Teach Me To Love

17. I'll Be Your Muse

A/N: Warning: there is some strong romantic scenes in this. so be warned! Please tell me Whatcha think will happen next! I love you guys!

~Brush Brush My Fucking Hair

XoXog

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When I got home Linda was panicking about the condition of my face. I convinced her it was okay, but she cleaned my face up anyway.

"You know what today is." Linda said.

"Yea, I'll be leaving soon." I answered. Linda sighed and nodded. I went to my bedroom and packed a small bag. I even got my guitar ready. I figured I could play a bit for Gerard. I'd even attempt to stay out of his way, but he was everywhere.

A little while later, I left the house. I knew Dad would be home with some buddies in a half an hour. I walked to The End and walked up to Gerard's house. I could hear heavy music from the outside. I walked through the front door. I took off my shoes and put my bag and guitar on the couch in the livingroom. I went upstairs and opened the door to the art studio.

Gerard stood inside, a stereo blaring and the windows opened, it helped ventilate the paint fumes. He was intently painting to System Of A Down. His voice has such a strong Jersey accent. I closed the door quietly and stood by the sofa chair tucked in the corner beside a bookshelf full of sketchbooks.

Gerard started singing Coming Down by Five Finger Death Punch (I advise you to listen to that song and watch the music video. Its flipping amazing!) and I got a quiet step and moved behind him. I wrapped my arms around him. He twitched in surprise.

"Oh damn!" Gerard said, he spun around and faced me, he hugged me tightly. "I didn't hear you come in at all." Gerard said. He used his stereo remote and turned the volume down.

"I'm just that sneaky." I said, Gerard smirked at me. I looked at his work, it was a Phoenix, there were so many vibrant shades of reds and yellows. "That's amazing! It looks so real." I said. I looked up at him, one of his fingers brushed gently by my nose. I cringed.

"Damn I wish I could punch that kid." Gerard grumbled.

"Sorry, but you can't or you'll get in the most trouble." I said, Gerard sighed overdramatically.

"Can I draw you?" Gerard asked.

"Uh, sure." I said. "Naked though." I tested with a mischievous smile. Gerard actually blushed!

'You're joking right?" Gerard asked.

"Nope." I said, Gerard kissed my forehead. "I'm being serious." I told him. Geetard took me to his bedroom, he had a sketchbook in hand. He kicked his door closed and tossed his sketchpad down on the desk. He trailed his hands under my shirt.

"I have to pose you." Gerard whispered, he pulled my shirt off and kissed my chest. "You're leaving your boxers on, or I can't control myself." He breathed, he nibbled on my chest slightly. He undid my jeans and pushed them down until I steppes out of them. Gerard pushed me down onto the bed.

Gerard positioned me so the white sheets and blankets were pulled just up to the band of my boxers. He had one of my hands up on a bar on the steel headboard. My other hand rested on my stomach. He made me have my head tilted up and my eyes slightly closed.

"I'll try and go fast. I don't want you to stay still for so long." Gerard said, he sat down on the swivel chair at his desk. He had the chair facing me.

"Take your time, Gee." I told him. Gerard chuckled.

"I may not be able to though, Frankie." Gerard said, he had a seductive tone. I smiled at him, he was already sketching intensely while glancing up at me occasionally.

A while later Gerard groaned and stood up. He tossed the book down and walked to the foot of the bed. I looked at him with a curious look. He kind of sprang forward onto the bed, he landed in a way he was straddling me. I rested my hands on his hips and he looked down at me hungrily.

"Couldn't handle all this?" I asked with a joking tone. He shook his head, he kissed me lightly.

"You deserve something special." Gerard said, he kissed the corner of my mouth and then my jaw. "To make you feel better." He purred. He trailer open mouthed kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I kind of tugged on his shirt but he huffed laughter out of his nose. "Nope, sorry Frankie. You can't do anything to me." Gerard said, he kissed a bit over my collarbone and sucked on the skin a bit. I let out a slight moan.

"That's not fair." I said, Gerard ran his hands down my sides and I squirmed at his touch. He left a mark just below my collarbone and looked up at me through his dark hair. I would kiss him intensely, but my whole face was throbbing, he must've known that, and its why he wouldn't let me do anything for him.

"Its not fair in your mind." Gerard whispered, he pushed the blankets down off of me and kind of hovered over my lap. I couldn't help but to push my hips up against his and he exhaled sharply. Gerard pressed his own hips down against mine and I let out a deep groan. He went back to kissing my neck and my fingers gripped his hair tightly.

"Holy fuck Gerard." I groaned as he bit down lightly on my shoulder. His hands were dragging down my boxers. He did something crazy, the same thing I did to him two days ago in the shower. I honestly didn't last too long, and I did him the favor of pushing him off of me before I came. He gave me a grateful look and kissed my cheek.

"You're beautiful Frankie." Gerard whispered.

"Even with a fucked up face?" I asked with a scoffing laugh. Gerard leaned closer to my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

"Even with a fucked up face." Gerard breathed, he nipped my earlobe and flopped down beside me. I pulled my boxers back up and Gerard pulled the blankets up to our shoulders. I pulled at his shirt, Gerard complied and pulled it off over his shoulders and I snaked my fingers through his belt loops on his jeans.

"Off." I said in a slight ordering tone. Gerard smiled at me and moved onto his back, he undid his jeans, lifted his hips and pulled them off. He tossed them down onto the ground with a pile of my clothes.

"Better?" Gerard asked me, I nodded and reached out for him, I pressed my fingertips into his side lightly. He was so warm, I felt like I was cold or something. His muscles contracted against my touch. I slid my hand up his chest and scooted closer to his warm body. Gerard held me close and I closed my eyes listening to that sweet, sweet heartbeat of his. I drifted to sleep listening to him singing quietly to a song I didn't recognize, maybe he was making it up. Gerard...hell, he was perfect.

I think Gerard fell asleep as well. But...time passed, and around midnight, I remember glimspses of someone standing beside the bed, he had a white rag, it was definitely soaked in a chemical liquid. Chloroform. The person looked familiar, but it dwfinitely wasnt gersrd. I saw everything go black and my memory was shit after that.

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A/N: Whoah guys. What do you think happened and who do you think did that? What's gunna happen next? Will Frank be okay? Leave whatcha think will happen, in the comment! :)

I love you guys! Seriously. And I freaking love writing this, its so fun!

~Its Okay For You To Hate Me!

XoXog