I looked at Frank as he let me into his house. I smiled softly as I looked at the dim lights and candles everywhere.

"Welcome to dinner and a movie at casa de Iero," he said.

I smiled softly as we went to the table and he pulled the chair out for me. I sat down, watching as he sat across from me.

"I made my special, pizza rolls with chips on the side," he said.

I giggled softly, looking at my plate.

"And to drink I stole a bit of my mom's wine," he said. "But don't tell her that. We also have some ice cream for dessert, which we will eat while we're on the couch watching the movie."

"Why are you doing all of this?" I asked quietly.

"Because I love you," he said. "And we've never really been able to go on a real date so I made this for us so we can go on our first date. We had homecoming but I mean that I ended up going a little shitty at first but I want this one to just go perfectly. I promise I will make this the most perfect date for you ever."

I smiled softly, reaching across the table to hold his hand.

"I love you too," I said.

"How have you been?" He asked. "It's been a few days since I've seen you."

"I've been fine," I said.

"No you haven't," he said. "Please, Baby, please talk to me."

"Frank, I-I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"It can help you feel better," he insisted. "If you want I won't even say anything, I'll just keep my mouth shut and let you get it all off your chest."

"I don't wanna ruin this night," I whispered.

"You won't ruin it, I just want to make sure you're okay," he said, giving my hand a soft squeeze. "Nothing could ever ruin this night for us. Now, tell me what's wrong, Gerard."

I sighed softly. "Well, my mom found out I had snuck away with you for Christmas. Sh-she was so fucking pissed at me. Thankfully I haven't seen her much since then because she's gone off to get high again but I know she's gonna come back and I'm going to have to see her again and I just don't want that, I don't want it ever. And I learned that my dad isn't even my dad. M-my mom got knocked up by some dirty trucker while she was high.

"I didn't even know that she did drugs before my dad died, I thought she just started after the accident. She must've only done it occasionally before because I had never even noticed anything but after they died she must've gotten worse and just started doing drugs all the time. I-I just remember her being a great mom when I was little. I remember loving her and I remember her tucking me into bed and reading me stories and singing me songs. I-I really miss my old mom, the mom I had before my dad and brother died."

Frank's thumb ran over the back of my hand as I sniffled.

"You want me to say something or do you just want to rant?" Frank asked.

"I-I don't even really know anymore," I mumbled.

Frank smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Advice then," he said. "It doesn't matter if your dad is biologically your dad or not. He is still your dad. He was there for you to change your diapers and hold you when you cried at night. He was there when you were sick and he was there for your school plays and parent-teacher conferences. He was there when you first learned to ride a bike and when you first learned how to ride a bike. He taught you to play catch and helped you with your homework. He cared for you, he loved you. Being a father isn't just about DNA, he is your dad."

My eyes watered as I looked at him.

"W-was that bad?" Frank asked nervously.

I shook my head, sniffling as I leaned over to give him a kiss.

"I love you," I said. "Oh God, I love you so much."

I moved over, sitting on his lap as I tangled my hands into his hair. Frank cursed quietly, holding my hips as he pulled me closer. I took his hand and brought him upstairs to his bedroom. I pushed him down against the bed and straddled his hips.

"Fuck," he muttered, tangling his hands into my hair to pull me down to him.

I pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside.

"You're so fucking pretty," Frank muttered, his hands running down my sides affectionately.

I smiled down at him, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I kissed down his chest and I watched the way he bit his lip as I got lower and lower.

"Fuck," he breathed out as I unbuckled his belt.

I pulled off his jeans and boxers, my hand moving to wrap around his semi-hard erection. I ran my tongue up along his underside, stroking him quickly until he was fully hard. I moved up and pressed my hips against his, kissing him roughly. Frank pulled off my pants, pushing me over onto my back. His hips rocked down against mine as I let out a soft moan.

Frank reached over into the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. He spread lube over his fingers, slowly pushing one into me. I whimpered quietly, closing my eyes. I bit my lip when he added a second, feeling the slight bite of the stretch. He kissed along my chest and neck and I whined when he sucked just below my jaw.

"Fuck, Frank," I whined. "Please, I-I need you inside me."

Frank pulled his fingers out, opening the condom to roll it onto himself. He spread lube over his erection as he moaned softly. Frank pulled my legs up over his shoulders, lining himself up to push in slowly. I whimpered, my hands tangling into his hair.

"Fuck, a-are you okay?" Frank asked, pausing halfway.

I nodded my head, begging for him to just keep going. He bottomed out, moaning as he pushed into me slowly. That aching inside me was building up, twisting and burning.

"Frank, oh god, Frank," I moaned.

One of my legs slipped down into the crook of his arm and I gasped softly. Frank hit my prostate and I cried out, gently pulling on his hair.

"Right there!" I gasped.

I moaned, pulling him closer to me. Our bodies rocked together as the headboard gently hit against the wall with rhythmic thumping. A thin layer of sweat began to form on both our skins, my heart racing nearly out of my chest.

"Fuck, o-oh fuck, Frank," I whimpered.

He kissed me roughly before just resting his forehead against mine. He panted heavily as he kept snapping his hips into me.

"Fuck, I love you," Frank muttered. "I love you so much. You're so fucking perfect."

Frank rocked into me, slowly picking up his pace. I moaned, my head falling back as I gasped.

"Fuck, Frank," I muttered.

Frank bit his lip, burying his face into the crook of my neck. I moaned, my hands clutching onto the blanket. I whined, closing my eyes. Frank was moaning softly, kissing along my neck.

"Fuck, I-I'm close," I muttered.

I moaned, trying to pull him closer to me. I whimpered, feeling the pleasure course throughout my body. I gasped, moaning loudly. Frank's hand wrapped around my erection and my hips snapped up. I moaned, my legs shaking lightly.

"Oh God, oh fuck," I muttered. "I-I'm gonna come, I'm so close."

"Me too," Frank mumbled.

I could feel the burning pleasure inside of me, wanting nothing more than to just be pushed over the edge into pure bliss. Frank stroked me faster, moving his hips quickly until I cried out. Ecstasy washed over me as I came in his hand, my back arching off the mattress. I let out a broken moan, pulling him closer to me.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He thrust a few more times before he came inside me, moving shallowly to work us both through our orgasms before he pulled out. He tied up the condom and threw it away before he cuddled up with me.

"Well, I was planning this moment later on in the night," he muttered.

I smiled resting my head on his chest.

"I say we stay naked in bed eating ice cream and watching movies," I suggested.

"That sounds so perfect," he agreed. "I'll be right back, can you grab my laptop? Put on any movie you want."

I smiled as he left, my eyes drifting down to his ass until he was out of sight. I went to his desk and grabbed his laptop before crawling back under the blanket. I turned on Netflix and smiled as I put on a movie that seemed interesting. Frank came back with two bowls of ice cream as he sat beside me. He wrapped an arm around me shoulders and I smiled as he pulled me close to him.

We watching the movie in the dark room together as it began to get late. Soon I felt myself drifting off into sleep as he ran his fingers through my hair, both our empty bowls discarded onto the nightstand. I smiled softly as I felt his warm body against mine, my head resting on his chest.

"Hey, a-are you okay?" Frank asked nervously.

"Yeah, I am," I said.

"Are you sure?" Frank asked. "You know I want nothing more than for you to just be happy. Do you wanna go see your therapist again soon? I-I know you haven't seen him in a while."

"Frank, I don't really wanna talk about any of that right now," I mumbled.

Frank nodded, holding my hand.

"Alright, but you can come to me if you ever do need to talk about it," he said.

"I know," I mumbled.

I hugged him tight, falling asleep in his arms.