Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

About a week later, and I'm feeling absolutely great. I'm seeing Frankie act for the first time and he's actually really good. We're just now figuring out our similarities with the characters. We both absolutely love animals, and Dante and Ari save several injured birds. Mikey summed up the book, and Ari and I both have nightmares. Frank and Dante both love books and art.

I begin walking towards Frank's locker, seeing him take out his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. When he sees me watching him, he slams his locker shut and drops his phone. A look of fear spreads across his face. "Shit." He says, dropping to the floor to shove his phone into his pocket.

"You've been a little over the edge lately." I say, resting my arm over his shoulder. "Any particular reason? Wanna talk?" I steer us past the Lounge, while Frank adjusts his backpack straps. "I'd rather not. Maybe later?" I nod, squeezing his shoulder. "Need a ride?"

Frank shakes his head, pushing my arm off of his. "No." "Are your parents picking you up?" I answer, turning to face him.

"No. I-" He says. A few more attempts at a sentence escape his lips, before he bolts down the hallway. "Wait!" I yell, running after him. I nearly lose sight of him a few times; he's so short that he can duck in between friend groups. Moments later I see him in the nearly empty senior hall.

"Open, open, open, open, DAMN IT!" He screams at the door to the Lounge, kicking it when he can't open it. "Frank!" I slow down to meet him just as he throws open the door and slams it shut, locking me out. I bang my fists on the door, hopefully not gaining any looks from passing people.

"What are you doing in there?" I yell, my hands flattening against the hard wood. I hear a thud, a muffled scream, another thud, then a sliding noise. He must be sitting against the door, like they do in movies. I mirror him, drawing my knees to my chest. "Please just let me in. I don't know what's wrong or how to fix it."

"No... It's not you." His voice is muffled, but I can still hear the sadness, or even tears, in his voice. "If I let you in, you won't get mad?" What could possibly make me mad? He's the best guy in the world! I can't imagine a scenario where I'm the one getting mad.

"I promise." I begin standing up, and see Frank opening the door. He steps aside, and I step into the room to see an utter mess. Clothes are scattered on the floor, with a few bags. Even more crushed soda cans are laying on the floor. "Frankie, what have you been doing in here?"

"Living?" He chokes out a laugh, the door swinging shut behind him. "My parents found out, well, I told them because I had to. I was out before they could tell me to leave." So he came here. He didn't want me to know. "Honey, why on Earth would you not want to tell me?" I try to make my voice as soft as possible.

"Well," He says, while I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to my chest. "I was scared of what you would think of me. Maybe you'd think that I'm pathetic, and that I should fight to hold my ground. I don't know, I was just scared."

I kiss his scalp, rubbing his back and swaying in place. "You can spend some time at my house. I can sneak you in through my window. It could be nice. I'll sneak you food, too." He softly giggles, "I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You could never be a trouble to me."

- - -

I managed to sneak him in through the tiny window by my bedroom. Thank God I moved down to the basement. I explained to my questioning parents that I was having trouble getting gas, and that was why I was late. Now, Frank is laying on my bed and flipping through a comic. I'm flipping through my records. Disintegration, The Cure; Mirage, Fleetwood Mac; The Game, Queen. I pick the latter, putting it on the player and pressing play.

"Oh!" I smile when the piano starts on Play the Game, turning around and shaking my hips. "This is an amazing album, have you heard it?" When Frank shakes his head, I hold my hand out to him. "Come on. You've got to dance to this." With a roll of his eyes, he takes my hand and I pull him up.

"I don't know how to dance, Gee." He argues, trying to mirror my foot movements. "I'll teach you. You'll learn the girl part." "Hey!" "I don't make the rules!" I smile, gathering up the information. "Right foot back, then left. Bring your right to your left, then step forward with your left. Step forward right, bring right to left. Repeat."

I'm mirroring his movements the whole time, and soon we have a good rhythm going. I wait for the chorus to finish before asking him if he wants to start moving. When he says yes, I slowly start moving back, then making a loop around my room.

"How am I doing this?" He smiles, staring down at his feet. I start speeding up, earning a worried glance from my partner. "Easy as pie." I say, kissing his forehead. Maybe I should spin and dip him. I'm feeling a bit outgoing today; why not?

"I'm gonna spin you, you ready?" I ask, and Frank starts blabbing about how he's going to fall. "I'm not gonna let you fall, honey!" He nods, and I break the step pattern to take his hand and spin him around, then letting him fall into my spare arm. I dip him, leaning over him.

"How are you so good at this?"

"I'm a natural."

His hand finds the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to meet his lips. God-that was sudden. I'm not complaining. My hand moves to his neck by default, while he cups my face. Another One Bites The Dust comes on, and to fit the mood, I playfully nip at his lip.

I smile at his shocked face, then go back to kissing it. I'm about to slip my tongue into his mouth when his finds its way to my lips. I've never been on the receiving end of this. I part my lips, and his tongue cautiously enters my mouth. It takes a few seconds for him to build up the confidence to engage, but when he does... Oh my God.

We start a tongue fight, almost like we're fighting for dominance. A shiver goes down my spine, giving him the opportunity to win. As soon as I give in, his tongue shoots down my throat. I groan, the sound waves filling our mouths.

I'm getting a bit tired, so I slowly lower him to the ground. He flips us over once he can, straddling my groin. We break apart for a brief moment, which he takes the opportunity to slip his shirt off. "Fuck..." I mumble, staring at the small bulge in his pants. I wonder what it would feel like to have him fuck me in-

"Oh fuck!" I draw my words out when Frank rolls his junk against mine. "Hold on." He says, standing up and turning the music up even louder. "Take everything off, babe." He says, already undoing his belt. I stand up, taking my shirt off and then my pants, leaving me in my boxers.

"Everything!" Frank repeats, slipping his own pants off now. I obey, taking my boxers off and getting a brief glance at Frank before he slams me into the mattress. His hands go to my face, lifting my face to his. Our lips meet, tongues clashing. He grinds against me again, and my mouth opens for him.

He shoves his tongue down my throat again, and fuck I need to be touched. I reach a hand down to jerk off, but he catches me before I can. He breaks away for a moment to pin my wrists above my head, then begins kissing my jaw. His lips touch a few times in each spot, slowly getting lower and lower. Once he gets to my chest, he bites my nipple, shooting sparks through my body.

"Oh fuck!" I scream out, scrunching my eyes shut. He repeats the same process on my other nipple, leaving me a whimpering mess beneath him. When he's finished, he keeps on trailing down till he reaches my sore, engorged cock. He playfully licks the base of it, smirking up at me.

"I need you, d-no-Frankie!" Oh God I almost called him daddy. "Beg for it, princess." Oh my fuck he's into it. "Please, daddy! I want you!" "All you had to do was ask." He, very suddenly, takes me into his mouth, making me moan out. I feel him licking my underside, then he licks up to the base. "A-Ah!" I groan, my hands tangling in his hair.

"D-Daddy! I'm close!" I yell, my eyelids fluttering shut. Just when I feel like he's going to pull away, he digs his tongue into my slit. "Frank!" I scream, cumming hard into his mouth. Electricity shoots through my body, and my pulse thumps in my head. My hands go limp at my sides, my head turning to the side.

A dip in the bed signals that Frank is laying down too, now. I look over to him and see him jacking off, his eyes shut. "Shit..." He trails off when he cums, catching the milky liquid in his hands. He goes to the bathroom to wash it off, laying back on the bed when he finishes.

I reach over to turn the volume down so its just a whisper, though the record is ending soon. "Come here. I'm tired." I say, wrapping my arms around him and pulling his back to my chest. I bury my face in his neck, kissing it once before being satisfied.

My fingers trace patterns on his waist, and I discover something... odd. There are a few lines that stand out from his skin. Oh no. Oh please don't let this be what I think it is. My fingers stop when I realize the worst. I shift in my place so my mouth is right next to his ear. "Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever... hurt yourself? There are lines on your waist."

He doesn't answer, but I feel him nodding. "Why... Would you ever do that? I could go on for hours and hours about how perfect you are." I feel him shaking in my arms, so I pull the covers over us. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"No. I should." He sighs, turning to face me. "I- Uh. I had just found out that I'm gay. Thirteen years old. I try to subtlety ask what my parents think of that community. They say that they are the worst things imaginable, that they shouldn't be accepted in society. That's the first night I did it, I think."

I pull him to my chest, burying my teary eyes in his neck. "I'm so... sorry." I whisper, my hand still brushing over the lines on his waist. "Hey. It's not you that told me I'm going to hell." He half-laughs. I take my head out of his neck. "I should probably go have dinner. Stay down here, watch Netflix, I'll sneak some food down for you."

- - -

I think Mikey caught on to the fact that I'm hiding Frank in my room. He kept on giving my pointed glances across the dinner table. I signaled for him to talk to me after. So I'm waiting outside my room for Mikey to come down. I yell at Frankie, telling him to get dressed.

"Alright, why is he here?" Mikey says, jogging down the stairs. "I'll answer that when you tell me how you know." I say, and Mikey suppresses a smile. "It couldn't be more obvious. The loud music, the locked door. I came down here to ask you something when you wouldn't answer the phone, and I heard what I heard."

Shit. I run my hand through my hair. "His parents kicked him out. He needs a place to stay, but do our parents know?" Mikey leans against the door frame, crossing his arms. "I'd say no, but from now on keep it much quieter. No music, and no sex! At least not when they are home! But I need a favor."

I sigh, these are always the worst. "I'm gonna have Pete over a lot. Don't snitch on me, about anything!" He says. That is going to be much easier than what I thought he had in mind. "Deal?" He asks, holding out his hand. "Deal."

I walk into the room once Mikey leaves, closing and locking the door behind me. "Good news, my parents don't know. Bad news, Mikey does." Frank is holding a pillow, sitting cross legged on my bed. "I need to go shower. Wanna come?" I ask, rifling through my dresser for something that would fit him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Notes

ooh a longish chapter I wrote while listening to pretty. odd., sitting by a fire. tada please comment and rate I know its annoying but I'm begging you