I was on my knees in front of Frank, gagging on him lightly as he moaned. My eyes watered as I took him deeper and I could feel his knees nearly buckle as he gasped. I made eye contact with him and Frank pulled away.

"Y-you're crying," he said, his lip quivering. "I-I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

"No," I denied, standing up. "Not crying, just gagging and gagging makes your eyes water."

"Oh," he mumbled.

I sniffled, holding his hand. I pulled him back to the mattress, kissing him roughly. He seemed to be letting me take control as I pulled off his shirt and his jeans were chucked aside. I pulled Frank to the edge of the bed and pushed his legs open a little bit wider. I sat on my knees, my tongue ran over his hole and he cried out. His thighs tightened around my head and his hand curled into my hair.

"W-Wait," he whimpered. "Stop, I'm gonna come."

I frowned in confusion as I pulled away.

"You don't wanna come?" I asked.

"I-I wanna ride you," he whispered.

I smiled and pulled my shirt off. I shucked off my jeans and boxers, kissing him as I crawled onto the bed and laid on my back. Frank straddled my hips and my eyes widened when he positioned himself over me.

"W-Wait, you need to be stretched," I said. "Im not even slicked up—"

I was cut off when Frank slammed himself down onto me, reminding me all too much that Frank doesn't feel pain. I was gasping for breath, waves of pleasure wrapping around my brain. 

"H-holy—oh holy fuck," I moaned.

I looked up at Frank, his jaw dropped with his hands pressed to my chest. He whimpered, slowly grinding his hips. I held his hips, lifting him up before slamming him back down.

"Oh fuck," he whimpered.

Frank bounced on my lap, crying out desperately as his nails raked over my chest. He changed his angle slightly and let out a loud whine when I hit his prostate.

It was going so fast and although I wanted to slow down and make it last longer, I wanted nothing more than to just finish right then and there.

"Shit, Frank," I groaned.

I snapped my hips upwards and Frank gasped. He rolled his hips, kissing me roughly. I moaned against his lips, sweat building up between us. My hand tangled into his hair, my other still gripping his hip so hard it would leave bruises if he could bruise.

"I-I'm gonna come," he whimpered.

He was tensing up and I could tell that he was close, trying his hardest not to finish but his hips began to slow down. I flipped us over, pushing him down against the mattress. I pulled his legs up over my shoulders before slamming into him. Frank cried out, legs tense and shaking.

"Oh please, harder," he begged.

I held his hips as I slammed into him. The pleasure was starting to build up but I wanted to make him come first. Changed the angle a bit and Frank was nearly in shambles as he came untouched, his hips jerking. I could feel him tightening around me, spurring me on as my thrusts became erratic and uneven. I came undone finishing inside him with a loud groan. I pulled out, laying down next to him.

"Shit," he breathed.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"Oh god, more than okay," he said. "I didn't know being a bottom could be so amazing."

"It helps when you feel no pain," I said.

Frank pushed his sweaty hair back from his face and I smiled at him, leaning over to give him a kiss.

"You're so cute," I mumbled.

He blushed, looking at me with those glowing eyes.

"Frank, I-I think I'm falling in love with you," I whispered.

Frank's eyes widened, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Y-you do?" He asked. "F-for real? Really?"

"Of course," I said.

Frank whimpered and buried his face into my chest. I knew he felt the same way and he didn't even have to say it, his eyes told me. It was scary, though. Being in love is scary. I wasn't sure if it was real love but maybe it was. I really hoped it was.  My heart raced when I was near him, I always wanted to be near him when we were apart.

I heard a quiet sniffle and realized that Frank was crying. I frowned in confusion, turning his head to look up at me while I gently cupped his cheek.

"Baby, why are you crying?" I asked.

"I-I don't know," he whimpered. "I'm just happy. I just can't believe that I met you. I didn't think that I would ever find someone like you and I'm really glad that I was able to meet you because you're so supportive and accepting and you make me so happy and sometimes you almost make it seem like my curse isn't so bad. And...I-I think...I lov--"

Frank cut himself off with a nervous whimper and I saw the lightning bolts dancing along his fingertips. There were a couple small shocks but they didn't hurt too bad. Frank hid his face behind his hands and I giggled.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I get so nervous a lot and I hate it and--"

"Hey," I interrupted in a soft voice. "It's okay, I know."

Frank relaxed and gave me a kiss.

"Can we go watch a movie?" He asked.

I nodded and we both changed into some pajamas and I borrowed some of Frank's. We were deciding what movie to watch when his mom walked in with a smile.

"Hey, did you two eat dinner?" She asked.

"Yeah, we got some pizza," Frank said.

"Alright, I'm gonna head to bed then," she said. "Will you two keep it down a bit, please?"

"Of course, mama," Frank said.

Ms. Iero smiled and kissed the top of his head. She even gave me a small hug and I smiled before she went upstairs.

"Where was she at?" I asked.

"She was visiting my grandma and she also was getting the cyanide," he said.

"Sh-she got it already?" I asked.

"She should have," he said. "She told me we could try it tomorrow."

My stomach dropped as I looked away, my eyes watering.

"S-so, what movie do you wanna watch?" I asked.

"Let's watch a horror movie," he said.

"I thought you hated horror movies," I said.

"Yeah but I wanna try to watch one," he said. "I mean, people must like them for a reason and that must mean that they're good and I should give it a try. Pick one out, I don't know which ones are good."

I decided on Chucky after searching through the Netflix horror section and sat with him on the couch with the lights turned off. Frank seemed to get increasingly more scared during the duration of the movie and soon we weren't touching because he was beginning to spark up. A particularly loud jumpscare made Frank jump and scream, a large lightning bolt shooting out and the light in the hall burst and the tv shut off.

I looked over at Frank in the dark, hearing his quiet whimpers as he cried, trying to catch his breath.

"Frank!" His mom shouted from upstairs. "What did I tell you about watching horror movies?!"

She came downstairs and Frank went to the garage and soon the power came back on. When I looked out the window it seemed half the block's power went out.

"Frankie, you know you're not allowed to watch horror movies," she said.

"I-I wanted to see what it was like," Frank said.

Ms. Iero sighed, gently wiping away his tears.

"Can we please do the cyanide now?" Frank asked.

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"Please, there's no point in waiting until tomorrow," he said.

"Fine," she said. "I'll make you a hot chocolate, okay?"

Frank nodded and my eyes watered as I looked at Frank.

"Please don't," I whispered.

"Gerard, you know I have to, I can't live like this anymore," he said. "B-but you'll still love me?"

"Of course I will," I said, giving him a kiss.

He was sparking up again but there was still a glow in his eyes.

"Y-you don't know what will happen," I whimpered. "It could hurt you."

Frank just took a few deep breaths and I could tell that he was just as nervous as me.

"I-it's gonna be okay," he said.

I sniffled as we sat on the couch and his mom walked in with a little Winnie the Pooh mug.

"My favorite cup," Frank said as he took the hot chocolate.

"You don't have to do this, Baby," Ms. Iero said. "We can find a different way."

"I need something strong and deadly," he said. "This is laced with cyanide?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"How much?" I asked.

"Enough to kill someone," she said.

Frank looked down at the warm liquid nervously and I held his hand, ignoring the small shocks. He took a big drink before setting the mug down on the coffee table.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Frank looked at me nervously and Ms. Iero held his other hand. He began to gasp and I realized that he was having trouble breathing. Frank's body began convulsing and Ms. Iero caught him before he fell, laying him down on the floor. His face was turning purple, foam dribbling from his mouth as he looked up at me in panic.

"It's okay," Ms. Iero whispered. "I got you, Baby, mama's here."

Frank was still seizing and gasping and it was only another minute before he went still, his eyes closed.

"I-is he okay?" I asked.

Ms. Iero sniffled and leaned down, putting her head against his chest.

"He's breathing but it's really shallow," she said. "His heart is beating slow."

I cried, going to the kitchen to get a wet paper towel to wipe off his face, which was slowly turning less purple. She put Frank onto the couch and we both waited until we heard quiet mumbles.

"Hey, Junior," Ms. Iero said softly. "Hey, I'm right here. C-can you show me your flames?"

Frank weakly held his hand up but nothing appeared.

"O-oh my god," she muttered. "There's no flames."

Frank still seemed a little out of it as he peeked his eyes open, looking over at me, the glow in his eyes gone.