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Gerard's POV. After the whole masturbating incident today, Frank kinda seemed down and withdrawn
After the whole masturbating incident today, Frank kinda seemed down and withdrawn. He didn't talk to me for the rest of the afternoon and instead played his guitar while I was stuck watching old reruns of Maury Povich. Hey, it was either that or Hannah Montana. And I did not want to be caught watching that. I could hear Frank play from where I was sitting. Fuck, he was good. I had no idea what he was playing, but it sounded like a sad song. After a while, I couldn't sit there and watch women find out from 6 possibilities who the father of their child was. So I went to go and listen to Frank play. I walked into the 'music room' and he promptly stopped playing upon me entering.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"No. I just wanted to hear you play. You sounded really good when I was sitting out in the living room," I told him.
"Nah, I think I'm over playing for today," he said, looking at the ground and putting his guitar down.
"Oh. Well what're you gonna do now?" I asked him.
"I might listen to my ipod for a little while," he decided, standing up and walking out of the room. It was like he was pissed off at me, possibly over me not jacking off in front of him. But I just wasn't as comfortable with jerking off in front of him like he was with me. But I wanted him to smile again, so figured out a plan in my head.
I decided to make myself look more presentable for him. I put on some more eyeliner and fluffed my hair up so that it looked hot by my standards. Then I decided to moisten my lips. I have no idea why. But I figured Frank might like it. After all, I always liked lips that looked moist. Once I'd sexed myself up a little, I walked into the bedroom, where Frank was laying on his bed with his eyes closed and his ipod in his ears. I walked over to the bed and laid beside him. He didn't move. Although while I was staring at him, he quickly flicked his eyelashes as though to catch a glimpse of me before he fully closed them once more. He had some hair in his face, so I thought that I'd move it out of the way for him. I brushed it out of his face and rested my bent arm on his shoulder and leaned on my chin on top of the arm. From that position I let my warm breath tickle his jaw bone as I just stared at him and took in his beauty. He really was a gorgeous man. And I really was getting to the point where I trusted him. Except one thing I didn't trust were those hormones of his. I continued to lay there, staring at him until he finally opened his eyes and caught me staring at him. I didn't care. I decided I liked staring at him and that he should be flattered that I was staring.
"What do you want?" he asked, sighing as he pulled out his ipod headphones.
"Well, you seemed really down. So I'm gonna cheer you up," I decided.
"Oh yeah? How?" he asked me.
"Well, I'm gonna dress you up all nice and sexy and then I'm gonna take you to McDonalds and buy you a happy meal. And then after that, we can do whatever you want," I suggested. Frank laughed. But he didn't seem super happy. He still seemed down. "Why're you so down?" I asked him.
"It's stupid, really. I don't wanna talk about it," Frank told me.
"I'll get it out of you soon enough," I informed him, straddling him and holding him down, pinning his wrists to the bed. "I ain't gonna move until you tell me what's up," I told him.
"I think you're forgetting that I could over-power you and lift you up by the balls," Frank replied, making me move my hands to cup my balls.
"Ouch. Fine. But I'm taking you somewhere. I have to go somewhere now. I've redone my makeup and everything," I told him as I got off of him.
"How about we catch the train to Jersey. I haven't seen my Mom for a while. I visited my Dad just a while ago. So maybe we'll visit my Mom," Frank suggested.
"Ok, but why catch public transport when I can just fly?" I suggested to him.
"Really? You ever flown to Jersey before?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah. C'mon, hop on my back. I wanna see if Frankie's Mommy is as cute as Frankie," I said, grinning at him. For once, his face returned mine with a big grin on his face. I don't know what I'd said to make him happy, but it had worked. Maybe he liked me calling him cute. I might have to do that more often.
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