I stared at him, blinking multiple times. Maybe I was hallucinating. Once I had assured myself that he was real, a smile spread across my face but then faded quickly I realised he was crying.

"He left me, Gerard. The fucking slut. He's no good for anything!" I pulled Frank through the door and embraced him, stroking his dripping wet hair as he sobbed into my shoulder. He looked up at me. I stared into his eyes; he was so beautiful. I hadn't realised quite how much I had missed him until this moment. I didn't fight the feeling any longer. I took his hands in mine and brushed my lips against his. I tightened my grip and pressed down to support myself as my legs began to fail to hold me upright. I missed this… missed him.

There was a gasp behind me. Mikey. I broke away swiftly.

"Hey, Mikey… Frank's back," I mumbled, still not wanting to let go of Frank's hands.

"Hey there, Mikey! Long time no see!" Frank said, smiling at my brother. Mikey's eyes flickered, showing an array of different emotions; anger, fear, sadness and a look of complete loss of hope. I saw his eyes become moist. He ran out of the room.

"MIKEY!" I yelled after him. I looked down at Frank, then into the doorway Mikey had exited through. I sighed in defeat. I could fix it with Mikey later… hopefully… but I didn't know how long Frank would stay this time. "Come on," I said, "Let's go downstairs and chat."


Frank sat on my bed, looking uncomfortable.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting next to him and taking his hand in mine once more, admiring the new tattoos he had across his knuckles.

"Well…" Frank said hesitantly. "When I moved away with Ray, we were happy with where we were. We had a lovely house. We were… Engaged," I winced. "But I got home from work one day… I knew things had been different… but he was with another guy… fucking him…" I dropped his hand, thinking to myself how similar his situation was to how he had left me. I wasn't sure weather to feel smug that he had gotten a taste of his own medicine, or sorry for the poor guy – who was obviously rather upset over the whole thing. "I ran away… stayed in a hotel for a week…. No clean clothes… no nothing…" he drew his knees up to his chest, his hesitant sentences becoming quieter, "I went back… Ray was begging me to stay… one time… packed my things… left… here… Gerard… I'm sorry for what I did to you." Frank broke down completely. He rolled onto his side and began shuddering, moaning as if he was in pain. I pulled him up and into my lap; I stroked his hair and made shushing noises.

Once he had calmed down, he sat up again. He glanced up at me with blood shot eyes, suddenly looking as uncomfortable as he had at the start.

"Gee… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come. You see… I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm catching a plane to England… start afresh, you know." I tensed up. My heart, that Mikey had helped to fix up, was re-breaking more and more every second. "I won't be coming back. So I came to say goodbye."

"WHAT?" I jumped up off the bed, startling Frank in the process. "You came here to FUCK UP MY LIFE SOME MORE and you have the nerve to leave me ag-" he silenced me by pressing his lips onto mine violently and pulling me in close. He may have been smaller than me, but he was strong and he restrained my feeble attempts to hit him until I relaxed into the kiss. He slipped his hands into the back pockets of my skinny jeans and squeezed. All thoughts of Mikey had vanished from my mind. I concentrated on making the most of what little time I had left with Frank.

He tore my shirt from my body, exposing my chest, and performed the same deft movement with his own. We stumbled in the general direction of my bed without breaking our lip contact. He pushed me down and straddled me, leaning forward to kiss me some more. Just half an hour before hand I had been on this bed with Mikey, pushing thoughts of Frank to the back of my mind – things seemed to have reversed. He broke away from my lips for a moment to whisper in my ear.

"I'll make this a night you'll never forget." His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans. I noticed immediately how clumsy he was in comparison to Mikey. I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thoughts from my memory. I gasped. My lack of concentration has allowed Frank to make his way down to my waist without being noticed. His tongue traced my hip bones, teasing me as he used to, before finally enclosing his mouth around me. I moaned. The faster he pumped and the more he licked, the louder my outbursts became. I felt myself about to cum, and apparently Frank did too. He giggled. "I'm good at sensing your climaxes aren't I?"

"YOU BITCH!" I exclaimed, smiling in entertainment.

"Well I'm not finished with you. Where's your lube and condoms? Top, left draw, right?" I nodded. Once Frank had lubed himself up, he spoke to me. "On your knees," he ordered. Fuck. He used to say that every time. I know what was coming. I happily obeyed. He straddled me from behind and entered me slowly. Fuck. God, I forgot how big he was! I revelled in the sensation, ignoring the fact that I was moaning far too loud.

"Oh FRANK," I moaned. I knew he liked it when I said his name. I could hear him behind me, muttering obscenities. It turned me on.

We were finished within a matter of minutes; he was obviously as desperate for it as I was. We lay in each other's arms for about 10 minutes. I couldn't help but think about how this would be the last time I would see Frank… forever. We lay back on the bed, breathing heavily. I curled up in a ball beside him and began to sob whilst clutching at his pale skin.

"Gee… what's wrong?" I wanted to hit him. How could he be so insensitive?

"What do you MEAN 'what's wrong?" I yelled into his side. "You're leaving me tomorrow, and you don't think there's anything wrong with that?" I looked up at him and I didn't see the same Frank that I had seen earlier. I saw the Frank that wanted to hurt me. The Frank that didn't care about how I felt. The Frank that didn't love me at all.

I stood up, picked his clothes up off the floor and threw them at him after locating my own and redressing myself. He looked stunned.

"Gee… What did I-"

"Don't GEE me Frank. I don't want to be your Gee. I'm NOT your Gee. I am Mikey's Gee. And I have some apologizing to do to that poor kid upstairs. I've broken his heart. And it's all your fault." Frank looked at me, his eyes apologetic. For once, I didn't melt. I think I was over him. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing but hate.

"Frank… Please leave me alone."

And with that, he left. I watched him walk up the stairs slowly. At the top he turned and looked at me, smiling slightly.

"I'll never forget you, Gee. And I'll always love you. I hope this won't be good bye forever."

"Just go." Was my short reply.