Midnight Makeout Sessions

I held Gerard hand as we exited the diner.
God has he slept with everyone?

I mean it shouldn't be a big deal. I mean, I've had sex with like three people. That probably sound pathetic to him because he's probably like really experience. And all I know is what I learned from porn and the three people I've done it with.

It's not a big deal...right?

Maybe I should ask him...

But what if he finds me annoying.

"Frankie..?".

Gerard's voice jumped me out of my thoughts and I looked over at him, sending him a smile, "Yeah baby," I cooed, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

He blushed, making me smile, looking down at the ground, "I- I wanted to know if you wanna go to Brendon's part tonight," he asked.

I chewed my bottom lip lightly, "sure baby,".

"o-okay," he said.

"Come on let's go back to my place, yeah?". He nodded, and began to walk again.

We walked to the house, I looked out at the saw and saw how pretty it was...Maybe we could go for a swim together.

I let go of his hand and wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him close to me as we walked. He blushed, burying his head in the crook of my neck as we walked.

"What are you doing to me," he said, giggling a bit. I smiled, kissing the top of his head, "nothin', "I said walking into the house.

"Who said you could come and bring your fucking girlfriend," My mother yelled, walking into the living room.

Oh God my dads here..

"Oh I'm sorry Linda! I didn't know this was your lake house! Not ours," he dad screamed back.

I looked down, squeezing Gerard's side a bit, letting tears build in my eyes, "I'm sorry Gee," I whispered. "It's okay," he whispered, lifting his head and rested it on my shoulder, "wanna just get some stuff and hang out at my house and spend the night," he asked. I looked over at him a smile at him, "yeah baby..come on," I let go of his waist, taking his hand.

"Well fuck you then for sleeping with the cheap whore at your office who is almost as old as our son " she screamed, grabbing a pillow and throwing pillow at him. -m

I awkwardly began to walk along the walls around the house, with Gerard hand holding mine. I ran my hair through my hair, trying to ignore them.

"He's fifteen- Wait Frank," my dad said, looking at me, as I tried to make an exit. I stopped myself, turning and facing my dad with anger, biting my lip. Gerard squeezed my hand, giving me a 'it's okay' signal. I looked down at the ground, moving my shoes green converse on the ground, "H-Hey dad," I mumbled.

"Hey son- why are you holding Gerard's hand," he dad asked moving closer to us. My mom stood there, giving me a apologetic look. I stood there confused looking at her, then looking at him seeing how his face began to turn red.

"H-h-he's my boyfriend dad," I gulp, looking up at him.

"He's your-what?" he said getting closer to us. I move Gerard behind me a bit.

"I'm gay, dad," I say confidence.

He ran his hands through hair, running his hands over his face, "Frank just because your mom and I are getting divorced doesn't mean you have to get attention and go towards this lifestyle," he explains to me.

My jaw dropped.

I stood there in awe.

Does my dad really think I'm not gay?

Is my dad homophobic?

God...

"Dad I'm not faking it. I really like Gerard. I have for awhile. Dad I'm gay," I say, "and there's nothing you can do about it,". - He loosened his tie, and I looked over at his tramp of a girlfriend. God she look like what twenty one? Jesus we are closer in age to date.

"Frank if you want attention you don't have to stick your dick up some fags ass-".

"Don't call me that," Gerard squeaked.

I looked over at him in shock, "Gerard you don't gotta-".

"No this asshole shouldn't call me a fag and say your not gay. He's gay. You should here him in his sleep," he let go of my hand and moved closer to my dad, "he moans my name, popping a boner. He likes sticking it in the ass. My ass," he said.

My eyes go wide as he speaks.

Was I that loud last night?

"And guess what? I like it-".

He was cut off by my dad slapping him across the face.

Oh oh my God my dad just slapped my boyfriend..

Gerard held his face, stumbling back a bit. I caught him looking at my dad, "If you ever touch my boyfriend again I swear I'll fucking kill you," I say, picking Gerard up bridal style. He buried his face in my chest.

"L-lets go," he muttered, "You'll just wear some of my clothes,".

"Okay baby," I whispered, "anything for you love,".

I walked out the sore with him in my arms..."I'm so sorry,".

Notes

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