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Frank's tongue ran up my stomach, his hands on my sides. He smirked at me as I shivered, spreading my legs for him. He licked his lips, grinning as he leaned over me, his hips against mine as he kissed me softly. I moaned quietly and bucked my hips, relaxing slightly just before Frank moved back down my body, running his tongue over me. I arched my back and let out a soft cry, tangling my fingers in his hair as his hands came up, his fingers curling around my hipbones.

Frank was gently shaking me. “Gee! Wake up, Gee. Chris said he'd take you home at ten and it's ten fifteen.”
“Shit!”
I sat up quickly, blinking at Frank. He grinned at me and I gulped. It was the same lopsided grin from my dream. “I've put your clothes and stuff in a bag, Gee, all you gotta do is put your shoes on.”
I nodded, getting up and hurrying to the door. I tugged my converse on and felt Frank's arms lock around my waist. “Kiss?”
I turned and kissed him quickly, feeling the color rise in my cheeks. Frank handed me the bag. “Chris is waiting in the car, okay? Call me later.”
I nodded, jogging out to the car and climbing into the passenger side. Chris smiled at me, waiting until my seatbelt was buckled before driving off.
“Did you have a fun night?”
I shrugged and smiled. “We fell asleep like half an hour after you went to bed. But it was just nice to cuddle with him and fall asleep with him like that..”
I trailed off, biting my lip as I blushed.
“He said he didn't have any nightmares, which is rare for him at the moment. Maybe you should sleep over more often.”
I smiled at him, nodding slightly. “I'd like that. Chris?”
“Yes?” He glanced at me before pulling the car over. “I can tell you have something important to say.”
I took a deep breath. “I told Frank a few days ago...but I'm intersex.”
Chris blinked and nodded. “Okay...I know a little about that, but not much. How did he take it?”
“Better than I expected,” I smiled shyly, running a hand through my hair. “He said I'm unique and stuff.”
Chris smiled, leaning back in his seat. “Good. And I'm glad you could tell him. He's a good kid, he's just-”
“Been through a lot,” I interrupted softly. “But he's kind and caring and he's so very gentle with me. I really like him.”
“Well he really likes you,” Chris chuckled, cracking his knuckles. “He thinks the world of you, Gerard. I just hope you take care of him.”
I bit my lip and sighed. “He doesn't always want me to take care of him. He likes trying to take care of me. And um. Neither of us are ready for any kind of...intimacy. Frank's still very...scared, and I'm just not ready. Um. He doesn't even want to call me his boyfriend yet.”
Chris nodded slightly. “Frank struggles with labels sometimes, he can find them constricting. Was that all you wanted to tell me?”
I smiled slightly and ran a hand through my hair again. “Yeah. I just thought you should know.”

I climbed into the bath, sinking back into the water. Mikey and my parents had gone out for some kind of conference thing and I had the house to myself. I closed my eyes, biting my lip harshly as my dream came flooding back, the sight of Frank’s tongue running over my short shaft making my whole body tingle. I sank back further, spreading my legs slightly as I ran my hand own over my chest and stomach. I slid my hand lower and started to rub myself with my fingers, gasping softly and rolling my hips up, imagining that my fingers were Frank's soft tongue. I ran my other hand down my thigh, slipping a finger into myself and letting out a quiet moan. I imagined Frank's grip on my thighs, his hot, wet breath against me, and his smirk as he watched me writhe and squeal. My back arched up again and I shuddered before falling back against the tub. I panted for a few seconds, my hands shaking as I curled up happily.

I had just finished drying off when my phone rang. I answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hey.”
“Hiya,” Frank murmured. “How are you?”
I blinked, feeling the blush rising in my cheeks. “I'm good. What're you up to?”
“Homework. Chris and I are going out to dinner tonight to talk about Ricky.” Frank's voice was flat.
“And I'm guessing you don't want to.”
“Is that bad? I mean, it's my fault he's here and I just get so angry when he's around..”
I chuckled and twisted my hair around one finger. “You're jealous, Frankie. It's just been you and Chris, and now Ricky is coming in and taking up Chris's time and attention. It's normal.”
Frank sighed quietly, and I could hear papers being ruffled. “Gee?”
“Yes, love?”
“Should I burn my file? Chris gave it to me yesterday.”
I cleared my throat and bit my lip lightly. “It's up to you, Frankie.”
“Um..” He sniffed and I heard paper tearing. “I'm gonna...I'm gonna give you some of it. The records, not the evaluations and shit...I want you to know everything about me, but...I can't tell you.”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose lightly. “Are you sure, Frankie?” I asked softly.
“Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while. I want my boyfriend to know me. All of me.”
I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes for a few seconds. “Thank you, Frankie. So so much.”
“I trust you,” he mumbled, and his voice was thick, accompanied by sniffs.
“Don't cry, Frankie,” I soothed, wishing I could give him a hug. “Don't cry. I trust you too, Frankie.”
“Th-thanks...I’ll drop it by on the way to dinner.”
“Okay, love. I'll be here, waiting.”

Frank was shaking as he handed over the folder. I set it on my desk, then pulled him into a tight hug. “I like you, Frankie.”
He hugged back tightly and I kissed the side of his head. “Gee.”
When Frank gently broke away, I pulled him into a kiss, wrapping my arm around his waist. He leaned into me, clinging to my shirt desperately.
“Shh,” I soothed, stroking his hair as he started to shake. “Come on. You can call me tonight, yeah? I promise.”
I took his hand, holding it tightly as I led him downstairs and out of the front door. I helped him into Chris's car, pecking him on the lips. “Have a fun evening, Frankie. You'll be okay.”
Chris smiled at me and I closed the door, stepping back onto my driveway to watch them go.
I sighed and walked inside, going straight up to my desk and opening the file.
The first page was an overview timeline. Frank had had the same foster home between when he was three and ten. Apparently it had been a good fit until they'd had a new baby. Then he was in one from eleven to fourteen, and after the police found out that he'd been abused, he was sent somewhere else for only a year. They'd given him back because he was too ‘difficult.’ And his last home for two years had been the people who broke his knee. I sighed, running a finger down the page. No wonder Chris had just yanked him out.
I turned to the next page and winced. There were pictures of fourteen-year old Frank, cuts and bruises all over his back. He was bleeding all over, curled up in a ball, hugging his knees. I flipped to the next one and sighed, rubbing my forehead. There was blood all down his face, dripping off his chin. The black eye was so swollen his eye was completely closed. I left the rest of the pictures and went on in the file. The next set of pictures were worse, and I gagged as I looked at the first one. Frank was sprawled on a stone floor, his knee twisted oddly. Blood was smeared all over the backs and insides of his thighs, and glistened on the whip welts on his back. The next picture was an X-ray. Frank had had to have seven pins in his knee, and a plate on his shin. I flipped to the next one. Frank was curled up in a hospital bed, one of those little oxygen tubes under his nose and a blood bag as well as a drip feeding into his arms. He was asleep, but somehow still looked frightened and ready to run at any moment.
The last one made me smile. It had clearly been taken by Chris, as it was a picture of Frank standing on their porch, leaning on a pair of crutches. He was smiling, just slightly, but I could see the nervousness written all over his face.
I scanned through the notes, my throat tight. Frank had been in hospital for two weeks, and nearly succumbed to very advanced pneumonia. His foster parents had fled and left him in their house, but neighbors had heard him calling for help a few days later. Unfortunately, living in a cold, damp basement had taken its toll. Chris had apparently taken over Frank's case when he was in hospital, as he often worked with kids in crisis, but once he'd read the file, he'd refused to let Frank go back to another foster home.
‘He has no faith in the system, why should he? He's a terrified kid and he needs more than just a house and two people. He needs a home and a family.’
There were a couple more notes in Chris's messy handwriting. Frank had gone back to hospital a week after he'd been released due to a kidney infection. That had taken another week to clear up before he was home ‘for good.’ Apparently he'd been very difficult to start with, refusing to talk to Chris or eat any of the food he offered him. He'd only eat food from a sealed package. Chris suspected that he'd been drugged multiple times before. Frank had hid in his room most days, under the covers or even under the bed. Chris had managed to get him to eat something after about ten days, and then the notes ended.
I leaned my elbows on my desk and buried my face in my hands, shaking slightly. Frank had bounced back in an unbelievably short time, which either meant that Chris was a magician or that Frank was still hurting. A lot.

I jumped when my phone rang and I picked it up quickly, drying my eyes. “Hey Frankie..”
“Hi,” he mumbled, his voice small.
“Did you have a nice dinner?”
“I guess.”
I sighed quietly, twirling my hair around my finger. “I read the file, Frankie.”
There was a short pause.
“I wish I could cuddle the shit out of you right now,” I murmured, rubbing my forehead.
Frank sniffed and took a deep breath. “I'm okay.”
“You don't sound okay. Do you want me to go over there? It's only..” I glanced at the clock. “It's only seven. I could be there for a couple of hours.”
Frank sniffed again, whimpering.
“Please.”

I climbed into bed with Frank, pulling him close to me slowly. He buried his face in my neck and I just held him for a while, stroking up and down his back. “You're okay, Frankie. You're safe now,” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. “I'm not letting anything happen to you, and neither will Chris..”
Frank started to shake and I sighed, lifting his chin. I wiped the tears off his cheeks as he stared at me, his expression beyond sad. “Oh Frankie,” I mumbled, kissing his forehead. “It's okay..”
I kissed him softly, pulling him closer to me and stroking his hair as he kissed back desperately, his lips salty. He broke away suddenly and buried his face in my chest again. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair again, picking my phone up from the bedside table. I opened Chris's contact and pressed the text button.
Me, 19:17:
Frank won't stop crying and idk what to do??
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door and Chris slipped in, looking worried. “What's going on?”
I shrugged, still stroking Frank's hair slowly. “I don't know, he just won't stop crying..”
Chris sighed and walked over, squeezing Frank's shoulder gently. “Frankie? What's got you so upset?”
Frank lifted his head slightly, but didn't say anything as he pressed himself closer to me. Chris smiled sadly and shook his head. “I think he's just overwhelmed, Gerard. He gets like this sometimes and you just kind of have to wait it out. Sometimes singing to him helps, he likes that. Hey, Frank?”
Frank nodded almost imperceptibly, his fingers curling against my side.
“Alright. Thanks, Chris. We’ll be okay, I think. I have to go home in about an hour and a half, though.”
“Okay. Well, let me know when you head out and I'll walk you back.”
I smiled at him and watched him leave, shutting the door behind him quietly.
Frank shifted, sniffling. I ran my fingers through his hair again. “Shh, baby. Um. I don't know many good songs..”
He started to shake again and I sighed, hugging him tighter. “When the rain is blowing in your face..”
By the time I'd finished the song, Frank had relaxed, his breathing more even. He lifted his head and kissed me, spreading his hands on my cheeks.
I blushed, kissing back eagerly as he rolled me onto my back, leaning over me. I tensed slightly, waiting for him to roll his hips or break away to lift up my shirt, but he just kept kissing me, his body hovering over mine. When he finally broke the kiss, he collapsed next to me, holding my hand tightly. “I'm scared, Gee.”
I rolled onto my side quickly, stroking his chest. “Of what?”
“Loving you. Having sex with you..”
“Well...we don't have to do any of that, then. We haven't been together long, I doubt we'll be in love just y-”
“I love you.”
I hesitated, Frank's voice was so soft and shaky I thought I must have heard him wrong.
“I love you,” he repeated. “I do. I love spending time with you and being around you. You're such an amazing person..”
“Frankie, I-”
“I'm not in love with you yet. But I love you.”
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I'm not sure how I feel yet, Frankie. I'm sorry.”
Frank smiled faintly, turning his head to face me. “Don't be sorry, it's okay. People reach different emotions at different times.”
I nodded slightly, kissing his cheek. “I do care about you, Frank. A lot.” He blinked slowly. “I know.”
I ran my fingertips down his arm, slipping my hand into his and squeezing gently. “I wish I could make all the pain go away, Frankie,” I murmured, watching him as he looked away.
“I don’t know if it’ll ever go away completely.”
I sighed and kissed his cheek again. “Don’t think like that, Frankie. It will one day.”

I shrugged my coat on, glancing up at Chris as he walked over. “He’s asleep,” I said quietly. “I’m not sure if he’ll stay asleep for long, but he seems relaxed for now.”
“Thanks,” Chris smiled, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’m glad you came over.”
I opened the front door and slipped out, Chris following me and shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could.
“He said he loved me today,” I mumbled, tugging my hood up and shoving my hands in my pockets. “I didn’t know what to say.”
Chris shrugged. “That’s the problem with Frank. He keeps getting hurt because he just...cares too much. Not that, y’know, I think you two are a bad couple, I just worry because he’s never really loved anyone who loved him back.”
I sighed, rubbing the side of my face. “It’s not that I don’t care for him, I love him as a friend, I know that. I’m just not there yet romantically.”
He smiled at me and shrugged again. “And that’s okay. You can’t force something like that. Just let it happen.”
“I’m frightened.”
“Of what?”
I looked up at him and bit my lip softly. “Everything. I’m scared of him loving me, and what if I never love him back? I’m scared of what happens when he wants more from me.”
“What kind of more?” Chris asked softly, slowing down slightly.
“Sex,” I answered bluntly, looking down at the ground.
“Why?”
I shrugged, stopping just after he did. “Because I’m different.”
“What kind of different?”
I glared at him. “I’m intersex, I told you.”
Chris nodded calmly. “Yes, but there’s lots of different kinds of intersex.”
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He smiled, walking me to a bench nearby and sitting down. I stood for a while, glaring at him, then sighed and sat down next to him.
“Look at me, Gerard. Frank does love you, and he knows what it’s like to be forced to do something you don’t wanna do. If you say no to him, he will stop. Do you understand?”
I nodded slightly, not really looking at him. “There’s nothing to be scared of, Gerard. Sex is...it’s different for everyone, yeah? And I know it might be particularly different for you, but Frank can be patient. It might be awkward and weird and embarrassing the first couple times, even painful, I’m not gonna lie, but you’ll get through that phase and then when it’s more natural for you and him, you’ll start to enjoy it a lot more. Everyone has a bit of a tricky start, it’s normal. Losing your virginity is not usually very pretty.”
I rubbed my eyes, a little shaky. “You’re a lot more open about this than my parents.” Chris nodded, tucking his hair behind his ears.
“I have to be. I have to talk to kids about sexual abuse and rape and protection and all that stuff, it’s part of my job. And there’s no point beating around the bush when I’m talking to Frank, because he’s been there and done it. If I know Frank as well as I think I do, you don’t need to worry about your first time. He lost his virginity by force when he was eleven, and I doubt they were gentle with him. He’ll go over the top to make your first time perfect, I’m sure. Just be glad at least one of you knows what you’re doing.”
I giggled shyly and shrugged. “So you’re not worried about...us?”
“Of course not. Frank’s nearly an adult and there’s no point in trying to control what he does in the bedroom. He’s not an idiot, he knows how to use a condom, and I know he’d never hurt anyone.”
I blinked, running a hand through my hair slowly. “Okay. I don’t think my parents would say that about me.”
Chris chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a little younger, Gerard, and a little more vulnerable. I’ll have a chat with your parents about this, yeah? I don’t really care what Frank does, but if your parents are worried about it, I’ll talk to him.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, please. I want...I want to make my own choice. I don’t want my parents to control what I do with my body. I’m not stupid enough to do anything unsafe with Frank.”
He narrowed his eyes and sighed. “I have to at least let them know what’s going on between you two. I can’t let you and Frank do something under my roof that’ll get you in trouble. I’m a responsible adult, unfortunately.”
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay. I understand.”
Chris rubbed my shoulder lightly, smiling at me. “Do you feel a little better about things?”
I nodded again, flashing him a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. Let’s get you home.”

I was getting ready for bed when Mum slipped into my room.
“Gerard? Can we have a talk?” I nodded slightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, already figuring it would be about my conversation with Chris.
“Frank’s...dad stayed for a while after he dropped you off. He said some stuff about you guys dating?”
Mum walked over, sitting down next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into her slightly. “Yeah. We um. We’ve been kissing and holding hands and stuff. He’s really sweet.”
She sighed and stroked my hair. “Chris was talking about you guys taking it further...are you planning on it anytime soon?”
I shrugged, looking down at my lap and fiddling with my fingers awkwardly. “I don’t know. I’m a little scared to and Frank...he’s not overly interested in sex.”
“But do you want to?” I blushed and rubbed my eyes. “I had a dream about him...I guess I do want to, I’m just nervous..”
Mum brushed the backs of her fingers down my cheek. “I wish you weren’t growing up so fast, Gerard,” she murmured. I smiled sadly and shrugged. “But look...I know you’ve had the talk and all and Chris says he trusts Frank to be sensible..but I still want you to tell me, yeah? If you’re planning on it or if you do it. I’m not gonna tell you not to, but I want to be there for you. Do you want to have a talk with your doctor?”
I shook my head slightly. “No, I’ll be okay. I want to figure this out on my own. Frank has condoms and stuff, I promise we’ll be safe. And I don’t think we’re going to do anything anytime soon anyway. He’s still going through some stuff.”
She nodded and kissed my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ears. “Just be careful, Gerard. I’d better let you get to bed..I love you.”
“I love you too, Mum,” I smiled, watching as she got up, blowing me a kiss before walking out. I turned the light off and climbed under the covers, curling up. I eventually drifted off to sleep, still thinking about Frank.

Notes

I hope the smut wasn't too terrible, there will be more coming up. I have some stuff written and some stuff planned for this story that I don't think you guys are gonna like much...
And I noticed the rating has gone down again so I'd just like to repeat that if you have any criticisms, I'd really really like to hear them.
Thanks!