This was going to be a one shot, but i wanna write a story.
Disclaimer - I don't Own MCR... because muh daddy said it was rude to keep people in boxes under muh bed :(
Chapter One - 'La, la la la, Warm it Up'
Frank fell in love with the boy next door.
Through his window he'd admire the boy from afar.
He was beautiful.
Never in a million years had Frank though of a boy beautiful.
He'd been completely straight, up until he'd caught a glance of bare golden skin.
It started off rather innocently...
Frank had been leaning out his window one afternoon after school, enjoying a smoke. As he watched the smoke drift slowly into the open air, admiring the way the setting sun had caused the elaborate patterns of the silver smoke to sparkle, he'd suddenly heard singing.
Peaking around, Frank discovered that he wasn't the only one enjoying a cigarette.
A boy, around his age, sprawled across his bed sheets, singing and taking long drags on a Marlboro.
Frank could see right into the boy's bedroom through his large open window.
He had a long limber body, golden skin shadowed by the fading twilight. He lay in tattered boxer shorts that barley hung on his narrow hips, and had more holes in them then not. His long legs where bent and spread wide open for anyone to see. His bare arms lay above his head, except for his right hand that occasionally brought the lit cig to his thin pink lips. The immodest way he just laid there, like he was waiting for a lover to show up, fascinated Frank.
From what Frank could see the boy's hair was soft black, cut to reach past his ears and soft blond roots twinned with the raven, it looked good, although it would probably look stupid on anyone else.
His eyes looked dark, framed by thick lashes, and curled like raven's feathers as they fluttered gently against the pale curve of his cheek.
He sang a popular song from the radio, but it was way off tune, and rose and fell at the wrong times, it sounded quite wonderful.
Bringing his cig to his mouth, Frank allowed his eyes to roam over the boy's body again, as he blew out a prefect smoke ring it drifted toward the boys open window, casually floating into his bedroom going unnoticed.
As Frank found his eyes lingering on the boy's hip bones, wondering how the skin would feel between his fingers, he found his face heating up dramatically.
"Holy hell!" Frank exclaimed loudly, glancing down at his bright red skinny jeans he found that he had a Not-So-Little-Problem. "What the fucking am I doing?"
Crushing out his cig he flicked it out the window, and quickly slammed his window shut and pulled his blinds down.
Blushing madly, Frank realized that he'd been checking out a DUDE!
Stomping to his bedroom door he swung it open.
"MOMMY!" he yelled through his simple three bedroom house.
"Yes dear!" his Mother's voice sang back.
"I'm going crazy!" He informed her looking down at the bulge in his jeans.
"That's nice dear!" She answered.
"UGH!" he yelled slamming his door.
Damn Mom, he scowled and through his self on his bed to scream into his pillow.
After in lung died out, he flipped over on his bed, glancing at his 'problem' he sighed.
"Warm it up, Frank" He muttered to himself and began to rub his cold hands together before reaching inside his jeans to take a hold of his erection.
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The title of this chapter if from the song 'Milkshake' by Good Night Nurse
Love, HappyAss