Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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Friday is here. And our date is one and a half hours away. Shit. Mikey is helping me pick out a good outfit, all dressed up in his yellow and black striped shirt, with his crimson leather jacket. I've only been to the Bottlecap twice, but both times it was mostly high schoolers and college students.

"You haven't worn this one for like a month." He points to my black button up. "What if..." He picks up the other black item of clothing from my bed, laying it aside the button up. "You'd look perfect in that. Just get some tight-ass black jeans." I hold the pairing up to my chest in the mirror. I look almost... fancy. It's almost like a suit, bar the tie.

"I like it. Go pick out your shoes, Mikes." I tell him, and he backs out of the room to the stairs. I strip my hoodie off, spraying some deodorant (women's) on, then begin to button up the shirt. I'm sure to leave the top one unbuttoned, as I've made that mistake before.

Now I slip on my blazer-like jacket, smoothing out the few wrinkles in it. Not half bad. I keep on my jeans, fastening a belt around my waist at the tightest setting. They've fallen down before, luckily just as I was leaving my room, so I wasn't seen. My eyes search the room, landing in the corner where I have a few pairs of boots piled. I kneel down, throwing aside my doc martens, rainboots, and now landing on my calf-high black ones. I seem to be going for a theme here.

I glance at the clock. That was only fifteen minutes. Might as well do my hair. I grab my hairspray, turning to the mirror. I flip my hair around, probably looking like an idiot. When I stand straight, I run my hands through my hair and make a quiff-like style. I close my eyes as I spray my hair, ruffling my hair a little bit.

Wow. Still over an hour left. What should I do? I could always rent a motel, but we aren't that far into the relationship. Maybe soon. Actually, now that I think of it, this has got to be the first time I thought of Frankie in a sexual way. Good. I'm not jumping into things like I did with Bert.

Maybe I should get him a gift. Flowers. A tattoo gift card. A book. Wait. I could give him my hoodie. We'd be the perfect couple! I rush to my closet and fumble to the back, picking out an old Misfits sweatshirt. His parents are hard-core Catholics, so probably not the one with the skull on it. They're probably super patriotic, so I choose the Lady of Liberty hoodie, with Smashing Pumpkins written across her. Perfect.

I make a note to throw it into the backseat of my car. I'll hand it to him while I drive him back home. God, I hope he likes it.

Wallet, hoodie, keys, chap stick, and that's it!

- - -

I need to start driving at 5:50. It's 5:48. I can do this. "How are you getting to the Bottlecap?" I ask Mikey, and he tells me that Pete can drive. Alright. So I pop on some (cinnamon flavored) chap stick, check that I have everything I need, and jump into my car. The hoodie in the backseat, my wallet in my pocket.

Ten minutes later, I pull into his driveway. I'm just about to get out of the car when I see him rushing, angry looking, out of his house. Must've been a fight. My train of thought is knocked off of its track when he opens the door, sits down, and slams it shut.

"Hey, cinnamon." I purr, leaning in for a kiss. He pulls away before I make contact. "My parents might be watching. Can we go to the Hub first?" Oh. Well that makes sense. I'll respect his boundaries; I know how nice it feels. "Alright. Is everything going okay at home?"

He lets out a long sigh, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. "Yeah, they are just having some suspicions - which are correct, might I add - that I'm not Catholic. Like, I believe in God, but I don't think they should be worshipped." I nod, looking out the back window to check for cars behind me. "All you can do is deny and deny it. Out of curiosity, what do you think they would do if they found out you weren't? Or that you're gay?"

"Well, they would disown and kick me out." He says, and nothing else. I decide not the press it.

Finally. I pull into the parking lot and stop the car, leaning to kiss Frank once more. This time he doesn't pull away, but holds it. God, he tastes so good. I don't even know how to describe it. Just - ugh! Our lips move against each other for a few more moments before I pull away, getting out of the car.

"I've wanted to do that all day." I say, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth. "You tasted like cinnamon again. Why is it that you always taste like cinnamon?" He asks, while I hold the door open for him. "You love cinnamon, don't you? I have to please my boyfriend." I smile, and a blush erupts across his cheeks.

"I never thought I'd have a boyfriend." He says, but he's cut off by the employee asking us what we'll have. "I'll have a burger and a Caeser salad." Frank asks for a veggie burger, and I give the cashier the twenty two dollars he asks for.

Frank calls me over to a table in the corner, right next to the pinball machine. "Okay. I've been so excited to tell you this." Frank says, reaching across the table to hold my hands. "They're releasing the cast list at 6:30. On the school Instagram." Holy shit. I hope I got Aristotle! I hope Dante and Aristotle kiss.

"Right now it's.. 6:27." I smile, squeezing his hand. "Three minutes. Tell me about your day." He's just in the middle of telling me about his fight with his parents, when he trails off and yelps, "It's 6:30!" I immediately pull out my phone, tapping Instagram and the Belleville High post is at the top of my feed.

"Frank we got the parts!" I squeal, kissing his cheek. "Oh my gosh!" He laughs, thanking the waiter with dark lipstick for our food. "We'll have to ask Mikey about what happens in the book." I say, pushing the salad over to Frank. "What? I didn't order this." He asks me, to which I shrug. "I know how much you love Caesar salads. Go ahead." With a smile, he takes the fork I offer him.

- - -

God, that was fun. Frankie just looks so adorable when he eats, I was probably staring at him like a maniac the entire time. He wore a darkish jean jacket, but he took that off a few minutes ago, leaving his striped black and white shirt. At the moment, we're sitting in the backseat of my car, parked by some old K-Mart. His head is on my shoulder, and I'm dying to kiss him.

I squeeze his side a bit, making him erupt in giggles. Right when his face tilts up, I meet his lips with mine. I reapplied my chap stick a few minutes ago, so he should be loving this. A few moments, not enough, of kissing, and I lick his lower lip. I slide my tongue into his mouth as fast as I can, leaning Frankie back on the seat.

When I'm laying on top of him, I begin grinding on him. He lets out a long moan, only making me grind harder. His hands reach up to my shoulders, squeezing tight. I pull away from the kiss for a split second, taking in a bit of air before I go back in. This time I shove my tongue town his throat, making his hips buck up into mine. I can't help but groan at the traction, having not gotten action like this for a while now.

He breaks the contact, breathing heavily under me. "Shit, Gerard." I sit up, still straddling him, to unbutton my shirt. Too many seconds after I begin, my shirt is flung to the floorboards. When I look back to him, he's finishing taking off his t-shirt. God, I thought he would be hot, but not this fucking hot!

I lay my mouth just below his collarbone, beginning to kiss around before sucking on his chest. Keeping in mind that his parents can't see these. "Of fuck, Gee!" He gasps out, his hips bucking up to my chest, giving me an idea. I begin trailing down, past his pecks, past his bellybutton, stopping at his V-line.

"Shit, Frankie, Can I?" Glancing up I see him nodding, his fists clenched at his sides. My hands shakily undo his fly, pulling his jeans to his knees. Now that I can see his black boxers, my head rolls back as I let out a low moan, just thinking of what I can do to him.

My hands fumble with the seams of his boxers, now pulling down and freeing his leaking dick. Seeing him reminds me of how my own is pressing against my jeans. No time to waste now. I descend on him, feeling Frankie's hands reach down to tangle in my hair.

I begin licking the underside of his dick, jacking him off with my tongue. The small moans coming from Frankie's mouth keep pushing me forward, and I start bobbing my head. "Gee! I'm close!" He shouts out, so I dig my tongue into the slit of his dick.

"Gerard!" He screams, and his cum fills my mouth. I wait a second before pulling away, swallowing. He's still staring up at the ceiling, but him laying underneath me goes to my dick. Shit, I should probably take of that.

I undo my fly, pulling my pants down just enough to get my dick out. Once I do, I begin swiftly stroking myself, the twitches of my hand getting faster and faster. A few small moans escape my lips, while shivers shoot down my body. Soon, I throw my head back against the seat as I cum into my hands, a mix of curses and "Frank!" punctuating the action.

Frank slowly sits up, pulling on his boxers but nothing else. He sits crisscross, folding his hands by his ankles. I do the same, zipping my fly up and looking to him. "Let me just say that you tasted amazing." I say, staring at my cum covered hands. Frank seems to get an idea, as he reaches for my hand and lifts it up to his mouth.

He puts my fingers in his mouth, and I feel him weaving his tongue in and out of my fingers. Then he takes a long lick from my palm, closing his eyes as he does so. He looks so goddamn hot right now, with the sweat shining on his hair and wide eyes.

I take my hand back, folding it in my other. "We should probably get dressed." He says, reaching for his jeans. I nod, bending over the side of the seat to grab my Smashing Pumpkins hoodie. "Here, have this." I tell him, holding it out to him. He takes it in his hands, unfolding it to see the logo on the front.

"Aw, Gee." He smiles, unfolding I completely. "I love it, but you shouldn't have." I shake my head, gesturing for him to put it on. He does so, smiling when his head pokes through the hole. I begin buttoning up my shirt, talking to him as I do. "I'll take you home. It's only 9:30, so you shouldn't get in too much trouble."

I step out of the car, getting back into the drivers seat. He mirrors me, pulling out his phone to... "I'm texting my parents." He clarifies, as if having read my mind. How does he keep doing that? "Alright. Should I walk you in?" I ask, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Just park on the curb, please." He says, putting his phone in his pocket. "I'm in enough trouble as it already is. It'd be worse if they saw you walking me in." I nod, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. "Can you grab my phone? It has a red case - that's it - my password is 0409. Pull up my Spotify and put whatever you want on shuffle."

He does as told, setting my phone down once Gypsy Woman by Anarbor begins. I smile to myself, whispering the lyrics under my breath. Tonight was fun.

- - -

I gave Frank a hug goodbye, and watched him walk into his house. I could see in the door, and his parents are waiting in the hall. I wonder how Mikey's date went. I'll be sure to ask him; it was part of the deal.

Notes

OK so my dad has already disabled incognito on my laptop acc. so I got on my sis's acc. then he changed her password. then I got on my moms acc. then he changed HER password. so im currently typing this on my super controlling dads acc and very scared. I might not post again on here, but if he does change HIS password then i'll find a way to use my school laptop to post.
if I never post again im sorry ! !! my dad is super controlling!!!

ps if you wanna follow me on Instagram its @cassesdms

also a long chapter did you like