Beer Bottles And Cigarettes

Chapter 9

In the morning I wake up very sore but strangely happy for a change. I feel Frank’s small body laying next to me, I sit up slowly, careful not to wake him, then slide off the couch. After remembering the events of last night I decide to let Frank sleeping so he can have the day off.

I quickly take a shower before wandering into the kitchen and making coffee, I down the coffee quickly then get dressed and leave a note telling Frank that he doesn’t have to go to school, grabbing my bag I run out to my car, already 10 minutes off schedule.

I arrive just before the bell and rush into my classroom, stopping several times to say hello to teachers whose names I can’t remember.

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By the lunch bell I was so done with being here, the students were loud and disobedient, the teachers were rude and strict and Frank was the only thing I could think about. I decide it would be best if I went home, I go to the principals office and tell him I’m not feeling well. I’m let of work and go out to my car and drive home quickly.

I get to my floor and unlock the door, throwing my bag onto the couch and grabbing a beer from the fridge. I walk around my small apartment looking for franky, expecting to see him somewhere around the apartment, but instead I don’t see Frank or my apartment, well not really…It’s my apartment but there are no empty bottles, cigarette butts or dust. The apartment has been cleaned from the walk way to my room. I start to panic. What the fuck is going on? I know I didn’t do this…

I make my way around the apartment, looking for Frank. I give up looking and growl. “Frank!” I yell loudly. The neighbours probably heard the school probably could too.

   Frank enters and smiles. “Hey. I cleaned for-”

    “Where the fuck is all my stuff!? I yell, glaring at him. His smile drops but he doesn’t back down.

   “Hey, I was just trying to be helpful, Gerard. Your place was a mess of smokes and beer! I did you a favour, say thank you.” I growl then swallow, I won’t get over the fact that he totally violated the apartment, not yet at least, but he was right, it was in no shape to have him around.

“I… thank you.” I sit on the couch and play with the can in my hands, crack it open, then take a sip before it’s removed from my hands and set on the now clean coffee table. Frank sits on my lap facing me and kisses me softly, I quickly kiss him back before pulling him into my arms.

“So I was going through the forms for the New York trip and I noticed you aren’t going, are you interested in going?” He moves so he’s facing me before speaking.

“I don’t know, wouldn’t that involve spending a week with people I hate?” I grin and stroke his jaw.

“Well you could always stay with me, we could say there was an odd number of boys or something, no one is forcing you to socialize.” He smirks and nuzzles my neck.

“Then yes, it does sound interesting.” I stand and pick him up with me.

“Great you better get that form in and start packing, its in two weeks!” I run down the hall with him in my arms squealing and giggling, sliding into my room on my socks before flying onto the bed, Frank landing on the bed and me hovering over him on my hands and knees. I stare at his face, his hazel eyes glisten and his pink  lips curve into a smirk. He grabs my biceps and leans into me as our lips collide. Frank grins and moves away slightly.

“Please Gerard…I want this.” I watch his eyes darken. Before I  can think about anything, my lips crash back onto his. I grab at his hips and his long fingers tangle in my hair. Frank gasps and I move a knee between his thighs, gently pushing onto the slowly growing bulge in his jeans. Frank bites my lower lip and that's when I pull away. He pouts and looks up at me.

“Sir, why did you stop?”

“Frank… we haven’t even been dating for a week, and you’re still young.I don’t want to rush into this yet.” Frank nods as I get up and strip from my work clothes into boxers and pyjamas. Frank gets up and takes off his shirt so he is in just a tank top and boxers, and he looks seriously cute. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and kiss his shoulders. A giggle leaves his lips and we stay like that for a few minutes before his stomach growls.

“Hungry?” Franky nods and I smile before going to the kitchen to make sandwiches and fries.

“Can we make a deal then?” It sounds risky but I agree. I can’t say no to Frank. He follows behind me as I walk to my small kitchen. He sits himself on the counter as I pull ingredients from the fridge.

“And what’s that Franky?”

“If I still want this in two weeks, we can go further.” I grin and kiss his cheek.

“Deal.”