Three Facts

Chapter Fourteen

"Mikey, pick up." I mumble to myself, holding my cell phone to my ear hoping he will answer. I've been calling him non stop today but he's ignoring me and it's worrying me. Is it what i did to Frank?

"Hey, This is Mikey Way. If I'm not answering then I'm probably riding a unicorn or eating toast. I'll call back. Bye." I sigh hearing his voicemail. His weird weird voice mail...

"Hey Gee." I gasp, turning around to see-

"Frank?! What are you doing here? It's four in the morning." Frank shrugs, walking to my bed and climbing up next to me. "How'd you get here?" I ask more calmly.

"I walked."

"Walked?! Frank, what if something happened to you?"

"Well nothing did so.." Frank trails off, starting to play with the fabric of my T-shirt. I sigh.

"How did you get in?"

"You left the door unlocked." Frank chuckles. "I knocked but I guess you couldn't hear because you are in your room."

"How did I not hear or see you come in?" I mumble, mostly to myself. Frank shrugs like he usually does and I can't help but to send him a warm smile. "Well, you can hang for a bit but when the time comes for you to go home, I'm driving you." Frank nods and then lays his head on my arm. He starts to rub it on my arm kind of like a cat. It's cute. Then I start thinking about the fight. I feel like a bad person. I almost feel as if I took advantage of Frank even though it was his decision to drink and mine to be an ass hole. I feel horrible. I feel like a bad boyfriend and I feel like I don't deserve Frank. "I'm sorry." I find myself saying.

"Why?" Frank asks like he doesn't know anything at all. I sigh, wrapping my arm around Frank, pulling him more into me.

"For everything honestly." I reply. Frank rubs his hand on my chest soothingly.

"I forgive you." I sigh, but not in relief. I want him to be mad at me. I don't want him to love a sick person like me. I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm so-

Stop Gerard.

Why must the voices be nice to me?

So I'm holding Frank close to me, regretting every second of it. Am I leading him on? I'm leading him on. Do I even love him?

Of course you love him.

"Gerard?" Reality.

"Y-yes." I choke out. Frank gets on me, both of his legs on each side of my thighs. I stare confused until I feel Frank's soft lips on my forehead.

"You're thinking to much, Gee." Frank whispers in my ear. "So I'll help you clear your head." Frank slides his fingers down my chest and stops them at the rim of my jeans. Frank looks down at his hand and then back at my face. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back because I want to, but part of me doesn't want to. Frank slides his tounge on my bottom lip, making a quiet moan come out of my mouth. I gasp, feeling Frank's cold hand slide down my pants. He starts to slowly rub me through my boxers.

"Frank, i-"

"Shhh." Frank starts to play with the hem of my boxers. Frank pulls his hands out of my pants and starts to unbutton them. I just sit in watch, desperate for a certain feel. Frank pulls my jeans down, along with my boxers. A cold air hits my area, making me gasp. Unexpectedly, Frank takes my length in his hand, starting to slowly grope it.

"Ah!" I moan, rolling my eyes in the back of my head. "Fr-Faster." I moan. Frank starts to grope me faster and I find myself thrusting up a bit. "Take me!" I cry out. Frank let's go of my length, smirking. He brings his head close to my length. I gasp, feeling his wet lips kiss the tip. "Ple-please Frankie." Frank smiles, opening his mouth and taking my length inside. I gasp at the warmth. He begins to suck me. I moan loudly, bucking my hips. He begins to deep throat me. "Mm! Frank!" He begins to suck me faster. I grip the bed sheet, moaning loudly. I feel myself about to come. "Frank, I'm about to come." Frank sucks fast until I can't take it anymore. I come into his mouth and he doesn't hesitate to swallow it. I breath heavily, watching as Frank attempts to pull my boxers and jeans back on. When I see him struggling, I help him. I lay my head back, listening to the sound of my loud beating heart. Frank lies next to me, making circles with his finger on my chest. I lay there, with my Frankie... but ten seconds ago I felt satisfied.