Frerard-Complicated

Chapter 7: Taking it slow

Frank:

Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard, pushing him back into the hall and kicking the door closed without breaking the kiss. Gerard stayed frozen for a moment, taken by surprise by the kiss, but then he began to kiss Frank back hungrily. He was an amazing kisser, just like Frank had imagined. Frank pushed Gerard against the wall in the hallway and yanked the buttons on his shirt open as fast as possible. He flattened himself against Gerard's chest. Gerard flinched and pulled back. Frank stopped kissing him and looked up. "Sorry its just you're so cold," Gerard said apologetically. "Did you run all the way here with no shirt?" Frank nodded, and Gerard grinned: "well then I guess I'd better warm you up then." He pulled Frank close and wrapped his shirt round both of them. Suddenly a horrible thought occured to Frank, and he broke off kissing Gerard's neck: "Your parents!! Oh fuck where are they?"  He scanned the hallway for any signs of them. Gerard smiled at him: "Don't worry, they're out of town for the next few days." Frank sighed with relief. "And Mikey?" "Out, probably won't be back till tomorrow" Gerard grimaced "Anyway, don't worry about them. They're pretty used to seeing me do this sort of thing anyway". Oh joy, thought Frank. How often DOES he do things like this? But Gerard had taken his hand and was pulling him through the door to his room. 

His room was a tip, as before. Gerard let go of Frank's hand to clear the trash off the bed, and Frank walked over to the desk. He was a little sad to see that the drawings of him that had made him freak out last time were gone. Instead the bin under the desk was overflowing with screwed up pieces of paper. Frank picked one out and smoothed it out. It was a very detailed drawing of him mid-laugh. The creases that appeared round his eyes, the way his mouth opened, it was all so perfectly drawn. But it wasn't just that. The amount of care that had gone into this drawing, the time it must have taken. It had taken love to do that. He wasn't stupid enough to think that Gerard loved him in a romantic sense; at least....not yet. However he must care very deeply for him. Frank had never felt that amount of attention and love from anyone, least of all his parents lately. It made him feel a rush of affection towards Gerard. Suddenly he felt arms wrap round him from behind, and Gerard's chin on the top of his head. He stood there hugging him, If anyone else had touched Frank without his express permission he would've had a major freak out. He did NOT like to be touched as a rule. But with Gerard it felt right. He pulled out of his arms and spun round, knocking Gerard off balance. Then he put his hands on his torso and pushed. Gerard fell straight down onto the bed. Frank leapt on top of him and started to kiss him again.

They made out for a good ten minutes, Frank pulling Gerard's shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Then, imitating the way Jamia had earlier, he moved his hand on Gerard's leg and started to move it upwards. While this had had no effect on Frank earlier, with Gerard it definately achieved the desired effect. Gerard bucked under him, throwing his head backwards onto the pillow. Frank moved his hand higher and higher, finally reaching his crotch. However, as soon as his hand brushed that area, Gerard's hand covered Frank's, pulling it away and pinning it to the bed sheets. Frank looked at him with confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, confused. "No, no, trust me you didn't; its just.....well this is moving pretty fast, Frank" Gerard said. Frank frowned. Gerard wriggled out from under him, and looked at him. "Frank I'm sorry, its just that this is your first time with....you know...a guy right?" Frank nodded. "Well I want this relationship to be special right, to go somewhere and to do that I think that its best if we don't rush things.....do you agree? Frank didn't agree, he really really didn't agree. He wanted to rush things, to go all the way right here and now. But on the other hand, he knew that Gerard was right. He wanted a relationship with him, a proper one, not just a sexual one. And also, he was a little scared about what the sex might be like. He was pretty sure he'd be pretty bad at first even though he was sure Gerard would be nice to him. So he smiled at Gerard and nodded his head. Gerard smiled back and asked "So....taking it slow?" Frank repeated "Taking it slow" and Gerard stretched his head up to kiss him.

Later that evening, after watching shitty movies on TV while wrapped in the world's largest number of blankets and eating so much popcorn they felt sick, Gerard announced it was time for bed. Frank got all hopeful, thinking this might mean what Gerard meant by taking it slow, especially when he pointed Frank at his bed. Frank flopped down on the bed, but Gerard threw several blankets onto the floor and settled himself, still in his scarily tight jeans, underneath. It took Frank a moment to realise that they were meant to be going to sleep now. Fuuuuck. He crawled under the sheets. They smelled of Gerard. Great, this was going to be the most sexually frustrating night ever. Gerard had turned off the light, but he could see his profile in the light from the street light outside. Fuuuuuck fuck fuck. He already was waaay too excited to sleep now. Gerard, however, was yawning and curling up under the sheets. "Night Frankie" he said, before falling asleep. No one had ever called Frank that before. If anyone else tried to he would be furious, but coming from Gerard, he found he liked it. He felt a wave of a emotion he didn't recognise was over him. Was he falling for Gerard already? "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Frankie, what did you do?" was his last thought before he eventually fell asleep.