This entire chapter is just smut, so if you want to skip it, you won't miss anything important to the story. Those with virgin eyes have been warned.

Frank kissed me like he was drowning, and I was the only thing keeping his head above water, and as much as I wanted to jump blindly into this, I had to make sure this was what he really wanted, because if I did something wrong and ended up hurting him, I would never be able to forgive myself.

"Frank...wait a second." It was so hard to pull myself away from him, because I really did want this. My entire body was screaming at me to shut up and kiss him again, but I couldn't give in to my hormones.

"What?" Frank asked breathlessly, staring up at me with lust filled eyes.

"Are you sure about this, because you don't have to do this for me; I only want this if you do. I waited twenty-five years to have sex, believe me - I can hold out a little while longer," I chuckled softly.

"I -" Frank paused for a moment, scrunching up his nose in thought, and I sat by quietly, because he needed to really think about this, and I didn't want to distract him, or sway him one way or the other.

"I do Gerard, and not just because I want to make you happy, even though that is a bonus. I just want to move on from what happened, and you have already helped me so much with that, so I trust you with this - with me, because I'm not afraid when I'm with you, and I know you would never hurt me. I have been thinking about this for a while, and I'm sure okay?" The look on his face was deadly serious, and I nodded in acquiescence.

"So can I kiss you again now?" Frank giggled, and I took the initiative to quickly reattach our lips.

Frank kissed back hungrily, and I kept it at that for now. I loved kissing him, he was so unrestrained in the way he pressed his lips against mine, the thorough way he explored every inch of my mouth with his tongue, the way his fingers tangled in my hair - pulling occasionally, causing me to moan into his mouth.

With shaking hands, Frank began to tug at the bottom of my t-shirt, and I helped him slip it off, throwing it onto the floor already littered with dirty laundry I had neglected to pick up. I reached towards his top slowly, sending him a questioning look, and when he nodded, I gently removed it from his body before returning to kissing him again.

I ran my hands over every inch of exposed skin I could reach, luxuriating in the feel of it. This was nothing we hadn't done before; we had spent numerous lazy afternoons making out shirtless on the couch, but this felt different, because I knew we were going to go farther, which made every single sensation heightened.

I was scared to take the next step though, Frank and I had never gone any farther than this; in the past, every time my hand had accidentally slipped below his waist, he had flinched violently, causing me to move away quickly, and he had never attempted anything with me either.

Frank actually made the first move, he seemed much less frightened than I was, even though it should have been the opposite, but even so, it was his fingers that snaked under the waistband of my boxers, gently brushing against my quickly growing hard on.

"Ooh -" I gasped in surprise. This was the first time I had ever had someone touch me - besides my own hand of course, but that wasn't even comparable. Frank's simple stroke already felt better than anything I could ever do to myself.

I felt Frank smirk against my lips, he seemed to be quickly gaining confidence, even though his fingers still shook slightly as he pulled my boxers all the way off before wrapping his hand around me and pumping slowly.

My eyes rolled up in the back of my head as he continued his movements; this was supposed to be about Frank, but I couldn't help but loose myself in the pleasure of the moment for just a few more seconds.

When I gently place my hands on Frank's hips, his movements ceased completely, and I held myself motionless as well. Frank was trembling under my touch, but I didn't remove my hands, and eventually his tremors eased, and he nodded his head slightly, telling me to continue.

I hooked my fingers in the fragile material that was separating us from skin to skin contact, causing Frank to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, but I didn't want that; I wanted him to see me, to know that it was me touching him, and not someone else.

"Look at me baby," I cooed softly, and he warily opened one eye, peering down at me nervously.

"Can you keep talking to me? It helps." Frank gulped audibly, and it was apparent that his earlier confidence had been a facade, or his terror was bleeding through the fragile shield he had put around it now that he was the one being touched.

"Of course love," I whispered in his ear before nipping on the shell, causing him to throw his head back slightly.

"You are doing so well baby, you are so perfect - so beautiful." As I spoke, I slowly inched his boxers down, slipping them over his legs carefully.

"Is this okay baby?" I asked as I skated my fingers up his thighs. He had begun to shake again, but his eyes were still wide open, staring down at me trustingly.

"Yeah, it's - it's nice," Frank breathed out deeply, but it was obvious he was slightly uncomfortable, so I decided to try something else instead.

I scooted closer to him, and he leaned in for a kiss, which I gladly gave him. As I felt him begin to relax, I moved down his jawline, pressing soft kisses everywhere my lips landed before I moved lower to his neck, sucking softly on his heated skin.

"Ahh -" Frank hissed, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head to the side, giving me more of his neck to mark up. His hands wrapped around my middle, pulling me closer to him eagerly.

I took this opportunity to run the tips of my fingers lightly over the head of his cock, which was brushing against his stomach as if it was begging for my attention. He gasped loudly, but that was it, so I did it again, letting my hand linger for a few seconds more. I continued this pattern until he was panting heavily, his hips pressing upward, trying to find more of my touch.

"Fuck Gerard...do something. I promise I won't break," Frank moaned out loudly, and I couldn't restrain a broad grin from spreading across my face.

"Are you sure?" I pressed, leaning over so I could reach the dresser where I had stored some recently bought lube and condoms. I hadn't expected this to happen so soon, but it never hurt to be prepared, and I was so glad I had the foresight to get some. Frank's breath hitched in his throat when he saw what I had grabbed, but he bobbed his head rapidly.

"I'm scared, but I don't want to stop. Please Gerard, keep going."

"I will baby, just be patient." I continued to mutter random nothings to him, trying to keep him calm as I lubed up my fingers. He watched my every movement; I could see fear in his hazel eyes, but also love, and trust, and hope.

I gently spread his legs, noticing the way every one of his muscles tensed up, but he didn't fight me, even though I could see the mental effort it was taking him not too - it was written all over his face.

"Just look at me baby, it's okay - it's just me. You are doing so well." Once Frank's eyes locked with mine, I gently inched one finger inside him, pressing my lips to his at the same time. He moaned softly into my mouth, shifting his hips slightly so it was easier for me to continue the motions with my finger.

"More please..." Frank gasped, the terror was quickly leaching out of his eyes, replaced by lust and adoration instead.

"God you are so beautiful Frank," I sighed as I sunk another finger into him, scissoring them gently. I may have been a virgin, but I knew the semantics at least, and by the sounds Frank was making, I was doing something right.

"Gerard - oh fuck," Frank hissed, pushing back onto my hand, making sure to keep eye contact with me the entire time. As I watched, his pupils dilated, and his entire expression became lax with pleasure. Even the trembling in his hands had ceased, they clutched my hips tightly as he continued to ride my fingers.

"I'm ready...please Gee," Frank whined desperately. Preparing myself as quickly as I could - not wanting to make Frank wait too long, I was soon ready and pressed up against his entrance.

"Look at me baby, don't close your eyes okay?" I said, running my fingers gently through Frank's hair until he granted my request. He was trembling softly again, but his eyes remained clear and unclouded by fear.

"I love you - oh fuck..." I hissed out as I pushed my way into him slowly.

He was so tight - oh so tight; I could barely catch a breath, I was too overwhelmed by the foreign sensation of being encased inside of Frank, and in my momentary distraction, I had closed my eyes, breaking the connection we had maintained this entire time.

Immediately Frank began to whimper softly; as soon as the sound reached my ears, my eyes snapped back open, and I moved my hands to cup his face so he couldn't look away from me.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm here - it's okay. Do you want me to stop?" I gasped out breathlessly.

"Don't stop, just please keep looking at me, keeping talking to me," Frank answered in a shaky voice, so I did just that.

As I began to move in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, I never once removed my gaze from Frank's.

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good," I groaned loudly as Frank wrapped his legs around me, pushing me even deeper inside of him.

"Ooh shit...Gee - fuck...right there. Oh fuck - do that again," Frank exclaimed when I thrust back in, slightly harder than before.

"You like that?" I teased, rubbing against his prostate instead of continuing my in and out movements.

"Ahh...fuck - harder please," Frank moaned loudly, his body shaking again, but this time from pleasure instead of from fear.

I gave him what he was asking for, increasing my pace as I continued to ramble to him about how gorgeous he looked all spread out for me, about how much I loved the noises he made, about how much I loved him, and anything else that popped into my pleasure filled brain.

Frank reached down and began stroking himself roughly, but I quickly slapped his hand away, replacing it with my own, pumping him up and down in time with each of snap of my hips.

"Don't stop Gee...I'm so fucking close -" Frank hissed, and I was too. I was actually surprised I hadn't come already, because this felt so fucking good - I had been close from the moment we started, but I wanted to see Frank come undone first.

"Come on baby, I want you to come for me - I want to see your face," I whispered, clutching his hip with my free hand so I could pull him even closer to me.

"Gerard!" Frank borderline screamed out my name as he came all over his stomach, his legs trembling wildly, falling from their position around my waist as if he didn't have the strength to hold them there anymore. Seeing him completely lose it underneath me was the final shove I needed; I came so hard I swear - I blacked out momentarily before collapsing against Frank's chest.

"I love you...I love you so much," I mumbled against his skin. I was too tired to move, my entire body was tingling all over, and Frank seemed to be in the same state.

"Gerard...that was amazing," Frank sighed out happily, and a weight lifted off my chest, one that I hadn't even been aware of, but hearing Frank say that released my hidden worries that maybe I hadn't been good enough for him, or maybe I had hurt him and he just didn't want to say anything, but I knew he wasn't lying to me, just like I knew that we had just taken a giant step in strengthening our relationship.

"You are the one that's amazing," I smiled to myself softly, still trying to process what had just happened. I had sex - with Frank, and it was better than any fantasy my mind had produced.

"Thank you Gee." Frank pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, but I leaned up so he could leave another on my lips instead. With a slight groan, I disentangled myself from Frank, grabbing one of our discarded shirts and throwing it to him so he could wipe his stomach before disposing of the condom and returning to bed.

"Did you seriously just thank me for having sex with you?" I joked, but I knew what he meant. I just wanted to hear his laugh, and I wasn't disappointed.

"Seriously though, that was - I don't even have words," Frank sighed in contentment, wrapping his arms around me lazily.

"So I guess for a virgin, I didn't do too bad?" I teased.

"If I didn't know you better, I would think you were lying, that's how good you were," Frank grinned up at me.

And his smile had changed - just a bit, and to anyone but me it wouldn't be noticeable, but I knew Frank so well that I caught that slightly higher upturn of his lips, how it came more freely to his face then before, and I knew I was fixing him. Piece by piece, I was gluing him back together, and that was the best feeling in the world, even though the sex had been pretty damn close.

Second update today ^_^

Eh so this wasn't my best smut scene, but I had to make it kind of awkward because of Frank's past and stuff. Hopefully it isn't as bad as I feel like it is, but I'm too lazy to fix it.

I'm tired af too. So yeah I'm gonna try and sleep.

I'm dedicating this to EmmaVonMonroe because your comment on the last chapter made me laugh so hard I almost choked on my water.

Enjoy my dirty minded friends :)

<3 starr