Chapter three. Short 'n sweet. I'm no good at smut, though. Go read a different story if you don't like this one. -shrug-

Hours passed, Frank's mom came home, and my eyes got all droopy. We were playing Guitar Hero III, and I could barely remember how to open my eyes back up every time I blinked.

"Woah, Gee. You look tired." Frank said. He must've glanced over at me while my eyes were shut. It didn't matter, though. I knew One by Metallica inside out.

"S'cuz I am." I mumbled, mastering the solo halfway in with my eyes almost closed.

"Sleep, then."

"You're awake. I'd feel guilty."

"I wouldn't stay up much past you, Gee. Don't worry."

I smiled a little bit. I was too sleepy to smirk. "Mm." I murmured.

I don't remember how long it took me to fall asleep, but I do know it was before the song was over. That's how tired I was. I woke up, though, in the middle of the night. As was customary in my life at that time, I felt Frank looking at me. I rolled over and laughed at his wide eyes trying to see me in the dark. "Whussup?" I slurred, my voice thick with sleep.

"Nothing. Looking at you."

"You do that a lot, don'tcha?"

"Mhm. Sorry to wake you."

"S'no big. What time is it?" I yawned. Ugh. Baaaad breath.

"Like, three."

"Frank! You've been up since like, eleven!"

"Eh. You're entertaining, sleep-talker."

I let my heavy head fall on his bed again. "What was I saying?"

"How much you enjoyed my cock in your mouth."

I laughed a belly laugh, not caring who heard me. "No, seriously."

"Oh, um… well you were just babbling, really. I couldn't make much out."

"Ah. I gotta pee." I stated.

"Thanks for sharing." I couldn't see Frank rolling his eyes, but I knew he was.

"Mm." I hopped off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Frank's house was oddly quiet at night. It was almost scary. I tend to notice these things when I'm going to the bathroom, I'm weird like that, I guess.

I was halfway done washing my hands when I saw the doorknob turn. I jumped, grabbing an aerosol can for defence. Not because it was efficient, because it was there. Ah, shit. My hands were slippery. I'd probably drop the damn hairspray. Damn you, Aloe hand soaps!

The door opened a crack, and I gasped at the figure slipping through it. This was the end! I love you, Mommy, I thought, scared out of my mind.

"Gee, it's just me." Frank whispered.

"Frank?!" I hissed. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Good thing we're in a bathroom then, huh?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. Smartass. Smartass who sat up on the counter beside me, pulled my face towards him and crushed his lips on mine. It almost hurt, the way he was gripping my cheekbones. Though hurt was secondary to pleasure in that moment. Then I remembered my horrible breath and instantly pulled my face away. Frank didn't let go, so I settled to lean my forehead against his and breathe downward. "Morning breath, sorry." I laughed.

"Mine's no better." Frank stuck a hand under my chin and forced me into another one of his amazing kisses. Though it's not 'force' if the victim is willing, is it?

We were kissing loads, and magically lost our shirts on the floor. I was barely aware of anything except for Frank's desperate, groping hands all along my bare back, and he found this spot on the back of my neck that got a moan out of me so he persisted with his thumb, oh, my God. I tried my best to find an equal spot for him, though nothing got as much of a rise out of him as he was getting out of me. Speaking of rise, well, ahem… the 'rise' in question was getting pretty fucking uncomfortable. Lucky Frank got to sit down, and he'd gotten the chance to change into pyjama bottoms. Damn. Ouch. Severe discomfort. Stupid skinny jeans. I was never wearing those pants to Frank's again, no matter how great they made my ass look.

"You okay?" Frank asked.

No. "I'm fine." I said, lying through my teeth.

Frank giggled and nodded downwards. "No, you're not. D'you want somewhere to put that?"

My eyes got wide in shock. "Like…where?"

Frank hopped down off the counter to get something from the cupboards at the bottom of the sink. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" he sighed.

"Well, maybe, I…" I trailed off. I knew what he meant, but nerves tied my tongue.

"You're gonna need these." Frank's left hand shot up, holding a box of Trojans and some, gulp, lube. But it was purple… I think Frank noticed me eyeing the tube. "It's grape. Smells good, tastes better. I could honestly live off this stuff. It's multipurpose, you see."

He tossed me the stuff he was holding. I tried not to drop anything with my shaking hands. "Where are we gonna, um…"

Frank walked over to the edge of the bathtub and straddled it as he lay down on his stomach. "Here."

I gulped, definitely audibly, and padded over to him. I had no fucking clue what to do. I swear, Frank was in my head, because he said "You're gonna have to lube up your fingers and use them first, sorry. I'll do the same later."

LATER?! "Gotcha." My voice was collected, much unlike my insides. He took care of pulling his waistband down enough. That sinister fuck went commando! I laughed quietly. He was right, too. Grape lube smells really, really good. I heard him make a noise when I started, but not a good one. Must've hurt. I felt pretty bad, so I went really slow. His pained sounds became less, so I asked "Umm, okay, you ready?"

"Uh-huh." Frank's reply was high-pitched and muffled. Did he have his fist in his mouth?

I opened the black box he'd tossed me. Ribbed for her pleasure? That's a laugh. I tore open the packet with my teeth, just like they do in the movies. Matter of fact, if it weren't for that, I'd never know what to do with one of these things. Eww, it was slimy. Frig. I rolled it onto myself, trying to touch it as little as possible.

If Frank's pained whimpering worried me before, well, now you would have thought he was dying. He made this little choking noise, like air was caught in his throat. He must have been biting though his fist! Or something close to it. After I was done, I'd have to check him for blood and teeth marks. Poor thing. I went really, really slow at first, much as it agitated me to do so. Every bone in my body wanted me to make noise, and go as fast as physically possible, but I couldn't hurt Frank. After a few minutes, he wasn't so stiff as he had been, he loosened up and seemed to be enjoying it more than me.

I heard him gasp and pant a little bit, around the same time I started doing that, too. It worked out nicely, actually. I rolled over and lay down in the empty tub, panting like I'd ran a hundred miles.

It was no more than a few minutes when Frank turned over to smile at me. "Okay," he whispered. "Now it's your turn."

The light through Frank's window woke me up, though his snoring should have. Kid sounded like a bullhorn! I yawned, stretched out, and checked the time. Half past one. Jesus! I slept forever. Though I had about an hour up from three to four. Mm. I smiled in spite of my tiredness, thinking of what'd happened hours prior. We checked to see if his mom was asleep after we were finished, and she was sleeping soundly. Like, sawing logs. It was crazy.

I poked Frank's rib and his eyes fluttered open. "G'morning, love."

I felt my face go hot. "Hi there. How'd you sleep?"

"Fantastically. You?"

"Mm." I sighed, contentedly.

I slid out of the bed, surprised that I was wearing a pair of Frank's pyjama pants. I didn't remember putting them on. Though, the memory of putting on pants wasn't so important compared to what I did when my pants were off. "You wanna come over to my place?"

"Sure." Frank smiled.

Both of us got properly dressed, stopping for kisses in between tasks. Frank told his mom where he was headed and she made us both sandwiches. That was pretty cool, very motherly, you know?

The bus ride to my house was short, and my mom started, well, basically coddling Frank the second he walked in the door, like usual. My mom goes crazy when I get friends, really. It's probably because I used to be the weird loner kid in junior high. Everyone was off doing their thing with their friends and I was drinking and drawing. Ha, that sounds kind of funny. But it's true.

"Hey, Mrs. Way." Frank mumbled to my mom's shoulder when she took him in for a hug.

"Hi, Frank! How are you?" My mom asked, enthusiastically. Christ, if only she loved me that much.

"I was good, but now I'm a little sore." Frank rubbed his arm, smirking at my mom.

"Sorry. Anyway, Gerard, you have a dentist appointment."

"Aw, shit. When?" I was bummed. Call me crazy, but I hate having people's fingers in my mouth.

"Now."

"What?!"

"You have good timing. Now, in the car. Ehhhm, Frank, you can stay here and talk to Mikey."

Frank gave me a pleading look. He'd never exactly spent quality time with my little brother. I would bank on him never having said two words to the kid. "Can't he come with us, mom?"

"No, he'd be bored."

"Alright. Sorry, Frank. Mikey's over in his room but you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to. I'll see ya."

Frank opened his arms for a hug. In front of my mom. Wow, that was great social interaction. I decided I'd need to teach him timing. Though I did take the hug. I didn't really want to pass that up. My mom pulled me out the door, and I felt bad for Frank the whole time.