Live-In Nanny Wanted! (Frerard)

Ending

Later that night, he and I were cuddling in bed, kissing pretty heatedly. It was awesome. Until he started pressing his growing hard-on against my leg. I pulled away from the kiss.

"Gerard, I-" I began.

"Don't you think... we could maybe go a little further tonight?" He asked, his cheeks red. I felt my heart speed up. I felt my ears ringing.

"What if I hurt you?" I asked nervously.

"You won't hurt me. I'll tell you how to do it," he assured me. I thought for a moment before shaking my head.

"I-I'm sorry, Gee, but I don't feel ready," I admitted, feeling ashamed and like I'm not good enough for him. He looked a little disappointed. "I'm really sorry. I ruined the moment, didn't I?" I asked.

"No. No, don't be sorry. I shouldn't be trying to pressure you. I'm just thinking with my dick and that's not fair. Here, let's just watch a movie, yeah? How about a rom-com?" He asked, smiling and trying to make me feel better. I still felt bad, but I did my best to smile because he was trying so hard. I guess I just felt guilty because I got him so worked up and didn't deliver. I felt his hand on my chest and I zoned back in. "Don't feel bad, Frank. It's not your fault. If you're not ready, then you're not ready. I would never force or guilt you into anything. You're allowed to feel how you're feeling; it's not a bad thing."

I felt better once he said that. I hugged him tightly and breathed in his scent. "You're so good to me. I love you," I said softly, kissing his shoulder. He chuckled, holding me tightly.

"I love you, too, honey. Now, let's cuddle and watch another movie before bed," he said. We settled together perfectly. He had his head on my chest while I leaned against the headboard with my arm wrapped around him. I wasn't sure what he put on, but Elvis Presley was using a walker and I was digging it so far.

"I don't know what the fuck we're watching, but I love it," I said after a while.

"We're watching Bubba Ho-tep," he said, giggling a little. I held him closer and often kissed his head throughout the movie.

Once Gerard had fallen asleep, I laid in bed thinking about when I was going to be ready to take that next step with Gerard. I thought back to my first time with Jamia and it had been very awkward but it was easier with her. With a man, in my little experiences (and amateur porn), there was a lot of preparations that went into it. While I was okay with doing all of that with Gerard, what if I didn't do it enough or too much and it turned him off? What if I couldn't find that spot that made him feel good? What if I came too fast and he was disappointed? With Jamia, I was definitely Don Juan, but with Gerard, I'm just a young teenager who's barely had his first kiss. I sighed. I needed to stop comparing my relationship with Gerard to my relationship with Jamia.

I sat up carefully, not wanting to wake up Gerard. I grabbed my phone and headed into the living room. I dialed Jamia and waited on the line. I knew talking to her would make me feel better. She was still my best friend, but I saw Gerard creeping up into that spot more and more each day.

"Hello?" She answered. She always sounded tired nowadays.

"Hey," I said. "I need to talk to someone."

"Is something going on?" She asked. I heard some clutter on the other side and knew she was stopping whatever she was doing to focus on our conversation. I really loved her.

"It's gonna sound weird, but you're my best friend," I said, pausing for a moment. "I want to make love to him, but I'm... I'm scared..." I confessed. She hummed.

"I see. What exactly are you afraid of? Hurting him or something?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, look at it this way: He will let you know what feels good and comfortable or will show you how to do it. Gerard trusts you enough to want to do that with you, and it sure seems like you want to," she explained. "So look at it that way. He will let you know how to do it and practice makes perfect." She giggled and I laughed.