The Blind Leading The Blind

I winced as I felt the cool metal against my hand. “Shh, stay still,” Gerard chuckled, snipping the stitches carefully. “That's it. All done..” He smiled, kissing my cheek. “My brave Frankie.”
I shook my head slightly and climbed into his lap, smiling at him. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
He ran his hands up my sides, making me shiver slightly. Gerard hadn't kissed me since before I dropped the glass, and I already missed it. It would have been stupid to say that kissing him for the first time felt like fireworks or gave me a weird feeling in my stomach, because it hadn't. I wasn't a cliche teenage girl. But kissing him had felt right in some way. We had fit together as we'd kissed, and it felt like we could go on kissing forever.
Gerard kissed my chest, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Frankie? What’cha thinking about?”
I giggled, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Kissing you.”
He laughed softly, running his hands back down to my hips. “So why don't you?”
The blush intensified and I bit my lip. “I'll miss or something..I..”
Gerard stroked my cheek with one finger, shaking his head. “No, sweetie. Don't worry about that. Take your time.”
I chewed on my lip, trying to make up my mind. This could be horribly embarrassing, I was aware of that.
I closed my eyes and sighed, then opened them again. I ran my hands up from his chest, cupping his jaw in my hands. I ran my thumbs over his lips, letting our skin catch briefly. Then I leaned down confidently, kissing him softly. He smiled into it, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I deepened the kiss, my hand running up and into his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. Gerard pulled me even closer to him and I rolled my hips slowly, to let him know I was ready for more if he was. He didn't react, continuing to kiss me. I curled my fingers under the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss for just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He chuckled, leaning back slightly as I dove in again, kissing him passionately and running my hands over his chest slowly. I stopped suddenly, tracing the scar with my index finger. Then the scar on the other side. He had two thick, curved scars a couple inches below his nipples. “Gee? What are these?”
Gerard stood up abruptly, lifting me off his lap and setting me on my feet. “They're the reason Mikey doesn't want me with you,” he mumbled, starting to walk away. I ran after him, gently grabbing him and pulling him back. “Gee, please! Somebody has to tell me something!”
He spun around and I shrank back, whimpering.
The air seemed to lose its charge suddenly as Gerard took a deep breath. “Come with me..”
I followed him a little shakily, wandering down the hall and into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed and I climbed up next to him, rubbing one of his shoulders slowly.
“You know Ben at school?”
I blinked, kissing his cheek. “Yeah, but how do you know?”
“Mikey said. Look, Frank. I'm not who you think I am, I'm-”
“You're transgender, aren't you?” I mumbled, light dawning at last. “Shit, Mikey dropped so many clues and I didn't pick them up...wow.”
Gerard tensed up and I nuzzled the side of his head. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Go on, Gee.”
He sighed and reached behind him, taking one of my hands carefully. “You're right. That's why I started drinking. After I managed to get off the heroin I realized who I was and I started to pursue it. I've been on testosterone for three years and I had top surgery two years ago. That's the scars.”
I nodded, scootching behind him a little more and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “Okay. Have you had..?”
“No, not yet. That's why Mikey worries when I date guys, because he sees all these things in the media about trans people being attacked and all this stuff. I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't do something like that and I wanted to see where things went for a while.”
I nodded again, kissing his shoulder. “Okay, Gee.”
He laughed softly. “I can't believe I ever worried about you not accepting me.”
I giggled and squeezed him gently. “I'm blind, Gee. I can't afford to be that picky. But can I ask why you haven't had your other surgery yet?”
Gerard nodded. “You can ask me any questions you like, Frankie. And it's partially because I haven't got the money and partially because I'm not sure if I want to have kids someday.”
I purred and wrapped my legs around him as well, resting my chin on his shoulder. “You'd be a good dad.”
Gerard laughed again, but I felt a tear drip onto my arm. “You're the best man I've ever met.”
I shook my head slowly, nuzzling the side of his head. “I'm sure you'll meet better. But I do care about you, and I'm never gonna judge you. Come cuddle with me and stop crying, you're gonna make me cry.”
Gerard smiled, gently peeling me off him and turning around, pulling me into a hug. “You're so sweet, Frankie.”
I giggled and pushed him back to lay on the bed, curling up half on his chest. “So are you. And just so we’re clear, from what I can tell, you're really fucking hot, and I’d love to have sex with you, no matter what's in your pants. Not before we’re ready, of course, but I just wanted you to know that.”
Gerard played with my hair gently, kissing my cheek. “I suppose as the responsible adult I should say we need to wait until you're eighteen, but I don't think I could wait that long. Maybe soon, but not just yet.”
“I wanna take a bath together sometime though,” I grinned, stroking his cheek. “It would be fun, even if we didn't do anything naughty.”
“Yeah, it would,” Gerard hummed, rubbing my back slowly. “Y’know…”
“Mm?”
“Most people I've tried to date have rejected me because of this. I've been called some horrible names...this is so sweet and it's just...amazing to me. That you like me.”
I smiled and kissed his forehead softly. “I like dicks, I'm not gonna lie, but I think I like you more.”
Gerard laughed, pulling me a little closer. “That was beautifully worded, Frankie. Do you have any other questions for me?”
I shook my head, stroking over one of his scars slowly. “No, not right now. I'm sure they’ll be plenty I think of later on, but right now I just wanna enjoy this moment with you. Well...I guess I have one question..”
Gerard smiled, putting his hand over mine. “Yes. I want this to be official. I wanna call you my boyfriend. Just maybe not in public for a few months.”
I giggled quietly, rolling my eyes. “You read my mind! But that's fair, I understand. I don't really want you to get arrested.”
Gerard grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me down into a desperate, passionate kiss that very quickly turned loving and gentle.

Notes

Okay so first of all, I'm sorry it's short.
Second, I've written stories with trans characters before and no one really liked them, so I'm fully aware a lot of people probably won't read this story because of that.
Third, there's going to be a little more smut in this story than I normally write/have written in a while, so please excuse my terrible writing on that front. I've mostly put it in as part of the storyline and tried to keep it as essential to the development of the plot so..
Lastly, I'd really really love some feedback at this point because I am very worried about people losing interest after this chapter.
Thanks guys,
Logan