Pretty. (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden, Peterick)

7: Say Sorry To Your Virginity, Frank

"You gotta wake up, Frankie." Gee brushed the dark hair from the sleepy eyes of the seventeen year old who lay in his bed beside him. He hated being awake this early, but it was more than important to ensure that Frank was home before his mother could even know that he snuck out to fuck a twenty five year old.

"Mmm... fuck... off.. 'm... tired.." Gee couldn't help but let out a giggle at the mildly pissed off and very tired tone Frank answered him in, resorting to burying his face against Gee's chest, not that was something either of them were quick to protest to.

"We need to get you home before your mum wakes up, baby." Gee let out a sigh, pulling himself away from the seventeen year old, standing up and looking down at his exposed body and then at the wardrobe, pulling on yesterday's jeans and the first shirt he found.

"I am home... 's... my bed..." Frank mumbled into the pillow in the absence of Gee, who could only shake his head, praying that the seventeen year old would remember what happened last night eventually, because fuck, he'd given Gee his virginity last night - that was pretty important, Gee reckoned.

"No, you're not." Gee reminded him, pulling his cover off the sleeping boy who shivered in response, tugging his knees up to his chest in order to conserve heat. "You're in my bed, Frankie. My house, and you need to get back to yours before your mum wakes up."

Frank finally pulled his eyes open, glancing around the room and confirming what Gee told him, and slowly everything fell back into place - Ray's phone call, the bout of insomnia, texting Gee, calling Gee, going over to Gee's... and fucking Gee.

"Oh my god we had sex last night, didn't we?" Frank sat up with a start, his eyes pulled wide in disbelief and his gaze aimed in the direction of the boy currently pulling on a black cardigan.

"Look at yourself, Frankie." Gee turned around with a smirk, "you're naked in my bed - the truth is pretty obvious."

"I am no longer a virgin - Mikey's going to be so fucking jealous!" Frank exclaimed, practically leaping out of bed and Gee couldn't help but blush as he mentioned his brother just so casually. Gee reckoned that the subject of his brother should be casual, but he also reckoned that parents shouldn't kick their son out of their own home just for being gay.

"It's probably best that you don't tell him that you had sex with his brother, just saying." Gee reminded the younger boy. "Your clothes are here," he gestured to the pile at the foot of the bed. "It's probably best you put them on."

"Oh shut up," Frank smirked, walking over to Gee, "you love seeing me naked, don't you?" He stood up on his tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips, before turning to his clothes without a word.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Frank let out a string of profanities as they walked down his road - they were late and the sun was fucking rising, fuck, he was going to be grounded for this, for sure.

Gee, as much as he cared about Frank and his problems, was more occupied with the all too familiar house they were about to pass - the house that had been his house, and if the world wasn't so messed up, would still be his house. Mikey was inside that house - asleep, and so were his parents. Part of him, reckoned that he should have been too, but there was a great deal of him that much preferred walking home the cutest boy he'd ever seen, who he'd just had great sex with.

Frank soon noticed Gee's fixation upon the semi detached house, which Frank only knew as 'Mikey's house', but it was very much Gee's too. Frank didn't feel like Gee would ever belong in such a typically suburban middle class family house like that, and that the boy fit much better in Bert's bungalow that always seemed to smell of weed and had a fridge that mainly consisted of alcohol and left over pizza.