Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Thirteen

Frank ended up coming over early on Friday.

Early, as in, he drove me home after school.

He pressed me into my bedroom wall, kissing me desperately. I tangled my hands in his hair, parting my lips and attempting to pull him closer.

"So beautiful, dove," he whispered.

"Can I suck your dick?" I whispered back.

He froze, pulling away from me slowly. "What?"

"Can I suck your dick?" I repeated. "It's-it's not sex, and I'm ready for it. I know how."

"Gee, I don't know."

"Please?" I begged. "I know you got jealous of Lindsey talking to me in class the other day, and I wanted to make it up to you."

"You think I'm jealous?"

I nodded.

He smiled. "Aw. No, I'm not jealous. I'm glad you have friends, dove. But I don't want you to feel like you have to do something for me."

"But I want to," I whined.

"But what are you going to tell your mom when she comes home and you have a sore throat? 'Yeah, I was sucking my boyfriend's dick because he's hot.'"

I shrugged, raising my eyebrows.

"Not today," he said gently. "Nice try, though. Maybe this weekend."

"Fine." I sighed. "But can I-can I touch you? Like, can you take off your shirt?"

He looked a little bit uneasy. "Um, yeah. Sure."

"You don't have to," I said gently. "I just want to see your tattoos."

A smile graced his lips. "Yeah. Okay."

He tugged off his shirt and threw it on my bed. I looked at his chest and stomach. He was totally covered in tattoos.

"I like this one," I whispered, tracing over a tattoo that said 'hope' over a flame, just above his nipple.

He smiled. "That's one of my favorites too."

"But I also really like..." I traced the scorpion on his neck. "I like this one."

"It's missing a leg." He smiled.

"That's what makes it unique." I kissed the scorpion.

"It's like you." He kissed me. "Unique and beautiful."

I looked down. "I'm not beautiful."

"Yes you are. Shut up."

"I'm fat, Frank!" I snapped, looking up at him.

His face softened and the small smile he had before disappeared. "Gee..."

I looked back down, crossing my arms. "I'm disgusting."

"No you are fucking not. Gerard, please listen to me. You are chubby, and that's what I love. You're so cute." He tilted my chin up and swiped at my tears with his thumbs. "I love your chub."

"It's disgusting," I said. My voice was shaky.

"No. It's not. Look." He ran his hand over my outer thigh. "I have a thing for thighs, okay? And I am obsessed with yours. I love your thighs. And..."

He brushed his hand over my shirt, lifting it up the tiniest bit. My breath hitched, and he looked up at me. "Is this okay?"

I nodded.

"Okay. This-" He squeezed my love handles. "-is so hot. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I've kind of thought about leaving bruises here. I can't do that if you're a stick."