All of the Stars

Lying to my mother about my weekend whereabouts was actually surprisingly easy. "I'm going to my friend Ray's to work on a project. Is that cool with you?" I told her.
She didn't even look up from her magazine she was reading. "What time will you be home?"
"Don't know. I'll call you if I need anything, okay?"
"Okay sweetie."
"Love you, Ma."
She looked up finally and gave me tiny smile. "Love you too."
And with that short filled conversation, I was racing back up into my bedroom on a sunny Saturday morning to text Frank that I was free to go. We decided the night before that if I was able to go, he'd come get me around 11:30, which was a perfect time for me.
To Frank <3:
11:30 still okay?
I smiled to myself and tossed my phone onto my bed to wait for his response, which I knew would be a yes. I rushed myself into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, staring at my reflection as I did so. Here's the thing, I didn't think I was ugly. But I also didn't think I was as beautiful as Frank seemed to find me. My skin was pasty, my eyes were small, my lips were thin. I didn't like it. I didn't like how greasy my hair was constantly, no matter how many times I washed it. It disgusted me. My whole fucking face disgusted me sometimes. I was just tired of seeing it everyday for seventeen years straight.
I walked back into my room, ripping off my pajama shirt as I did. I checked my phone for a response from Frank and I all but grinned when I saw his name on my lockscreen.
From Frank <3:
Of course. Be there in 45. xx
I sent him my address and a heart emoji which he exchanged with another heart to conclude our little text session. I rummaged through my dresser, deciding to dress comfortably since he suggested a movie marathon or something the night before. I settled myself with my slightly too big burgundy long-sleeve with a pair of grey jeans, I slipped that on with my dirt ridden converse. It wasn't too impressionable but at least it was something, it was what I liked. I was in the middle of gathering up my stuff so I could wait near the door for Frank when of course, with my luck, my dearest brother decided to walk through my bedroom door.
"Hey Gerard." Mikey said blandly.
"Hi." I mumbled. I didn't look at him. I never really did when we talked.
He plopped himself down onto my bed and bit his bottom lip. "Where are you going?"
"Friend's house."
"Lindsey's house?" He asked. I didn't blame him for assuming that. I rarely ever went anywhere on the weekends and when I did, I went to my best friend Lindsey's house.
"No. She's in New York."
"Oh. Cool." Mikey said quietly. I could tell he didn't know what to say. I should've been nicer to him, he was making an effort to interact with his failure of a big brother. Kudos to him for trying, honestly. My phone buzzed in my back jean pocket and I quickly pulled it out, expecting it to be from Frank.
From Frank <3:
On my way. Be ready. xx
I shoved my phone away into my pocket again and turned to look at Mikey who was stilled seated on my bed, his amber eyes drifting around my room as he stared at the many canvas' that were aligned on my walls.
I sighed loudly, catching his attention. "Listen, I have to go. If you're gonna stay in here, don't make a mess. Ya know what? Don't even touch anything, in fact. We can watch Rocky Horror or something when I get home if you want, okay?"
Mikey nodded. "Have fun with your friend."
I smiled at him and rushed out of my bedroom door and down the stairs. I passed my mother on my way toward the door and gave her a hug and told her again that I would call her later if needed. I clambered out the front door and slammed it quickly so my mother's curiousity wouldn't lead to her watching who I was getting into a car with. When I stepped off my porch and into the freezing weather I instantly felt relieved to see that Frank's little Honda was just pulling up. I crossed my arms to keep warm as I jogged up to the passenger door and opened it with shaky hands.
I was enveloped with heat as I moved myself into the seat, looking over at the drivers seat to find my adorable Frank sitting there.
"Hey there, prettyboy." Frank laughed as I shut the passenger door.
I felt my cheeks go warm. "Hello dork."
He shook his head playfully and leaned over the armrest to kiss me on the lips quickly. He began to drive afterwards, one hand held by mine while his other was on the steering wheel just like the day before.
"I swear you play the best fucking music in this car." I said as I noticed he had Saturday Night by the Misfits playing on low.
"Guess we have music tastes in common then. That's a lifesaver." He chuckled. "You look lovely, by the way."
I smiled. "As do you." He did look very lovely indeed with his worn looking Beastie Boys sweatshirt and his obvious bedhead that he didn't bother to fix before he came to get me.
"So," He started, letting out a tiny cough, "I was thinking we could just do a movie marathon like I said, but I don't know what kind of food you like so you have to help me out with that."
"Anything but fucking mexican food. Fuck that." I told him bitterly.
"Jeez, why such a harsh grudge on mexican food?" He laughed.
I cringed. "The last time I had mexican, I was eight years old and I threw it up all over my cousins Sunday School dress."
"That was oddly descriptive."
"Yeah, I know. The vomit was green too."
"That's why you don't like green?"
"Correct."
Frank giggled like a little kid and lifted my hand to his mouth, pecking it with his lips. "Gerard, you are a gift that just keeps on giving."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. I try."
He actually didn't live that far away from me believe or not, it must've been at least a fifteen minute drive. I didn't expect him to have a huge house or anything, which he didn't. He had a cute little two-story townhouse on the edge of his block, it was quiet and bestowed to the point where you could feel the homliness of the house when you stepped in the front door.
"I mean it's not a lot, but how much does one person need?" Frank said as he closed the front door behind us.
"I like it." I told him. I leaned my head around, taking in my surroundings. To say his house was neat was an understatement. If any other person had walked in to his home I'm sure they would've thought he was a complete OCD type neat freak. Bookshelves covered the walls of his living room that was ajoined near the door, filled with vinyls that were organized by fucking color. He had everything, from what I could see. Queen, Bowie, The Ramones. That may not sound impressive, but with the amount of vinyls that he had, it was breathtaking. Especially for me.
"I like vinyls. A lot." He stated awkwardly, noticing that I was staring. He shifted on his feet and scratched the back of his neck, watching me as I still glittered my eyes around. My eyes instantly locked with a pink dog bed that was placed snuggly next to his couch, I smiled and turned to look at Frank.
"You said you had a dog."
Frank flashed his teeth in a tiny laugh. "Yeah, she's around here somewhere. Come sit, she'll turn up some time or another."
We slipped our shoes off and left them near the door. Frank grabbed my hand and led me to one of the two leather couches in his living room, then pulled me down to sit with him.
"What's your dogs name?" I asked. I curled my knees up into my chest, watching as Frank carelessly placed his feet on the marble coffee table in front of us.
"Sweet Pea." He said softly and played around with my fingers, stroking up and down my index with his thumb. "I call her Sweetie sometimes. Usually, I call her Brat, cause she decides to pee on my fucking carpet whenever she pleases."
"She sounds like quite the angel." I laughed. I leaned my head on his shoulder and look up at him adoringly, he wrapped his arms around my own shoulders and pulled me into his side a little more.
"You're the angel, honestly."
He made me realize in that second that being called an angel made me smile like a fifteen year old schoolgirl. He titled his head down to face me and touched our lips together causing both of our eyes to flutter closed.
"You're so soft." He mumbled against my mouth, smiling. I smiled too, about to reply but I was cut off when I felt some type of warm weight jump into my lap which ended with me jerking away from Frank and looking down at what it was.
The weight in my lap was a dog. Probably the ugliest looking dog I've ever fucking seen, may I add. Frank nuzzled his nose into my hair and I felt him let out a loud laugh against my head. I stared down at the creature that had seated itself on my thighs.
"She's...adorable." I said, trying to keep the disgust in my voice from showing. The dog pawed around in my lap and let out an obnoxious little yiff.
"You don't have to lie, I'm aware that she looks like a half-dead rat." Frank said and took her off of me.
"Are you sure she isn't actually a half-dead rat?"
"Well, half-dead, that she is. I've had her since I was probably about twenty years old. But a rat? Nah. Maybe a possum."
I watched as he held the dog above his face and baby-voiced her. I could feel myself smiling as my eyes glued themselves onto what was taking place in front of me. Perhaps it could've been the cutest thing to ever exist if his dog wasn't so fucking creepy. He let the rat down after a few minutes and scoffed playfully when he saw me watching her in complete disgust as she scurried away from us.
"I have a feeling you're not an animal person."
"I'm a cat person." I said.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." Frank replied, "Anyway, movie time?"
I smiled and nodded. He clapped his hands together, that fucking habit that I had grown accustomed to from when he would teach, and walked over to the TV stand, pulling out a stack of movies.
"I got Stat Wars, Lord of the Rings, Lady and the Tramp-"
"Lady and the Tramp." I interrupted.
He looked up at me, a sarcastic smirk on his lips. "But I thought you were a cat person?"
"Just put the damn movie on." I ordered.
When the movie was in and playing, he came back over to me. Our sitting position was a little different, his sock covered feet still on the coffee table with my legs curled up, my head was was lower this time and softly resting upon his warm pillowy chest.
"Gerard," He mumbled out after some time.
"Yes Frank."
I felt his chest rise underneath my head like he was taking in a deep breath. "I like you."
I looked up at him, "I like you too."
"I never expected this to happen." He mumbled and rested his chin on the top of my head, both our still fixed on the movie.
I raised my eyebrows. "What?"
"I never expected someone like you would ever even have interest in me. Like Christ, I'm a fucking old man-"
"Stop saying that, seriously. If I actually cared that you're a self acclaimed 'old man' I wouldn't be here right now. It doesn't even feel like you're my teacher, Frank. I just... I don't know how to explain it?"
He paused. "It feels natural."
I pondered that for a moment. Yes, it did feel natural, being able to talk to him and touch him and let him touch me without a single care in the world. But at the same time, I couldn't help but think that it should've been unnatural. We'd be frowned upon if people knew what was happening between us, a teacher and his fucking student seeing each other. Frank would be locked up and labeled as a pedophile, lose his job and probably live with the guilt forever. As for me, I'd be a disgusting disappointment to everyone around me, most likely disowned by my entire expanded family. For us to be risking those circumstances, then it must've been extremely natural, or felt like that at least.
I cleared my throat. "You're right. Those are the words I was looking for."
"You remember what I told you before, right?" He pressed his lips against my head and weaved his fingers through my hair.
"About what."
"When I told you that this is going to be completely based around you and your feelings, what you say is what goes. Communication is key, alright? Consent is a big deal."
"Yes, I understand that and I wholeheartedly appreciate it. Nobody I've ever really had a thing with has been that nice. I feel like I'm being pampered." I laughed bitterly.
"That's so fucked up, Gerard. You deserve the fucking world."
I sighed and leaned myself into him more. "I don't know."
We went silent after that, his fingers still dragging through my hair. The movie was getting dull, I didn't know why I thought watching a children's movie was a good idea at all but Frank seemed to be enjoying it.
"I'll order takeout in awhile, yeah?" Frank said suddenly, breaking our long and comfortable silence.
I nodded and shifted my body so I could look at his face. He was so pretty.
"You're staring, honey." Frank chuckled when I moved my face closer to his, my eyes wide.
"Good observation." I said. I was hesitant to touch him to be completely fair. I wasn't sure of how fast things were supposed to move along. Hell, we weren't even dating yet even though he talked about it three times. My eyes glazed over his face as I was in deep thought. We'd made out a few times obviously, we'd cuddled, held hands, admitted our feelings. What else was there to do? I wanted to say something to him about it, but I, the type of person who can barely speak a five letter sentence without turning into a ball of pure anxiety and regret, decided that actions spoke louder than words in that very moment.
So I melded our lips together yet again. He let out a tiny, surprised noise but kissed me back nonetheless. Even after doing that about ten times, the spark that shot through my spine still scared the utter shit out of me when our lips started to moved in sync. I wanted to push this farther, I had some type of burning desire in my gut that was completely foreign and unknown to me. Could've been teenage hormones, could've been the fact that I was falling head over heels for someone. But it was there, and it was burning and twisting and begging to be extinguished.
I poked my tongue out against Frank's bottom lip which of course he instantly responded to it and let us invade each other's mouths. I was kissing him hard, harder than we'd ever tried in the few times we'd actually done this. He placed one of his hands on my middle back, I physically shivered at his touch and let my own hand place itself on his thigh.
That's when things turned. That burning desire inside me became so intense that I myself was begging to put it out at that point. We were kissing each other hard enough to bruise now, our teeth clashing against one another's a few times which would earn a small squeak from me or a tiny groan from Frank. I couldn't take it anymore at that point. I moved over and placed myself on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and he fucking *moaned* against our connected lips.
There was black velvet coursing through our veins. There was a tightness in our pants. There was a wall between our wants and our needs that needed to be knocked down and the same desire in us that needed to be put out. His silk lips moved to my neck, creating soft dances on my skin that were enough to make my closed eyelids burst with colors. His hands were rubbing up and down my sides while my head tipped back and my mouth hung open as the sweet feeling of his warm mouth against my neck sent me into overdrive.
My breathing was gaspy and torn, embarrassingly heavy just from having him mouth my collarbones. There was no doubt that there was a tension between what we were doing. We both knew we wanted to go further. And that's what I planned on doing.
I wasn't freaked out by his bulge pressing itself against my thigh, that would've been hypocritical since mine was just as prominent and obvious. Our mouths were glued together again, his tongue dipped into my mouth, kissing me beyond breathless.
*Actions speak louder than words*. I thought to myself. That's when I decided to fix myself comfortably in his lap and do what had been on my mind since the beginning of our make out session; I grinded down on him. And fuck, describing the feeling of having my cloth-covered hard-on rub down on his would be almost impossible. Its almost even more impossible to explain how perfectly we moaned with each other, and how he gripped onto my thigh when I did it again. And again. And again. Until we were completely worked up and that fucking burning in our stomachs had no chance at stopping now.
Our lips were hovering over each other's now, my hips swaying down on him while he looked me dead in the eye, his grip on my thighs never loosening. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, his hands slid up and held me against him as I felt him shallowly bucking up into me. We were working together at this. I wanted this so much. Deep in my heart, I felt like this wasn't just for lust. Every little touch Frank was giving me was so delicate, soft, and careful, he was trying to show me that he appreciated me and he wanted this as much as I did. This was an act of genuine affection between us.
He took me in his arms and moved our bodies so my head was rested on the arm of the couch while he hovered over me, our lower areas still pressed together tightly.
"You okay?" He asked, he was out of breath but I could hear the genuine concern in his shaky voice.
I nodded my head quickly and he smiled at me. That smile was broken when he grinded himself down into me yet again, both of us groaning out, clinging to each other, sweating against our clothed bodies. It was absolutely blissful.
The time came where everything was overwhelming. His breaths against my cheek felt like hot lava trickling on my skin. Our moans sounded like loud strikes of thunder, rattling our bones. My insides felt like they were blooming into something beautiful while tightening and untightening over and over again. Then, everything erupted when Franks body came down on my lower half once more. Everything became clearer. I was clutching to him like my life depended on it, his face stared down at mine in admiration as I rode out the overheating feeling in my body that was too good to be true. There was bright yellow paint. A thousand C majors. A paintbrush across a canvas. Watercolors flowing through a drop of paint. Everything beautiful in the world flashed before my eyes. My voice was broken apart as I said Frank's name repeatedly, watching his face go slack as his moment of release followed after close mine. His body shuddered and he collapsed with me, enveloping in the beauty that our bodies had just pulled through.
We held each other after that. The stickiness inside my boxers was almost unnoticeable, but I knew it was there. I listened to him breathe above me, his body was laying on top of my with his ear pressed right against my heart. His hand moved around the couch, searching around until he found my free hand that wasn't stroking his hair, and tangled our fingers together.
"Gerard." He mumbled out softly. I could feel the vibrations from his voice against my chest.
"Yes, Frank."
"Be my boyfriend."
I smiled. "Gladly."
Afterwards, takeout was ordered, clothes were changed, three more movies were watched and many tiny kisses were shared. Along with the satisfaction of cuddling and nonstop handholding. I was content with everything. I'm pretty sure a smile never left my face, and it was only just the beginning of something even more.

Notes

ok im sorry this took 5 days even tho none of you really care but i fucking hate this chapter so much and i never post anything unless im happy with it but it shouldnt hvae taken me 5 fucking days to write 3000 words ok im sorry tgis yucky and teh FUCKIN paragraphs wouldnt seperate cause this website is one big ugly glitch. i hope you have a nice night or day and please take care of urself xxxxxxx