himself? Why does he have bruises!
I'll have to ask him when the time is right.
I finished dressing him and took him into my arms, bride style.
After a few minutes, he was in my car. And time passed quickly and we were at my house.
I got to the passenger side and took Frank into my arms once again. I climbed up the steps of the porch. Opened the front door barely. Once inside I used my foot to close it, and then locked it while Frank was still in my arms.
After that, I went down my basement steps entering my room. I moved my blanket and placed Frank on the bed. I then tucked Frank in and kissed the top of his head whispering an I love you.
I then went to te couch and laid down.
Do I love him? I really think I do.
But....I'm not gay!
I can't be gay!
Yes, Bert and I were together. But I was questuoning at the time.
But then again Frank is different from everyone else...

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