A Little Thing I Like to Call Frosh

Closure

Frank's POV

"Wh-what?" Mikey looks shocked, surely a first for him.

"Yupp. big bubby went and knocked up his girlfriend. You should be proud."

"God dammit Frank! I wasn't gonna tell him yet!" I turn to see Gerard standing in the doorway.

I shrug, "Not my problem. He has a right to know."

"Oh, really? Then he has a right to know that you've turned faggot."

"You hypocritical bastard!"

"Uncle?" Mikey's voice suddenly rises up, "I'm gonna be an uncle?"

Gerard sighs, "Mikes, I didn't want you to find out like this," He shoots me a glare, "But, yeah...Lindsey's pregnant..."

Mikey half smiles, "You'll make a great dad, Gee..."

"Thanks, Mikey," Gerard says, then hugs his brother. Not how I planned things, but whatever.

"What was that about Frank turning fag?" Ray says from the back of the room.

"Oh, nothing," Gee says, "He was just out there playing tonsil hocky with that Josh guy from the club."

"whatever," I say, "There was no tongue involved."

"This time," he counters.

"So what?! It's my business. Not yours."

Ray looks back and forth between us, "C'mon, Mikey. These two obviously have some stuff to work out," he looks pointedly at me, "Don't come out until you two are done fighting."

With that, they leave. I curl into a ball, not wanting to talk to Gerard.

"We're naming it Bandit...Boy or Girl..." He says quietly.

I don't respond and Gerard comes over and wraps his arms around me.

"You know it's not my fault, right?" He asks.

"Who's is it, then? Mine, for being so naive about my feelings?"

He shakes his head, "I don't think it's anyone's fault. Maybe...Maybe we just weren't meant to be together."

The words sting, but I find myself wanting to believe him. If we weren't meant to be together then I have nothing to be upset about.

"can you do something for me?" I ask.

"What is it?"

"Can you kiss me? Just once, without holding back?"

I expect him to calll me crazy. To remind me of his girlfriend who he's oh-so-commited to. Instead, he gently pulls my face to his. When our lips meet, it's even better than the first time, because neither of us are hesitant. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Then, I feel his tongue prodding at my mouth, begging for entrance. I open up all too willingly and the taste of him is overwhelming. We explore each other's mouths for a while.

Then he pulls away and I'm about to complain when he starts kissing my jawline. When he gets to my neck his lips are joind by his teeth, grazing the skin and leaving ocassional bite marks. At one nip in particular I arch up into him. He stops to suck on that one before grinding his hips into mine. I gasp and moan much too loudly. Then I feel his hand sliding up my shirt, exploring the skin before trying to tug my shirt off. I almost let him, but then I push him back begrudgingly.

"Sorry, Gee, we can't...go that far."

"I thought you said not to hold back? Don't you want to?" he asks.