Save Me From This Hospital Bed

Chapter 8

Gerard's P.O.V

I ate my salad slowly. Stealing a look at Frank every now and then. "How's the food?" I asked, smiling at him.
He smiled back at me. "Not bad actually." He said as he chewed on a tomato.
"Course it's not bad." I laughed. "Its only a fucking salad."
Frank laughed too.
Shit. Wrong move. Spotted. I sighed as I noticed people taking photographs of us.
Frank looked really uncomfortable. I'm not having this. I turned to the people with the cameras. "Look, guys." I said with a small smile. "As a....celebrity, I understand everything I do is news. But I'm asking as a human being. Please don't take anymore pictures of my friend. Not unless given permission to. And please don't mention him on multimedia sites. In return, I will do a signing and photography session, answering any questions that doesn't involve my friend. Is that a deal?" Frank stared at me in shock.
A short guy with green hair spoke up while everyone else nodded in agreement. "When?" He asked.
I frowned as I thought. "How about tomorrow at three pm in the park over there." I said, gesturing towards the window.
The guy nodded. "Can I ask one question now, then, please?"
I sighed. "Only one." I said. "I am trying to enjoy time with my friend, after all."
"I'm sorry." The guy said. "It's just....I was wondering what happened to your neck, wrist and your leg. My friends and I were worried."
I smiled. "I had a car accident." I said. "The cars totalled. The neck brace will be removed by the signing. I'm okay now though."
"I'm glad your okay, Mr Way." The guy muttered. "I'll leave you to your meal. And I'm sorry for bugging you."
I nodded and he walked away. I turned back to see Frank staring at me in shock. "What?"
"You called me your friend." He said. He looked slightly upset.
"We're taking it slow, babe." I reminded him. "I'd prefer to call you my boyfriend. But that wouldn't be taking it slow. Actually, right now, I'd prefer to take you home right now and...." I grinned as I trailed off.
Frank was the colour of a tomato. He seemed to be figiting in his seat quite a bit and his hands were now under the table.
I laughed. "You look a little uncomfortable there, honey. Want to get out of here?"
We went back to my parents place and headed to my room. We decided to watch horror movies and cuddle on my bed. Half way through silent hill, Frank fell asleep. I smiled down at his sleeping form. His head was on my arm. He had a arm around my stomach. The thoughts from earlier came back. I had to move away from him before I broke my plan. It's kinda hard when your hard. Fuck. A boner. I gently moved away. Then headed to the bathroom. I thought of Frank as I stripped and got in the shower, making sure to cover my cast in a plastic cover. I closed my eyes and put my head back as I worked on my.....problem.
I was just drying myself when I heard my phone ring. I wrapped the towel around my waist and rushed out to answer it.
Frank looked up at me with sleepy eyes. Then he looked away, blushing.
I smiled then grabbed my phone. Brian. I sighed as I answered.
Me: "Hey, Bri. What's up?"
Brian: "Are you fucking kidding me?" Me: "What have I done this time?"
I could see Frank staring at me as I stood in the centre of the room. I could also see him getting hard. I focused my eyes on a spot on the floor by the bed. That way I could still see Frank.
Brian: "What have you done this time? Seriously?"
Me: "Yes. Seriously. I don't know what I'm supposed to have done wrong." Brian: "Does the interview in the park ring a fucking bell?"
I grinned. Not because of what Brian said. But because Frank was seriously squirming now. He was still watching me.
Me: "Yeah. And...?"
Brian: "And? What the fuck? Why did you agree to it?"
Me: "I didn't agree. I arranged it." Brian: "Why the fuck would you do that?"
Me: "People were interrupting my date. They were making Frank uncomfortable. So I sorted it."
Brian: "So you arranged it behind my back for a quick fuck?"
I lost it.
Me: "Frank is not a quick fuck. He is so much more than that. He is a great guy who deserves so much more than me. And I've no intention of using him like that. I genuinely like him. This isn't a fucking game."
Frank was grinning.
Brian: "You've only known him for five minutes."
I closed my eyes and sighed.
Me: "Look, I'm sorry, Bri. I'm sorry I turned you down. But I don't like you that way. Your like a brother to me. I can't help how I feel."
Brian: (Sigh) "I know. It's just....fuck....I love you, Gerard. It hurts to know you don't feel the same and it hurts even more to know your with someone else."
Me: "I know. I love you too, man. Just....like a brother. I'm sorry. I can't help it."
Brian: "I know. I'm sorry. I'll back off. I just want you to be happy. It's just....I don't want to see you in the same situation as Burt. That was pure hell." I sighed as I run my fingers through my hair.
Me: "Frank's different. I know he is. He doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's sweet, caring and fun to be around."
I opened my eyes and saw Frank blushing again.
Brian: "Neither did Burt, when you first met him."
I gritted my teeth.
Me: "Frank is not fucking Burt. He would never hurt me. Ever."
I closed my eyes again. I didn't need to be reminded of that. Those two months were the worst times of my life. I managed to keep the relationship secret from the media and fans. How I did it, I don't know. Burt was a abusive fucker. He once kicked me between the legs, full force, because a fan flirted with me. I lost count of the amount of injuries he caused me.
Brian: " I seriously hope not."
Frank stood up and approached me. I watched him with interest.
Me: "He isn't. I promise."
Frank stopped infront of me.
Brian: "Good. Let's change the subject, shall we?"
Frank watched his hands as he rubbed a thumb over my nipple. Oh fuck.
Me: "Please."
I tried not to moan as Frank leaned forward and started to replace his thumb with his lips.
Brian: "So this interview."
Frank rubbed a hand down my chest as the other reached below the towel to rub my inner thigh.
Me: "Hmm?"
Frank's hand was getting so close as he licked up my chest towards my neck.
Brian: "I'll arrange the security and everything else. It'll be hard at last minute."
Frank sucked on my neck as his hand grazed my boner. Oh fuck.
Me: "Can you do it?"
I don't know if I was asking Brian or Frank. Is Frank even eighteen yet? I can't remember. My brain was all mush right now. Especially as he'd reached his goal and was slowly pumping me.
Brian: "Like I said, it'll be hard..." Understatement of the century. ".....But I can do it. Look, I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow."
Frank removed my towel. Oh god.
Me: "Okay. Bye."
I hung up and closed my eyes as Frank dropped to his knees. Shit. He's only seventeen. I moved away fast and grabbed my gown. Frank looked confused.
"Shit, Frankie, baby." I said as I fastened the sash on my gown. "As much as I would love to do this, your only seventeen."
He looked hurt as he moved to sit on the bed. "I'll be eighteen in a month." He protested.
I sighed as I leaned against the wall. "But if we get found out before you turn eighteen, I'll get in so much Shit. The media would have a field day with you. I can't let that happen to you. I'm sorry."
He put his head down. He looked so sad. So I sat down beside him and turned his face to look at me. "Believe me, baby. I didn't want you to stop." I admitted as I rested my forehead on his. "Just a month, Frankie. Then we can do whatever you like."
He sighed. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
I kissed him. "Don't be." I said as I broke the kiss. Later that night, I laid in bed, alone, and thought of Frank. I think I may be falling for him. Actually I don't think. I know. I'm in love with Frank Anthony Iero.

Notes

Over to the brilliant MCR Babe 124. xxx

Chapter by: PartyPoisonlives4ever(Dee).