Part 8

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Frank's pov

As the words left my mouth I could hear my little Gerard's shaking heart. I drawed my head away from his ear and looked him in the eyes again. All I saw was pure terror and confussion. Why was he confussed? Was what I told him weird? No it was pretty clear.

I tilted my head to the right a bit and cocked my eyebrow. His lips were trembling and provoking me. I leaned closer and pressed my lips to his. He didn't reciprocate the act. That made me become cold. I took my lips off of his and stood up. I started walking toward the gourney.

Anger was building inside of me. "If you go on like that it is not going to work." I said.It was more a thought spoken out loud. I walk around for a while while clenching my fists. I stopped in front of the gourney. I looked at all of the tools on it. There were so many possibilities. Scalpels, twizzers, knifes, scissors. I could only imagine the horrible things they could do to someone. I reached my hand and placed my fingers on a scalpel. Instead of picking it up I placed the knife from my backpocket with them. 

I turned and looked Gerard. He was watching me closly. Our eyes crossed. He looked down . I approached him again. I reached for his face but before I touched it he flinched. I curled my fingers on my palm and took my hand away from him. I leaned in and kissed his forehead. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to be scary. Will you forgive me?" I looked into his eyes but he wasn't looking back at me. He was avoiding my eyes.

I stood up somewhat angry. "Don't worry. We have all the time in the world for you to forgive me. I will leave now. I will come by. Don't do anything stupid." I stood up happy again. I shot him a very pleasant smile and winked before turning my back on him. I went over the wall were I kicked his burger and gathered whatever I could. I brought it back to him and left it in front of him. "Sorry for that too." I walked over to the door and opened it. 

"Wait." I heard his voice. My precious angel spoke to me on his own. This gave me butterflies in the belly. I turned "What is it Gerard?" I spoke softly and lovingly. He was staring across the room. "If I behave will you stay a little longer?" He said shyly. The moment that sentence reached my ears I officialy smiled so wide that it hurt.

I closed the door and walked over to him. I sat in front of him. "Of course and I will." I said happily. "Thank you" he mouthed quietly. Then we just sat there in silence. Igot time to inspect his face. I was never wrong to say that it was beuatiful but it was actually an understatement. His face was angelic.

 "Do you know that your face is angelic?" I said as I got a cigarette out of my pocket. "Eh.. I don't think I am good looking." I froze for a second. Then I continiued. "I tottaly disagree with you." I found a lighter in my other pocket and lit the cigarette. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life." He didn't reply to that.

I sighed and took a long drag off my cigarette. "It's okay if you don't believe that but what I believe is more important now. You see, you are not the one who is going to see your face when we are having fun. You will be seeing my face. So what do you think about my face?" He kept silent for a while. I cocked my head and looked him in the eyes. His mouth was trembling again as if he was scared of what he was going to say. 

"I think you look beatiful as well." He said. That warmed my heart. "Really? That is so nice of you to say. It makes my heart flutter." I said while blushing a little. He just looked down with a small smile on his face.

"Don't worry. We are gonna have so much fun. Aw.. I have been with a man only once before. It wasn't really pleasant at the time because it wasn't much of my consent but now things are different. We will be together. And I won't do anythingwithout your consent." I smiled wide and looked at him. He was kind of taken aback.

"What do you mean... But I don't want to .. 'go' with you. I barely know you." That was mean. And it stung quite badly in my heart. I tried to fight back some tears that formed in my eyes.  For my good luck he wasn't looking at my face. I wiped a stray tear that fell from my eyes. I had to be strong.

 I reached my hand and touched his shoulder. He instantly tensed up and looked at me. My hand travelled back to his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. This time he responded to it. He kissed back a little giving me enough time to push my tounge in his mouth and gain dominance. The kiss started to deepen. My other hand started to travel down to the lower part of his torso. I slowly began to rub his belly waiting to see if he would react to it. He didn't say anything. I took it as approve.

I moved my hand lower and started rubbing  his crotch over the clothes. A small moan escaped his mouth and that gave me even more determination. His moan was beautiful. Music to my ears. I started rubbing harder and harder until I felt him harden up. I moved my hand inside his pants and started rubbing him again. His moans were constant. I then instantly stopped. An awful scenery came into my mind.

I removed myself from him and stood there for a second. "What's wrong?" He said breathing heavily. "I can't. Not yet." I bluntly said. He nodded in understanding. I stood up and walked to the door again. "I have to leave." I said and sped to the door. I opened it and left the room. I walked up the stairs and left from the building. I went home. I took my clothes off and lied in bed. I tried to clear my head up. Before falling asleep I jerked off thinking of Gerard. Then I dozed off.



So this is the end of this chapter. A little sudden right? I would like to make clear that in this fanfiction, Frank has many psychological and mental illnesses. He suffers from bipolar disorder, posttraumatic stress disorder, psychosis and intermitten explosive disorder. I felt the need to point that out so there are no confusions as to why he acts the way he does. From now on there will be disclaimers for the chapters that contain rape/sex scenes. Thank you for your support!

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