I'm So Dirty Babe

Not Ready Yet

"Gerard, Gerard wake up," I heard Frank saying as he nudged my head from behind. I smirked, but kept my eyes closed and stayed still. I heard Frank sigh and walk towards the kitchen where I heard him begin to put on a pot of coffee. I jumped off the sofa and ran up behind him, pulling him close and kissing his cheek.

"Good morning," I said quietly and dragged him away from the coffee machine.

"Morning! Now let me make you coffee like a good boyfriend!" He yelled jokingly and I released him. I ran a pale hand through my greasy and messy hair.

I stood there looking at his ass. Because damn, that ass. He was beautiful and perfect, I wanted him here. I didn't want him to leave in the morning on the nights we fell asleep together, I hated that. It made me feel like he was a one night stand, like all those guys before I met him were. They were trying to fill that hole that only Frank could fill. And I knew that the second I saw him. My heart wasn't missing a crucial component anymore. But I was afraid of hurting him. I could get violent. I was a violent person. I'd told Frank that from the start, however I had never gotten violent with him before. He was such a sweet heart.

"Frank, I don't scare you, do I?" I asked him when he turned back to face me, placing his hands on my chest. I look down at all 5 feet of him and smiled as I kissed his nose.

"Of course not!" He nearly yelled.

"That's an absurd question, Gerard." He stated.

"Okay, okay," I laughed and piled him close, "just being sure." I said in a whisper.

We sat at the island in the middle of the small kitchen, talking about nothing really. I kept kicking his dangling feet slightly, wanting to keep physically contact with him. It made me feel connected to him if I touched him while we spoke. Like I was obtaining more than words by watching his nervous habits and noticing everything. Just consuming everything that was, Frank Iero.

"Do you want to live with me?" I asked him after putting my mug back down on the table.

He choked on his coffee, startled, maybe. I feared he was disgusted, of course he didn't want to live with me. I felt my skin itch, just a little. I wasn't mad.

"Really? You mean it?" Frank said, he was smiling. The cutest and biggest damn smile id ever seen. I nodded, blushing, something I didn't do often.

"Of course! I'd love to live here with you!" He shouted to the ceiling like he wanted everyone to know. He danced over to the sink and left our mugs there before grabbing my hands and pulling me into the sitting room.

He turned the iPhone dock on and inserted his phone, playing I Miss You, by Blink 182. We both loved the song and I started humming as we danced clumsily around the couch and the coffee table.

He tripped on the edge of the couch eventually, right as the song came to an end. He was holding my hands so I fell down into the couch with him, my nose level with his face.

He blushed mad from embarrassment but smiled none the less and I smirked and kisses him on the lips. I loved kissing him. His lips were soft and tasting like cigarettes and coffee, all the time. Before I knew what was going on, our tongues were dancing much like we had just been, his hands rested on my hips. I was using my hands to steady myself slightly above him as we kissed, I let myself lay on him when we broke for a breath, but were soon back it.

He was grinding himself against me and pulling my hips down as close as they could possible be to him. Finally, I had to stop him.

"Frank," I said cautiously, putting my hand on his chest.

He mumbled and response and tried to bring my head down again.

"Not now." I said sternly. The thing was, Frank was still new to this. He'd told me I was he first boyfriend he ever had. Most of his depression came from not being able to be himself as a teenager. Forced to sleep with girls at parties because all his buddies knew, they could tell. His father called him a faggot and told every girlfriend he had that he was gay. They would always leave, not understanding why Frank would do that to them. He didn't mean to, he was just brought up learning that gay was wrong. He'd never had sex with another guy before, and I knew he wasn't ready. He want emotionally sound enough for sex, and wasn't going to take advantage of his mind telling him otherwise.

"But Gee, I'm ready." He said, looking at me, almost pleading. Those puppy dog eyes. I had to look away. No, I told myself.

"No you're not, Frankie. Not yet." I stood up and he sighed but stood up as well.

"Lets get packing your stuff then, shall we?"