Dirty little secret

Gerard's nails dug into Frank's back, and Gerard began to whine. "Frank, more, please!"

Frank grunted and thrusted into Gerard again, this time hitting directly into his prostate. Gerard moaned and his vision began to cloud, he saw white, and he felt that warm feeling rise in the pit of his stomach.

Frank slammed in again, and again, and Gerard knew he was seconds away from cumming. Gerard drew out one last moan as he clenched around Frank's member, and Frank came almost simultaneously with Gerard.

Frank reached over and grabbed a tissue, wiping Gerard's cum off of his chest, then tossing it in the little garbage can by Gerard's bed.

Frank then pulled out of Gerard, and Gerard whimpered at the emptiness. Frank then laid down on the other side of the bed, turning on his side so his back was facing the wall.

Gerard scooted over closer to Frank, wrapping his arm around Frank and asking quietly, "Why don't we cuddle afterwards anymore, Frankie?"

Frank almost chuckled at Gerard's nickname for him, but sighed instead. "Idunno, I'm just tired, that's all."

"Oh." Frank felt Gerard shrug, then cling closer to him and soon enough, Gerard fell asleep.

Frank got up shortly later, removing Gerard's arm from him in the process, and tip toed over to where his clothes lie, and picked up his t-shirt.

It smelled fine, so he shrugged it on, then decided to borrows some of Gerard's boxers. He went over to Gerard's dresser, and pulled out a pair of red boxers.

Frank shrugged, and put them on, knowing that Gerard would love anything he wore, especially if it was Gerard's.

Gerard then woke up, rubbing his eyes and yawned. "Morning, baby." Frank smiled slightly and mumbled, "Hey, gorgeous."

Gerard cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong?"

Frank began to feel nervous, "Well, I have to go.. My mom's probably really worried."

"Well," Gerard said, "If she knows you're here, she won't mind if you stay just a little longer."

Frank didn't say anything, and looked anywhere but at Gerard, Gerard's messy room suddenly becoming more interesting.

Gerard sighed, "You didn't tell her about us yet..." Frank suddenly became defensive, "Well, it's not that I don't want to, I love you, but if she found out... She'd disown me."

Frank felt tears prick in his eyes, and he hated feeling so weak. Gerard got up from the bed, the springs squeaking slightly as he did so, and made his way over to Frank.

Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank's waist, and buried his face in the crook of Frank's neck, mumbling against Frank's pale white skin, "Frankie, I'm sorry. I know I keep pushing you, I just want to let everyone know about us, you know? I came out a while ago, and I don't know how much longer I can do this."

Frank nodded, and then wrapped his arms around Gerard's neck, his fingers playing with the hair on the back of his lovers neck. "I'll tell her today, okay?"

Gerard pulled back to look at his boyfriend, and grinned. "Really? You promise?"

Frank smiled, "Yeah, darling. Anything for you."

Gerard hugged Frank tightly, grinning from ear to ear. Frank chuckled, then pushed Gerard away softly. Gerard looked hurt, "What is it?"

Frank laughed softly, then said, "Well, you're still naked, and it's hard for me to control myself, 'cause you're so damn sexy."

Gerard blushed, then looked down at his feet. "Oh... right. Sorry." Frank tilted Gerard's head up, and kissed his lips softly.

Gerard knew Frank had to go, and he pouted. "Come over later after you tell her? We can go out to dinner if you'd like. My treat since you're telling her, that's a very hard thing to do."

Frank grinned instantly, then hugged Gerard quickly and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on. Gerard kissed Frank's cheek, then Frank ran up the stairs, and waved good bye to Gerard's mom, then stepped out into the warm summer breeze.

Frank smiled and thought to himself, 'today is great so far.'

Frank couldn't wait until he saw Gerard later, and Frank wound up running home with excitement. As soon as he was on the porch step, his breathing became unsteady, and his heart raced in his chest.

Frank was so excited for later, that he hadn't come up with a plan for how he was going to tell his mother.

Frank was forming a plan in his head, when the front door opened and his mom appeared in front of him in the doorway. "Oh, hey sweetie. Back from your friend's house already?"

Frank knew he couldn't lie to his mom again, and he felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. "Well, about my friend, Mom.. Well, I have to talk to you about him."

His mom looked confused, but shrugged and moved out of his way so he could enter. Frank stepped inside his tiny little home he shared with his mother, and went into the kitchen.

Frank was startled to see his mom's boyfriend sitting at the table, mug in hand, but he figured his mom would shoo him away so they could talk.

His mom's boyfriend looked up and said "Sup, kid."

Frank nodded, and then sat down as far as he could from him; he never liked his mom's 'boyfriend', and decided when he first saw him that he'd never like him.

Frank's Mom came into the kitchen, her slippers scuffing across the tile as she sat on her boyfriend's lap, looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, can't he go for a sec while we talk?..."

She looked at him, then back at me and shrugged. "He's now a part of this family, I don't see why he can't stay. Whatever you have to tell me, you can say in front of him."

Frank sighed, and knew he had to tell his mother eventually, so he cleared his throat. "Well, um, I'm gay."

Frank's mom acted like she hadn't heard him, and asked, "What?" Frank's newfound 'dad', got up and pounded on the table with his fists, "What did you say, fag?" Frank assumed he already heard him, hence the name calling, but cleared his throat again.

Frank's face flushed a deep red, and he mumbled, "I'm, um, gay.."

He made his way towards Frank, lifting him up off the chair by his shirt then threw him across the kitchen floor, the back of his head hitting the wall.

He groaned, then tried to scramble away when he saw a blurred figure move towards him again, but it was no use.

He was weak, and he had to succumb to doing nothing to protect himself.

He felt a blow in the side of his head, then in the ribs and he swore he heard bones breaking.

Red began to cloud his vision, and he heard screams in the background, not sure who's voice it was, as he blacked out, feeling every sting as he faded into the blackness.

So, this is just a chapter to start off my next longer-ish fanfic. Hope you guys like it so far, I shall have the next chapter up later c: ~Brittany