More Than Just Curious

Gerard’s P.O.V

I pushed Frankie back on the bed, kissing him hard. I moved my lips together with his, making him moan into my mouth. It sent shivers up my spine and I smiled into the kiss, savoring every single second of it. I moved my hands to his face, cupping his cheeks lightly as I added more force into the kiss.

I hadn’t kissed him in so long, worrying that he would cry again. I hated to see him cry. It made me want to cry. I was his best friend, and I cared a lot for him, yet best friends didn’t do things like this. I wanted to be more than just friends, but I don’t think he is mentally ready yet, with his ex-girlfriend on his mind almost 24/7. To me he seemed bi polar; his moods change so often and so drastically.

I heard him moan once more, so I trailed my tongue on his bottom lip, begging for him to let me in. He opened his mouth, just enough so that I could slip my tongue through. I played my tongue on the roof of his mouth for a little bit, feeling all of the crevices at the top. I sighed as I felt his tongue brush up against mine, rubbing it slowly and delicately. I kissed him harder, not wanting any space in between our lips.

I lifted my leg up, placing it down on the other side of Frankie as I straddled him. Without breaking the kiss, I moved my hands down so that they were at the Frankie’s arms. I kept them there for a moment, slowly starting to rub small circles into his skin. He moaned quietly as I trailed my hands down, and now began to rub his thighs, adding more pressure.

I kept my mouth on his, adding all that I had into the kiss. I wanted every single part of him. I lay down so that our torsos were now touching. I started to rub his thighs so much harder, making my hand get higher and higher as I kept up a rubbing motion until I reached his crotch.

I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, breathless. He looked up at me, eyes begging for me to do something. But what happened next shocked me. He bucked his hips up against mine, grinding them harshly together, and creating mind blowing friction. I opened my mouth and moaned, feeling his hard crotch rub up against mine.

“Please Gee,” he whispered to me, wanting, his voice cracking. I knew what he was asking for and I couldn’t say no now.

I moved my hand so that it was between our two hips, resting right on his crotch. His breath hitched in his throat. I smirked down at him, knowing that I was in control. I began to rub him, in slow uneven circles. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting a little moan escape.

He was so gorgeous. The way his eyes were lightly shut his godly moans that came out as I began to rub him harder. The way his mouth was hanging wide open. I moaned at his appearance and ducked down, enveloping his mouth in a fast sloppy kiss.

“Faster Gee, please go faster,” he begged me as my hand went at an extremely slow pace.

I sped my hand up slightly, rubbing him in different spots and angles. I couldn’t help but think that just a little over a month ago; I didn’t even know that I was bi. I rubbed him harder and faster to the point where he was withering beneath me, and I knew that he was close. I bent back down and kissed him, hard and fast before I pulled away again, wanting to see him face.

“Close,” he stuttered, opening his eyes a little bit, just so that I could barely see his eyes. He pulled his head back and let out a deep, long moan, his back arching off the bed.

“Frank, I’m home!” I heard his mom scream from down the stairs.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, removing my hand from Frankie’s crotch and jumping off of him. I looked over to him; he was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Cock block.” He mumbled under his breath as he sat up, looking at me blushing. I couldn’t help but laugh in the awkwardness in the room.

Frankie looked away from me, now staring intently at the door. I looked into his eyes, as I saw some tears beginning to fill up at the bottom. He hurriedly wiped them away and looked down at his hands, fiddling with his thumbs intently. That’s when the bedroom door flew open, revealing Frankie’s mom standing there, still in her work uniform.

“Oh, hey boys. I just came up here to see if Frank was okay. Are you guy’s hungry? If you want I can pop a pizza in the oven before I go to bed,” Franks mom Linda offered.

I looked over to Frank who was shaking his head, not really paying attention to anything. I hated his sudden change in moods. One minute he was happy, the next he is so sad. It gets sort of depressing.

“Well alright boys, I’ll be heading off to bed then, night Frank.” She said walking over to him and kissing him lightly on the forehead. She smiled and waved to me before turning around and walking back out.

It was silent for a few minutes after that, the CD had even stopped playing and I was sitting there in complete and utter silence. Frankie was still staring at nothing, on the verge of crying I could tell. I moved over closer to him and wrapped him up in a hug, kissing his forehead lightly.

“It’s okay Frankie, everything is going to be okay,” I cooed to him as I rubbed his back soothingly. I let him cry, even though it was staining my shirt. I would always be there for him, a shoulder to cry on, because that’s what friends were for, even if you wanted to be more.

“I-I’m sorry that I’m a-always like this Gee, e-everything just reminds me of h-her.” He admitted to me, pouring out his feelings. I grabbed him tighter pulling him to my chest.

“I still love h-her Gee, I really do,” he told me, and within that sentence my heart just nearly broke.

“I know Frankie, I know.” I told him, my heart ripping in two. I stayed there, holding on to him, telling him everything was going to be okay, that he would get through this. But truth be told, I wasn’t so sure if I was going to be okay.