Running Like Forever [Frank Iero][1]

Part 42

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"Frank, stop!" I giggled as I tried to push him away with not much luck. "We have to finish this project!"

He smiled and kissed my neck again. "But I don't want to."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Frank, c'mon."

He moved away from me on the couch with a sigh. "Fine."

We both sat there for the next hour and a half doing some dumb English project. It wasn't anything that either of us were interested in so that just made it even harder to concentrate on, especially since there was a very attractive young man sitting oh so close to me. Every once and a while I would have to stop from Frank trying to kiss me, but hey, I wasn't going to complain. After what felt like forever the project was finally done, with no help from Frank.

I sighed and sat back on the couch. "Finally, we're done!"

Frank laughed at me from his spot on the floor. I looked down at him with a playful glare. He had this weird look on his face that I couldn't quite comprehended as he crawled toward me; I had never seen him look at me like that before. Lust?

He sat back on his knees still on the floor in front of me. His hands rested on my knees as he moved in between my legs and kissed my lips lightly. He begged for entrance and I gave it to him, seeing as I had pushed him away at every other attempt he had made today. He pushed me back into the couch as he climb on top of me.

"Frank," I moaned into the kiss, feeling my stomach tighten with excitement.

He pushed me down until I was lying on my back, our lips still moving in sync. His hands moved over my sides; his touch sending electricity through my body. Yet another moan escaped my mouth as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping lightly at my collarbone; I barely even noticed his hand as it slipped under my shirt, all my attention placed on the spot where his lips were attached to my sensitive skin. Frank's free hand trailed down my side as he pushed his hips down farther against mine creating a well-deserved bit of friction between us. My fingers racked through his hair as his lips met mine once again.

He pushed himself up off me as he kneeled over me, a confident smirk plastered on his lips as he took this moment to pull his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the ground next to the couch. I let out a shaky breath as my eyes moved up and down his skinny frame, admiring all the tattoos he had accumulated over the years. I ran my hands over his chest until they tugged on the top of his jeans, unbuttoning them with ease. He leaned back down onto me letting our lips meet once again. Tension built as the seconds passed, both of us ready and willing for what was to happen next.

His hands undid my jeans, pulling down the zipper as his eyes glanced toward mine quickly before he tugged the material down over my hips slightly, my navy blue panties just barely exposed. His thumbs rubbed against the bare skin of my hips, teasing me; it took every fiber of my being not to take control of the situation. His lips moved over mine and for just a second I thought it was going to happen, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans as Frank's phone began ringing at full volume.

He pulled his lips away from mine and groaned loudly. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Frank pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID. He looked down at me apologetically and then got up off me, buttoning his pants as he did. I sighed in frustration, flopping back onto the couch knowing that the moment had been lost all together.

"Hello?" Frank tried to even out his breathing.

"Are you serious, Gerard?"

He looked angry. "But I'm doing something."

His face flushed as he stared up toward the ceiling. "No... No!!!"

There was a pause as he glanced at me. "Fine. I'll be there soon."

Frank sighed heavily as he closed his phone. He walked over to the couch and took a seat next to me. I had already fixed my shirt and button my jeans back up and now here we sat quietly.

"Mandatory band practice," Frank huffed, crossing his arms like a little kid.

I patted his knee lightly. "It's okay. I'll come with you."

He looked over at me and smiled. "You're amazing, you know that?"

I smiled back. "I try my best."

After a slight pause, I stood and headed for the front door, grabbing my coat and keys on the way. Before I could open the door, Frank's hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around as he backed me up against the door, his hands on either side of my head so even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't.

He leaned in toward me, whispering in a gruff tone. "By the way, we are most definitely finishing what we started just now." A seductive smirk place upon his pretty lips.

I bit at my lower lip, nerves and excitement once again building up inside me at just the thought of finally having sex with Frank again. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled away from me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me out the door. As we got into my car and started the engine, I made sure to plant a sweet kiss to Frank's lips before we headed off to Gerard's house.

"I hate you sometimes you know that." I gave Gerard a smack on the arm as we entered the house.

"Why?" He smirked down at me, knowing full well what he had done. "Because I interrupted your little alone time with Frankie boy?"

I couldn't help the blush that rose to me cheeks as I spoke. "Yes."

He laughed walking away, leaving me alone in the kitchen by myself. I groaned, grabbing a soda from the refrigerator before following after him.