Gerard's POV

That morning, I caught up with Frankie so we could walk together. "So, did you tell your parents?" I asked Frankie.
"Yeah, my mom was shocked but she didn't get mad,"
"And your dad..."
"He didn't take it so well at first, but I'm still alive," He smiled a sad smile. I put my arm around his waist and he put his head on my shoulder. He looked up into my eyes and moved his head off my shoulder. He leaned closer to kiss me. I also leaned in closer. His mouth parted and I parted my mouth too. We kissed, our tongues entering each others mouths before I lips even touched. We had stopped walking, but I didn't notice until someone yelled fag. I didn't care because every moment I was with Frankie was work all the harsh comments and all the beatings. Every time we kissed, the world would stop.

He pulled away, smiling, happy this time. "I love you, did you know that?"

I nodded, "I love you too Frankie," we kept walking, not wanting to be late for school.

Frank's POV

Today, for lunch, Gee and I decided to sit outside, under a tree. We didn't talk much, just enjoyed each other's company. But there was something at the back of my mind. I just had to ask, "Hey babe? Have you ever...had sex?" he looked up at me, shocked at my question.
"Uh, no I haven't. I almost did once, with a girl at a party. Why do you ask?"

I looked down at my sandwich. "Well, you tried to with me, but I...I was kind of scared to. You didn't even hesitate. It seemed like you have done it before,"
"Nope. I just knew what I wanted." We both looked up into each other's eyes.

"Would you like me differently if I hadn't stopped us?" he came real close to me. He held my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"Frank Anthony Iero, I will always love you no matter what. If we do it or not, I will always love you the same, don't ever forget that," I nodded, believing what he said. He kissed me, but only a peck on the lips.

Gerard's POV

Of coarse I want to have sex with Frankie, but he meant more to me than just that, so much more. Our day went by as it normally would. After school, he was coming over to my house. We walked home; first to his house so he could drop off his backpack and books, then we went straight to my house. We said hello to Mikey and Alicia who were eating snacks in the kitchen. We went up to my room. Frankie fell back onto my bed, throwing a beanie sack into the air and catching it.

"You know what, Gee? I think I'm ready. I wasn't quite sure at first but now I know."
"What? No, you are not. Believe me babe, I would love to but you would be making a big mistake,"
"What! How could you say that? I'm sixteen and I love you! That's not going to change! Why would it be a mistake? I know what I want; I want you, every bit of you. I want to know every part of you," he seemed very serious about it; I could tell he wasn't going to give this up.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure. Can we? Please gee? Now?" He looked at me with those beautiful eyes, how could I say no?

"If you say so..."
He smiled like a little kid when they get what they want. He jumped and started kissing me. He reached down to my crotch. "Whoa there cowboy, take it easy," I've never seen him like this.

He sneaked his hand up my shirt and in my pants. "Are you sure you want me to take it easy?" he asked, in a sexy voice. I leaned back on the wall, letting him seduce me. I wasn't wearing a belt so it was easy for him to. I undid my pants making it even easier. He reached into my boxers, feeling me. I let out a little moan, not wanting to be too loud; I didn't want Mikey to hear. I let my pants fall down below my knees. I leaned my head back and he started kissing my neck, his hands still in my boxers, still feeling me but harder and faster now. He was great. We had hardly started and the pleasure was already too much. I let out a louder moan this time, not being able to control it. "Oh frank!" he stopped kissing my neck and looked up at me. I could tell he felt accomplished from the grin spread across his face. I shook off my pants, kicking them across the room. I reached for his hand in my boxers. I took out his hand.

He looked confused, "I thought you wanted me to," I put my fingers on his lips, shushing him. I held both his hands, trying to push him back on my bed. He knew what I was doing and he let go of my hands. He took off his pants and threw them in the corner of the room, boxers still on.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me back on my bed, on top of him. We made out for a little bit, our tongues constantly colliding. He paused for a second to take his shirt off. I started to kiss his neck. Moving on to his chest. Then lower, to his bellybutton. I bit the edge of his boxers, slowly pulling them off. They slid off under his knees. Frank held my head in his hands, burying his fingers in my hair, urging me to just do it. I licked it, teasing him, and was about to suck, but then someone opened the door. "Fuck! Oh god! Oh god oh god oh god. What the fuck!" It actually wasn't Mikey this time, it was Alicia. "Ohhh, sorry guys. Gerard you really need to lock this door," She giggled and walked out, closing the door behind her. Frank had pulled up his boxers.

"She really needs to learn to knock," I said.

"What did she want anyways?" Frankie asked. I shrugged, honestly not knowing.

I then said, "So, you're pretty nice down there,"
"You're not so bad yourself," he winked at me.

Since the mood was completely killed, thanks to Alicia, we just made out in our boxers for a little while longer. When we paused for a little, we just sat and talked. "We kind of got close," Frankie said.
"Yeah, but not quite 'all the way'. But we still had fun," he grinned at what I said and licked air with his tongue.

He glanced at the clock, "Shit! It's getting late, I should get home before my parents do,"
"Alright," I sighed, wanting him to stay longer. We both got our clothes back on, forgetting to do so before. I walked him downstairs, to the door. "I don't get why you have to leave, it's a Friday night,"
"I'll call you tomorrow," he tapped my butt, wanting me to stop complaining.

I grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a kiss. "Bye Frankie,"
Bye," he winked at me one last time and left.

I closed the door behind him. "So, you had fun, I hear," I jumped. It was Mikey.
"Can you please tell your girlfriend to knock," he chuckled at my comment.
"Sure bro. So, how was he?" I punched him in the arm, smiling.

"Shut up, douche,"
"Diner is ready in a few minuets. I made hotdogs for Alicia and I, want some?"
"Sure, whatever. Thanks," I then ran upstairs, fell onto my bed and imagined that Frankie was still here, in my room, with me.