We were friends until we were lovers

Frank's POV:

After our massive laughing fit we went to the basement to watch a movie. Gerard and I end up sitting on the couch infront of the TV and Mikey sits on the floor infront of the couch. The movie plays on but I'm barely paying attention to it. Gerard has most of my attention. I don't know but it feels like we've both been moving closer and closer to each other during the movie.

"Just fucking makeout already, won't you two? I can feel the cushions moving behind me from both sides. I can tell that neither of you are watching the movie. I'm turning it off and going to bed." Mikey announces. Gerard and I just sit there staring at him in shock. He turns the TV off and walks upstairs to his room.

"What's up his ass?" I ask cautiously. Gerard just gives a small giggle.

"So my assumption was right. You were moving a little closer too. I don't know, he need a boyfriend so that a real dick is up his ass." Gerard says and we both let out a little laugh.

"Um, I was just adjusting my position." I say. I hope he can't tell I'm lying.

"Don't try to fuck with me Frank. You haven't changed your position since the beginning of the movie. Don't lie Frank." He says plainly. He didn't sound angry, he sounded almost sexual.

"What? I-I, what's going on? I'm confused." I say quietly. I feel like I should be scared of him now. He moves closer to me and turns to face me. He leads me to face him. I shuffle back a bit.

"It's all okay Frank I won't hurt you. You are okay. I'm friend. Please don't be scared of me Frank. You don't have to lie to me either. I will find out about the truth sooner or later so don't feel like you need to lie to me. I'm here for you to talk to." He says to me gently as the puts his hand over my knees. It's good to know he remembered about my wrists. He is smiling carefully. His touch so light. It's almost like he thinks he will brake me.

"Thanks for remembering about my wrists. I will tell you the truth but I don't want to scare you away." I say quietly. It's so easy yet so hard to talk when I'm around him.

"No problem and Frank, you won't scare me away. I've seen some pretty scary shit in my life. You aren't one of them. You are actually one of the most pure and nice ones. Sorry if that sounded weird but it's true." He says. He sounds so genuine l and real, unlike all the other kids at school. I just throw my arms around him and give him a quick hug.

"Thank you. I won't be able to say that enough." I say. I yawn and he yawns right after me.

"You tired? You can sleep in my room if you want. I can sleep out here. I will show you where my room is." He says as we both stand up.

"You can sleep in your bed. I mean it's your bed." I say. He smiles.

"I want you to sleep there. And I'm guessing that you won't give up on this either so there is either a few ways this can go. One being you give up and take my bed, two being we both sleep on the floor, three being we both sleep on the couch and four being we both sleep on the bed. Now choose." He says and leans up against a wall.

"Bed sounds nice but I'm not giving up." I say. He nods and walks me into a room. Band poster galore and cds everywhere. "So you do have a good taste in music. By the way I sleep in my boxers, I hope that's okay." I say nervously. He just laughs.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine. I was actually about to say the same thing. Let's go to bed though, it's getting kinda late." He says as he takes off his shirt. He's perfect all over. His smooth milky white skin flows over his body. He turns away from me to slide off his pants and his boxers slide down a little, allowing me to see a little bit of his ass. "Oops! Sorry!" He says sounding really embarrassed. I giggle.

"It's okay, I know what a butt looks like. It's all cool." I say as he turns back around. I slide my shirt and pants off. No mishaps happen to me like they did to Gerard. It's kind of funny how it worked out. He is staring at me with his mouth open a bit. "I know I look gross. You don't have to stare." I say shyly.

"Fuck Frank, no, you aren't gross. Quite the opposite. You are quite beautiful and your tattoo work is exquisite." He says as he looks over me. "Can I touch your tattoos? You can come and sit on the bed you know." He says patting the place next to him.

"Um thanks. Yeah you can touch them." I say and walk to sit beside him. His fingers slowly tracing the tattoos. He smiles and lays down on his side of the bed. "I'm going to fall asleep. Night Gerard."

"Night Frank." He says. I close my eyes and I think he thinks I'm asleep because I hear him talking. "If only you knew how beautiful you are Frank. You are perfect. From your cute little head to your adorable little toes. If only I could show you how much I care for you. You are amazing Frankie. I know you are gay but I know you would never go for a guy like me. If only I could gain enough confidence to tell you about how much I'm crushing on you. You are perfect, too perfect for a fuck up like me. I wish I came here sooner to meet you. I wish that someday, maybe someday you could be my boyfriend." He gives the top of my head a light kiss and lays back down. I pretend to be sleeping and I roll over and cuddle into him. I wish I had enough confidence to tell him I heard all of that. He gently pushes the hair out of my face and I hear him hum as we both drift into a deep sleep.

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