Life on the Murder Scene

“Frank, look at me,” I mumble, sitting down on the bed in the back bedroom. My boyfriend hasn’t so much as made eye contact with me since what happened in the living room. I won’t let this be the reason why things don’t work out. Everything will blow over. Gerard will talk to Mikey. My brother will realize that Frank is not only good for me but to me. I can’t have the man standing in front of me throw in the towel like this.

“Frank,” I reach out and grab hold of the guitarist’s hand, clutching it in mine, forcing him to stop pacing. “Can we please talk about this?”

My boyfriend lets out a long sigh, his free hand running down his face, “There isn’t anything to talk about Mak. Your brothers saw you mostly naked and me all over you.”

“They’ll get over it, Frank. Mikey was just overreacting. You heard Gerard, he supports us,” I answer back, hurt by Frank’s word. Just as I’m starting to let him in and be comfortable being more physical with him, he’s going to act like it’s a bad thing.

“You don’t get it, Makayla.” Frank shoots back quickly, brushing away my words with a wave of his hand.

I swallow hard, not wanting him to see me cry, “So we’re over then? That’s what you’re saying?”

For the first time since the rest of the band barged in on us, Frank looks at me. His eyebrows tug together in a look of confusion. It feels like hours before he finally stops chewing on the metal threaded through his lip and answers my questions. “No.”

“Then what, Frank?” I shoot back, finally standing up from the bed. “According to you my brothers will never be okay with this so what’s the point?”

Frank stops his pacing and looks at me, “The point is that I love you Mak, and I would be a fucking idiot is I let one of the most amazing people I know walk out of my life. I love you Makayla Way, probably more than is good for me but it’s the truth. I just don’t know what to do about Mikey and Gerard. I saw the look in their eyes. They looked at me like I was some kind of monster, come to ruin their little sister.”

I quickly grab hold of Frank’s hands, not wanting him to walk away from me again. I need to feel his rough skin under my touch, to know that he’s really here and this isn’t just some strange dream I’m having. “You’re not and they both know that. If I’m happy they’ll get over whatever it is they’re thinking in their minds. I need you in my life Frank. We spent too long trying to deny the feelings, to play it off as just messing with each other. I can’t go back to that.”

“I know,” is all Frank manages before crashing his lips against mine.

I kiss him back, brushing my tongue against his lower lip. Frank parts his lips, allowing our tongues to dance together. The guitarist’s fingers curl into my hair, holding my face to his. I run my nails down Frank’s exposed back receiving a moan. Smiling into the kiss, I graze my teeth over my boyfriend’s lip before trailing my lips over his jawline and to the exposed skin of his neck. Calloused hands trail up side and I inhale sharply, allowing the shirt I’m wearing to be pulled over my head. Frank walks us backwards, laying me down across the bed. He hovers over me, supporting his weight on his forearms, which are placed on either side of my head. I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer to me, enjoying the feeling of his weight on me. As we continue to kiss, I fumble with the button on Frank’s jeans. My hand grazes his erection through his pants causing him to take in a jagged breath.

“Don’t tease,” the guitarist pouts before pulling my earlobe in between his teeth.

I let out a moan, finally getting the button on Frank’s pants undone. I push them down as far as I can before he kicks them off. Goosebumps take over my skin as Frank kisses down my body; capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, warm tongue running over it as his hand ventures further down my body. For a second he disconnects his lips from me his eyes meeting mine, silently asking if he can go further.

Letting out a shaky breath I nod, letting him know I’m just fine with everything that we’re doing. I want this. I feel Frank’s hand slide under the waistband of my shorts. Although his hands are a little cold and his fingertips are calloused from years of playing the guitar I revel in the feeling. He’s never touched me like this before. He teases a little, running a finger over the top of my cotton underwear before sliding into me. My breath catches; finger nails digging into his shoulder. I feel Frank’s lips move against my skin and I know he’s smirking, proud of himself for getting me to react like this.

Although Frank’s hands feel amazing, I reach down and stop him, not wanting him to get me off this way. Tugging on his wrist I get him to stop. He raises an eyebrow but I simply shake my head, letting him know he did nothing wrong. I place my lips back on his neck as I slide out of my shorts and underwear, sliding my thumbs into Frank’s boxers to get them down as well. Once we are both naked, we resituate on the bed so we are no longer half hanging off.

“You’re sure?” Frank questions pulling away a little and moving some hair out of my face so that we can look at each other properly.

“Yes,” I respond.

My lips meet his again, nails once again digging into the guitarist’s back as he pushes inside of me. He goes slow at first, checking to make sure that I’m okay and that nothing is hurting. Eventually, I get impatient and wrap my legs around his waist, giving him no choice but to go in deeper. My boyfriend inhales sharply, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of my neck. I buck my hips up, letting him know I want him to keep going. Once Frank has composed himself a little he starts to thrust in and out, my hips moving in rhythm with his.

I begin to feel the familiar tightness in my stomach and know I won’t last too much longer. I try and mumble this in Frank’s ear but he doesn’t hear me. Instead I let his name roll off my tongue as pleasure runs through my entire body. A few minutes later Frank finishes, my name falling from his lips.

We lay together for a little, Frank still inside of me, just enjoying the feeling of sweaty skin on skin. A thousand emotions course through my veins but the one that sticks out most is happiness. I’d been so scared of sex for so long. Frank took all that away. After a few more kisses Frank rolls off of me, taking my hand in his and kissing my fingertips, a dopey smile set on his face.


“I love you Makayla and no matter what we are not over,” Frank says, turning his head to the side so that he can look me in the eyes.

“Thank you,” I mumble back, sleep starting to take over my body as I cuddle closer to the man that I am lucky enough to call my own, now in every sense of the word.

“For what?”

“For loving me, for showing me that what we just did doesn’t have to be scary, for proving to me that you really do love me and that you’ll be here even if not everyone supports us.”

Frank smiles at me, his lips landing on my forehead. I always like it when he kisses me there. It feels more intimate, like he’s silently telling me that he’ll always be here, no matter what. It makes me feel special and wanted. “You should feel that way always. I’m sorry I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

“It’s okay Frank. I just don’t want you to think you’re in this alone. I won’t let Gerard and Mikey force you out of the band or make your life difficult. They might be stubborn but they’re good people. They just want what’s best for everyone.”

“I know,” Frank answers back, laying another kiss on my forehead. “I love you Makayla. We’ll figure this all out in the morning.”

“I love you too Frank,” I answer back and cuddle close to him. Frank wraps an arm around my waist making me feel like absolutely nothing can go wrong.

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