Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter nine

The next morning Frank woke up with a heavy feeling on his chest... emotionally and physically. He looked down and seen a mop of black hair sprawled out against his pale flesh. Gerard was laying with his head in Frank's armpit and his arm tossed over Frank's torso. He could feel Gerard's breath blowing against his chest and he could tell that he was still asleep. He stayed like that for awhile, staring at the ceiling because he didn't want to wake him.

About an hour later he felt a hand slide up over the bruised bite marks and scratches on his shoulders. He looked down to find Gerard frowning at them.

"Did I do that to you?" He asked, in disbelief.

Frank laughed a little, "Yeah, that was you."

"I'm sorry. I don't think I've ever done that before." He said, running his fingers over the marks lightly.

Frank thought about the many things those words could mean.

"It's no big deal. I liked it." He said, blushing after he realized what he had said. Gerard just smiled against his chest.

"Hey I'm gonna go into town and get some stuff for breakfast. Do you mind picking this stuff up while I'm gone?" Frank asked.

"Only if you get stuff for raspberry pancakes."

"Deal."

***

Frank walked through the store with his cart, picking up the essentials needed for Gerard's pancakes. His mind was haunted by the events from the night before. It wasn't just another fuck to him, and he could tell it wasn't for Gerard either. There were feelings involved now, but he couldn't give in. It would lead to more heartbreak when he had to go.

Frank was so caught up in his thinking he forgot what he was doing until he crashed his cart into something when he turned a corner. He snapped out of his thoughts and found Matt doubled over in front of him, holding his ankle.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I was spacing out and I didn't see you." Frank said, rushing over to Matt's side and inspecting his ankle.

"It's okay. I was actually looking for you but apparently you aren't working today." Matt said, throwing Frank a dashing smile.

Frank forced a smile. He noticed that Matt didn't make him nervous anymore. Matt was gorgeous but he didn't give Frank that fluttery feeling in his stomach anymore.

"Why were you looking for me?" Frank asked.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tomorrow night. If your boyfriend doesn't mind, that is." He said, sounding cocky.

Frank took a deep breath, "Actually, he's not my boyfriend anymore, we broke up... last night."

Could that be any farther from the truth? He thought.

"Really? Then you wouldn't mind going out on a date with me then? I'll pay and everything. We can go anywhere you like."

Frank looked at him hesitantly.

"Come on, consider it a way of making up for killing my ankle and my way of apologizing for being such an ass to you." Matt laughed.

Frank thought for a moment before nodding, "Yeah. Okay, but if you treat me like shit I swear I'll kick your ass."

Matt raised his eyebrows in amusement and shock. "Okay. I'll agree to that. Do you want me to pick you up or what?"

"Yeah. Wait no. Meet me here in the parking lot and we can take your truck where ever."

Matt gave him a strange look, "Okay? 6pm sound good to you?"

"Perfect but I have to go now, I have stuff to do." He said, turning and leaving Matt to stand there without another word.

****

On the way home Frank tried to think of a way to tell Gerard without making a big deal out of it.

He pulled into the driveway, grabbed the bags from the passenger seat and took a deep breath before getting out and going inside. The living room was cleaned up as promised and Gerard had started another fire. He walked into the kitchen where he found Gerard sitting at the table, spacing off with a coffee mug in his hand.

"You wanna give me a hand with these pancakes?" Frank asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Yeah of course. Yours wouldn't be nearly as good as mine." Gerard smiled, putting his mug in the sink and walking over to the counter where Frank had put the bags down.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

Gerard mixed the batter and dropped it into the pan for Frank to cook. They stood at the counter as they ate instead of sitting at the table. Gerard looked over at Frank, who had syrup all over his chin, and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You eat like a pig?" Gerard laughed.

"I do not!" Frank said, slightly embarrassed.

"You so do. Look at you with syrup all over your face!" He said before snorting like a pig, "Piggy Frankie, Piggy Frankie!" He teased. Frank wiped his face with a napkin.

"I'll show you Piggy Frankie!" He said and they took off running through the kitchen and into the living room. They ran around the couches, jumping over the table occasionally, before Gerard ran back into the kitchen. Frank grabbed him around the waist and spun him around, knocking him backwards, so he landed with his back against the table.

Frank pushed his their bodies together, putting his hands on the table to keep Gerard from bolting. They stared at each other, breathing heavily from running before Gerard grabbed the back of Frank's head and brought their lips crashing together. He hopped himself up onto the table, wrapping his legs around Frank's waist and pulling him closer, letting his fingers weave into the younger boy's hair while Frank's hands dug into his sides.

Gerard laid back on the table, pulling Frank on top of him so that he was between his legs, without breaking their kiss. Gerard pulled away and kissed down Frank's neck making him groan. Frank pulled away and looked into Gerard's eyes. In the sunlight they were the brightest and greenest he had ever seen them. In them he saw the same love and admiration that he was feeling and knew that his eyes showed the same. When Gerard brought their lips back together, he felt the electricity that he always felt, whenever they touched. He knew he was in too deep.

"Stop!" He said breathlessly, pulling away, "We can't do this."

He moved off of Gerard trying to ignore the hurt look on his face as he straightened his clothes.

"Why not?" Gerard asked, wiping his swollen mouth on the back of his hand.

"Because... we just can't." He replied.

"I don't understand. Everything was fine last night and this morning."

"I'm... I'm going out with Matt. Tomorrow. I ran into him at the store and he asked me out." Frank said, looking at the floor.

Gerard blinked back the tears he felt sting his eyes.

"So that's it? You fuck me and then the next day you find someone else?" He yelled, flinging his arms around.

"I didn't fuck you Gerard. You know that wasn't fucking!" Frank shot back, his voice raising slightly.

"Oh then what was is, huh?"

"I... I don't know. But it wasn't fucking. It was too intimate for that." He said quietly, still not looking up in fear of Gerard seeing the water building in his eyes.

"Whatever, Frank. Don't act like it meant something to you just to let me off easier." He turned and ran from the kitchen to his room and slammed the door, curling up on his bed and letting the tears fall onto his pillow.

"It did mean something." Frank whispered to himself as a tear slid down his cheek.

"It meant everything."