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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Bandom
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way, Frank/Gerard
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Frank_Iero, Mikey_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, High
      School, Light_Dom/sub, Light_BDSM
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-21 Completed: 2014-08-06 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5894
****** Starbucks and timetables. ******
by haidurfrerard_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Gerard is totally not in love with his awkward English teacher, like,
     not at all.
Notes
     i am a loser and i wrote this for the lovely fictionalkid on her
     ask.fm initially, but i was lazy and so i finished this all in a
     chunk, have fun
***** Chapter 1 *****
Gerard's favourite lesson definitely wasn't English. All his teachers had been
completely shit and tried to find meaningful reasons for why curtains were blue
(they represented the author's inner sadness), which was why he had no
expectations when it came to his first lesson of the year. When he walked into
the classroom, he headed for his usual seat at the back of the class, only to
be stopped by an unfamiliar voice.
"Excuse me, but where are you going?" Gerard turned to answer, and then
stopped. Because holy shit, there was a hot man in the classroom. A hot man
with tattoos, and a lipring, and who had to be like, barely more than 5ft tall,
and this weird floppy fauxhawk thing that Gerard wanted to just stroke.
"Um. I'm going to sit down?"
"Well, I don't know how your last teacher taught you, but we have a seating
plan now." A seating plan? What the fuck was a seating plan? The hot guy - who
was probably his teacher, Gerard realised, with a sinking feeling - seemed to
have heard his thoughts and said, "I've chosen where everyone will sit for the
first semester, so I can get to know you all a bit better." Gerard stared at
the teacher and said extremely intelligently, as he did, "Huh what?" The hot
teacher laughed and said, "Okay, you're sitting at the front row now. What's
your name?" Gerard's mouth was dry. Fuck, this teacher was hot.
"My name. Yes. Um. Gerard, Gerard Way."
"Well, Gerard, Gerard Way, I'm Mr. Iero. I'm going to be your English teacher
this year."
And Gerard may or may not have secretly thought and maybe a little bit more
than that. He sat down where Mr. Iero directed him, and tried to not think
about the things he wanted that mouth to do to him. During the lesson, Gerard
found out that Mr. Iero was not only young, hot and fresh out of college, but
he was also actually good at his job. And his name was Frank. He accidentally
let that slip when he wrote "Frank" instead of "Mr. Iero" on the board. Frank
would a good name to scream in bed. Gerard definitely did not go home that
night and jack off to the thought of Mr. Iero sucking him off, or that lipring
on his dick, or being dominated by him, as he made sure that Gerard would feel
it for days to come.
And he certainly wasn't doodling Mr. Iero's tattoos during maths, because
Gerard did not, and could not, lust after his teachers. Well, teacher. But
still. Gerard tried to shake away the thoughts of Mr. Iero that ran through his
head on Tuesday, thinking of dead puppies and naked ladies - ew - but Mr. Iero
was still running through his mind.
***
His next English lesson was on a Wednesday, and Gerard spent most of that
lesson trying not to daydream about Frank - he'd started thinking of him like
that; it was easier in his head - although, it didn't help that he always
seemed to nearly notice Gerard spacing out.
But Mr. Iero never picked on him, or called on him while he was zoned out in
filthy reverie. Mr. Iero just continued patiently waiting, watching and
writing. After a week of being taught by him, Gerard started to overlook the
fact that Frank was hot. He started to notice the smaller, cuter things, like
how he got really excited about explaining what sonnets were, and how he was
full of energy for such a small man. When he spoke, he spoke with a genuine
enthusiasm for what he was saying, gesturing and waving his hands around a lot.
How a man so sexy could also act so much like a three year-old, was something
Gerard struggled to grasp, but enjoyed watching all the same.
Then, one day, halfway into the third week of being taught by Mr. Iero, Gerard
had a thought: What would it be like to be in love with Frank? The day after,
he couldn't face seeing Mr. Iero in a corridor, or anywhere else, so he went
behind the back of the school to his smoking spot to be alone with his
thoughts. Being in love with Frank Iero would be a very, very bad thing indeed.
However, unfortunately for Gerard, it seemed like the odds were stacked against
him, because just as Gerard had lit his cigarette, Frank had to walk out and
light a smoke as well. And then do a double-take, because Gerard was kind of
quiet, and he obviously hadn't seen him.
"Gerard, uh, what are you doing out here?" Gerard snorted; was Frank even for
real?
"I'm smoking, obviously." He wasn't sure where the confidence had come from.
Frank smiled at him, "Yes, yes you are. I guess I should probably give you a
detention, or something, right?" It was almost laughable, Gerard thought. Frank
could really fucking teach in the classroom, and got complicated literary
concepts across to them in almost every lesson, but in such a basic out of
classroom situation, he was practically useless, in a kind of adorable way.
"Most teachers would give me one, but you're not really like most teachers, are
you?" Frank sighed. "No, I guess I'm not. However, my filing cabinets do need
rearranging, so I think you can help with that after school this week." He blew
out a ring of smoke, before putting out the cigarette under his foot. He turned
to go back inside the building, but not before saying, "Oh, and Gerard, make
sure you're not late. Or there will be more... consequential consequences."
He tried to look menacing, but ended up laughing and walking off. Gerard shook
his head. He was so fucked.
***
The next day, Gerard passed Mr. Iero in the hallway, where he was told,
"Remember: 4:00, my office. Do not be late." Gerard was slightly excited about
his detentions. Being in a small room with his hot teacher-crush was like a wet
dream come true.
After his last lesson - math, which he sucked at - Gerard headed to Mr. Iero's
office. He knocked at the door, and awaited the "Come in!".
When he did go in, he looked around in awe. The room was full of framed
pictures of shitty 80s horror film posters, and album art for punk bands that
Gerard hadn't even heard of, but whose albums were so getting downloaded later
that night. And fuck, there was Mr. Iero, sitting at the desk while Gerard was
looking around like an idiot. "So, Gerard, are you ready to get your hands
dirty?"
Hell yes he was.
***
Gerard found out a lot of things in his first detention. The first, was that
Frank had no idea how to organise files. The second, was that what Frank was
lacking in filing knowledge, he made up for with his knowledge of music. And he
also knew all the shitty horror films that Gerard owned, and more. He was so
perfect, and so off limits.
Had they met under different circumstances, neither one of them would be fully
clothed, and in the same room together, if Gerard had his way.
And Gerard's fantasies to jerk off to, would no longer be merely fantasies, but
instead, they'd be his reality. If only life were so fair.
***
After 4 days of helping Frank out, Gerard was at a loss of what to do. He had
no clue whether he should continue helping (and hanging out with) his teacher,
or whether his job was done. So, on the last day, he snuck out during his last
period to get Mr. Iero a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks.
He got back the school just in time to make it to Mr. Iero's office without
being late (and avoided the 'consequential consequences'). When he walked in
with the coffee, he noticed Frank perked up considerably. "Gerard! Thank you,
you shouldn't have!" But he drunk it anyway, sighing softly. "I love these so
much."
Of course, Gerard already knew this, having listened to Frank wax poetical
about how delicious Starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes were, even though he was
lactose intolerant. Gerard shouldn't even have known that. He was so gone for
Mr. Iero.
Frank looked up from his coffee at Gerard, who was feeling slightly awkward
just standing there while Frank drunk his coffee. "So, um, Gerard. Today's the
last day of your detention, right?"
And how he wished it wasn't.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Frank sighed. "Okay, take a seat Gerard. I would like to
talk to you about something." He paused. "Now, I'm not really supposed to be
doing this, but would you like to maybe, hang out sometime? Outside of school?
I mean, I just, kind of feel like, maybe we could've been friends, if, well.
School." Gerard stopped fiddling with his hands to look at Frank. "Whoa,
really, Mr. Iero? That would be cool, I guess. I mean, you can't be that much
older than me, right? But I don't want to get you in any trouble, or
anything..."
"Relax, Gerard. It'll be our little secret." Gerard gawped at him. "I mean, I
uh, not like, I mean," Frank stuttered, as he realised what he was suggesting.
"It's cool, Mr. Iero, I know what you mean. Do you want to go grab some more
coffee?"
Frank exhaled slowly. "Sure, but you've got to stop calling me Mr. Iero now -
it makes me feel twice my age."
"How old are you, anyway, Frank?" Gerard asked, testing out how it would feel
to call him Frank out loud. "I'm 23, but my birthday's very soon, on
Halloween."
So that explains the tattoos across his fingers, Gerard thought to himself.
***
They'd left Frank's office, and were now in the teachers' parking lot of the
school. "So, are we going now?" Gerard asked, as Frank hunted for his keys from
his bag and showed Gerard to his car. "Um, it's kind of shitty, because this is
my first job, but uh, it'll get us to Starbucks. Hopefully." Gerard sat down in
the passenger seat, next to Frank.
As they drove to Starbucks, Gerard flicked through the tapes in Frank's car.
"Wow, you like Black Flag?"
"Yeah, they're one of my favourite bands! I have a tattoo of their logo, as
well." Frank just kept getting hotter and hotter. Gerard turned his head
slightly to look at Frank. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in
time with the song that was playing, softly murmuring the words. God, he looked
so kissable.
Gerard continued to stare at Frank for the duration of the journey to
Starbucks. When they got there, Frank nervously said to Gerard, "Is there like,
something on my face? Because you've been staring at me for the whole journey."
Gerard held back a laugh, "Yeah, there's something just here," and then he
leaned in close, and pressed his lips against Frank's.
His mouth was soft, except for where the cool metal of his lip-ring rubbed
against Gerard's lips. Frank pulled back, "Gerard, we shouldn't, I mean we
could-"
"Just shut up, and kiss me, Frank." At first they kissed soft and sweet, but
then their kisses became hungrier, and more lustful. Gerard manoeuvred himself
so that he was sitting on Frank's lap. Frank stopped for breath, and then said,
"Gerard, as much as I want to, you know we can't. I could... I could lose my
job, and -"
"I know it's selfish of me to ask you to risk that, but c'mon. We're having
fun, right?" Frank stared at Gerard, and then said, "Fuck it, let's do this."
Gerard smiled at that, before returning to what he had been doing - kissing and
biting along Frank's collarbone and neck, and grinding down on him. Frank bit
back a moan as Gerard unzipped his jeans, ghosting his fingers over Frank's
underwear, before pulling them off and stroking along the length of his hard-
on.
He wanted to feel guilty about almost taking advantage of Gerard like this, but
the way Gerard touched him made him feel in a way that was different to his own
hands, and the few stolen moments he'd had with nameless men at college parties
before he decided to get serious about his career in teaching. Gerard moved
further down the seat so that his mouth was in line with the head of Frank's
cock.
He looked up at Frank, somehow managing to make something so pure and innocent
look so disgustingly filthy. As soon as his mouth wrapped around Frank's cock,
Frank inhaled sharply. Gerard slowly began to suck along the length of Frank's
dick, running his tongue along the underside of it, while jerking him off at
the same time. Frank's hips jerked up, thrusting deeper into Gerard's throat.
Frank tangled his hands in Gerard's long black hair, moaning as Gerard played
with his balls. When he knew he was close, he pushed Gerard's mouth off of his
dick and came in his hand when Gerard stroked along his dick, twisting his
wrist. Frank let out a shaky breath that he didn't know he'd been holding.
"Gerard, I, we, um, you know we shouldn't, we can't, I mean um. I liked that, a
lot, but um -"
"Relax, Frank. We're both consenting adults, right? Plus, you're my teacher.
This is your decision." Frank stared at Gerard for a few moments, and then made
his decision. "Fuck it," he said, and kissed Gerard hard. He pulled back before
Gerard had time to fully register what had happened, and then said, "So, what
about that coffee we were gonna get?"
***
Gerard held Frank's hand as they got out of the car, eager to show people that
Frank was his. Frank looked sheepish, but when they got in, he took control of
the situation, ordering for both him and Gerard. As they waited for their
drinks, Gerard asked him a question while picking at a cookie he'd bought for
himself. "So, what made you decide? Why did you choose me?"
Frank bit his lip and smiled, before answering Gerard. "I said yes, because I
feel like I know you'd do anything for me." Frank twisted his hands in Gerard's
hair, pulling him in for a kiss.
"You know we shouldn't, not here," Gerard murmured. "Mm, you're right, but
you're mine now, and I don't care who sees that," Frank replied softly.
***
Gerard watched Frank attentively, picking up the small details in his actions,
the way his fingers curled around his mug, the way his eyes lit up slightly
when he talked about music, and most of all, how Frank paid actual attention to
what Gerard said to him. He treated Gerard like a real person, not like he was
someone that was going to be used for a casual fuck, and then left lying in the
dirt. In Gerard's previous relationships, he did have some experience, it had
been either all give, or all take.
If he actually was in a relationship with Frank - Mr. Iero, fuck - he knew it
wouldn't be like that. Gerard and Frank were content in their daydreams about
each other, until a harsh voice pulled them back to reality.
"Do you want any more coffee, guys?"
Gerard looked up in surprise; he had completely forgotten where they were. He
glanced at Frank, and realised the older man had also lost himself in reverie.
Frank answered for the two of them. "We're alright, thanks, but we'll let you
know if we need anything." After the waiter had returned to his work, Gerard
leaned in closer - across the table - to Frank and whispered to him, "You know,
what I want, I don't think the waiter's gonna want to hear that... How about we
go back to your place, if you're okay with that, as in."
***
Frank and Gerard arrived at Frank's tiny apartment. "I'm sorry it's not much,
but-" Frank was cut off by Gerard's slightly chapped lips on his, applying
gentle pressure to the older man's mouth. Frank was slightly taken aback at the
sudden display of affection, but relaxed into the kiss when he remembered that
the two of them were at his house, away from the suspicious eyes of the public.
Gerard's arms wrapped about Frank's slight waist, and he bucked his hips
forward, sending shivers of pleasure up Frank's spine. "Gerard, you're, you're
too young, we can't -"
"I wasn't too young when I was sucking your dick though, so come on, Frank, let
loose, this is my last year, have some fun," Gerard replied, "I promise you
it'll be mutually beneficial," he said, with a wink. Frank gave into Gerard's
horny persistence, and kissed him deeper, running his tongue along the younger
boy's tiny teeth. Gerard moaned slightly, sliding his hands down to brush
against Frank's crotch, panting out, "See, I knew you'd like this," before
unzipping Frank's pants and slipping his hands into his boxers. The feeling of
Gerard's fingers lightly skating up and down his hardening dick sent familiar
shivers up Frank's spine.
Frank gasped slightly, as Gerard exerted more pressure, before whimpering,
"Need to fuck you, now," which got him a 'hell yes' in response. Frank fumbled
around in a drawer near him, frantically searching for lube and a condom. Once
he'd found it, he prepped Gerard; slowly scissoring in and out of him.
"H-h-have you done this before?" Frank asked, maybe a little too late, as
Gerard was wincing slightly in front of him, but still he asked. "Yeah, well, I
mean, I'm not a virgin, but, it's not like I do this often or anything, sir."
Gerard looked up at Frank, trying to see if he'd heard what he had been called.
Frank whistled through his teeth. Gerard was more insightful than he had
anticipated.
"So, that's how you want it? Wanna call me sir while I'm pulling on your hair
with your mouth on my dick? Is that how it is? Want me to fuck you right
through the wall?" Gerard nodded at him, chewing on his thin lips. "Well,
Gerard, you're gonna get everything you want, let me promise you that." Gerard
had pretty much already been prepped, and Frank was pretty much already hard.
Frank inhaled deeply, as Gerard panted while Frank eased himself into Gerard,
before forcefully thrusting, repeatedly, until the two of them came in a messy
heap.
Frank was tempted to clean up, but when he looked at Gerard's open, exhausted
face, he was suddenly not bothered. "You did so good, baby, so good." They fell
asleep curled up in each other's arms.
***
When Gerard woke up, it was almost 8pm, and he began to freak out - what would
his mom and brother think? He shook the older man awake, and quickly told him
where he was going, and ran home as fast as his tired legs could take him.
***
Frank was upset to see Gerard go, but still glowed with the violent pleasure
that he and Gerard had shared. Once the younger of the two had left, Frank
wrapped his hand around his dick, curling his fingers around himself, before
stroking up and down the length of his dick. He imagined Gerard's mouth
replacing his hands, and himself getting closer and closer to climaxing as he
thrust deeper into Gerard's throat, relishing in the soft moans the boy would
be making. He came quickly in his hand, and then stood up and proceeded to
clean his apartment.
***
Gerard could not believe what he had done. He had had sex with a teacher. And
not just any teacher, Mr. Iero, the man he jerked off to for weeks on end,
before finally making a move. His mom and brother had hardly noticed he'd been
gone, they just checked whether or not he had eaten. That was how he liked it.
He preferred being by himself in his grotty little basement bedroom, than being
forced into making small talk with his pleasant enough, but dull, parents. His
brother, he didn't mind so much. There were three years between them, but most
of the time, Mikey seemed much older than Gerard, wiser too. While Gerard
tended to be hotheaded, and rushed into things, Mikey balanced him out with
quiet reason, never failing to make his elder brother see sense. Mikey could
tell what Gerard had been doing, if not who.
"You've got a little something, right there, Gee," he said, grinning at
Gerard's panicked expression, "it's okay, I won't tell Mom," he smirked, mainly
at his brother's sigh of relief, "as long as you tell me who the lucky guy is."
Gerard looked even more panicked after his brother had uttered that sentence.
Could he trust his brother? "Okay, Mikey, I'll tell you, but if you freak out
and tell Mom, I'm gonna tell her about the stash of pornos under your mattress,
okay?"
Mikey laughed, and nodded in compliance, "So, um, I'm kind of, maybe, dating
someone older," Mikey snorted, "and, um, he may or may not be my English
teacher..." Mikey's jaw dropped. His nerdy older brother, who rarely left his
basement, had somehow procured a boyfriend, a teacher, no less, and he'd
already had sex? Was this even the brother he knew? Gerard laughed awkwardly at
his expression.
"So, so, are you gonna say something, or?" he wasn't quite sure what to say,
but he knew that he had to be careful, because Mikey's reactions were almost
unfathomable until they happened. He watched Mikey lick his lips, recognising
the telltale sign of mulling over his thoughts. "I'm not quite sure what to
say, Gee, but, promise me you'll be careful? I don't want to see you get hurt,
especially not with an older guy." Gerard nodded in compliance; he had already
planned to be careful, and it wasn't as if he was in love with Frank, well, not
yet.
***
Gerard stared at the clock in his biology lab, willing the minutes to pass
faster. He was eager to see Frank again, as it had been a week since they had
last been together. They had been getting closer, and as desperate as he was to
avoid it, Gerard knew he'd be unable to escape the inevitability of falling in
love with Frank. The older man was everything that Gerard wanted in a boyfriend
- smart, hot, and so good in bed. He catered for Gerard's every needy whim,
satisfying him in ways previously unbeknownst to Gerard. The only problem they
had was keeping their hands off of each other in school, but it was a week
until school finished for winter break, so the itch of desire was not so potent
within them.

The bell rung, and Gerard almost sprang out of his seat. He was desperate to
feel things only Frank could make him feel after his day at school, and he was
also eager to please his incredibly sweet boyfriend. He knew his friends
wouldn't miss him very much, after all, this had become a routine that they'd
fallen into, and he'd spent time with them in the week that he'd not been with
Frank.

He walked to Starbucks - it had fast become a place of meeting for them as it
was out of the way of anyone they knew - and ordered his and Frank's usual
drinks. His boyfriend entered the coffee shop a few minutes later, looking
slightly flustered. 
"I'm sorry I'm late, babe, the principal wanted to talk to me about
preparations for the Spring book festival, as I'm the only English teacher
who's not involved in an extracurricular activity," he panted out. Gerard
laughed at the ridiculousness of the school's policies - they were trying to
turn adult teachers into goddamn kids, but he shouldn't care about that, after
all, he was one of those goddamn kids. 
***
Gerard let out a moan, his heart racing as Frank's mouth wrapped itself tightly
around his cock, slowly building up a rhythm. He longed to touch Frank, wrap
his hands in the dark hair that fell over his eyes, but the cuffs around his
wrists restrained him. They had been experimenting with the cuffs and other
wrist ties during the first week of winter break, but this was the first time
that Gerard had been in this position. He whined as Frank pulled off his dick
slowly, so slowly his lips made a soft 'pop' as they disengaged with Gerard's
dick. "Please, sir," Gerard whispered, "I'm so close." Frank smirked up at him,
before saying, "Well, I guess you're going to have to be a good boy then."
***
The first week back at school, in January, was hell. Gerard was swamped with
surprise tests from almost all of his teachers, including Mr. Iero, and he was
not pleased. He didn't know any of the shit on the tests, and he couldn't deal
with the bad grades. For weeks, the only person he talked to was his brother,
until it got to the point where they were sick of each other, and Gerard had to
explain to his friends what was happening. They weren't surprised when he told
them he didn't like the tests - who does like tests? - but they were surprised
when they found out that he had a boyfriend. They'd assumed he'd been avoiding
them to do more drawings, which Gerard found particularly amusing, but they
were pleased for him, as friends should be.
Gerard hadn't been apart from Frank for this long in, well, ever. He supposed
it was probably for the best, because getting caught sneaking around was not
something either of them needed in their lives, however he did miss Mr. Iero,
and it hurt. He wasn't used to being so deeply attached to anyone that wasn't
related to him; one night stands don't allow you to get attached. Plus, Frank
had been busy too, organising activities that a surprising amount of students
actually turned up to (Gerard not being one of them - he found out from Bob
about "how many people actually wanted to impress his nerd ass boyfriend").
***
Gerard's birthday was approaching; he was about to be able to legally
(excluding the teacher part, of course) have sex with Frank, and he could end
the sort of fight they were in and God, he wanted to fucking burn himself on
Frank's heat. He was nearly 18, and there didn't have to be any sneaking
around, and he was so fucking in love.
***
His parents bought him three of the CDs he had asked them for, some new
markers, and several different sizes of sketchpads. His brother gave him a
personalised mixtape, and some of the expensive candies he liked. His friends
all chipped in and bought him the expensive inks he had been trying (and
failing) to save up for, and a couple of t-shirts. And he appreciated all his
gifts, but he only wanted one thing. He sent a quick text:
hey, can i come over? it's my birthday ;)
The response he got was brief, but crushing all the same, so far from what he
was expecting that it hurt more than it was meant to.
Something's come up. Can't talk now, see you tomorrow.
He desperately wanted to be tightly embraced by the strong, tattooed arms of
his boyfriend, but instead, he put on a smile and went to play video games with
Mikey. he didn't even put an x.
***
The next day, he had English first thing; words couldn't describe how excited
he was to be seeing Frank again. Except, when he walked into the lesson, he was
greeted not with the hot, punk dork he was expecting, but an elderly man
sitting at the desk. He was about to ask where Mr. Iero was, but one of the
over-eager girls who sat near him said first, "Excuse me, sir, but where's Mr.
Iero?" Gerard had thought the previous day's text had made him feel bad, but
the reply his classmate was given made him feel even worse.
"Mr. Iero is currently on paternity leave, it seems his wife gave birth over
the weekend and of course, he won't be back in school for a few weeks."
A lot of the students in the classroom went "aww" at the mention of a baby, but
Gerard felt like jumping out of the window. He managed to stay in his English
lesson, but after the period finished, he ran to the mall, hoping to distract
himself from the tears that were pooling up in his eyes. He had never felt so
lied to. Was Frank really what he seemed? Was he even the age he had told
Gerard he was? Fuck, he could have been sleeping with a middle-aged man, and he
wouldn't even have known. Thoughts spun in Gerard's head faster than he could
cope with and he nearly bumped into an elderly lady, who gave him a questioning
look. He continued to not look where he was going, and then did bump into
someone. Possibly the last person he wanted to see at that moment, but fate
could be so cruel.
"Gerard? What the fuck? Aren't you meant to be in school?"
Gerard stared at him, before spitting out, "I could be saying the same to you
Frank, if that even is your name."
He attempted to turn and walk off, but the shorter man was still fitter and
tugged him back round. "God, Gerard, what are you on about? If this is about
the baby -"
Shoppers had started to stare at the two of them, curious, and slightly
annoyed, over what was going on.
"No, it's about the fucking puppy, of course it's about the baby, and now that
you mention it, the wife that GAVE BIRTH to that baby? The wife that you
conveniently never mentioned all those times you fucked me against the wall of
your apartment, or the times I had my mouth on your dick, but no, don't mind
me, I'm just making a fuss over nothing, you fucking asshole."
Frank was quiet, but kept his grip on Gerard, "Gerard. Gee, let's not do this
here. Please."
Gerard wanted to say that he didn't owe Frank that much, but the hold Frank had
on his heart was still too hard to ignore, so he complied.
***
They were in Frank's car, in the parking lot of the mall. Frank took a deep
breath before speaking, trying to show Gerard that his words were chosen
carefully.
"Before I explain everything to you, I want you to know that I never wanted to
hurt you. I do love you, and I wish it hadn't ended up like this. I was in
college, freshman year, and I met this girl. God, you remind me of her so much,
she's beautiful, you both have the same smile and hair, but anyway. I met her,
and we got together, and long story short, the condom broke, and she was
pregnant.
My family are Catholic, and I felt so guilty that I offered to marry her. So we
meet up occasionally so I can see my kids - she had twins - but some months
ago, before I met you, we were both lonely, and it led to our recent baby, and
fuck Gerard, you can't hate me for this, I was supporting her, I am supporting
her. But we're not together, and I swear, we are over.
When I met you, I knew you were different, and I should have told you this, but
I didn't know how, and there was never a right time, and I'm a fucking English
teacher, but I still couldn't find the right words -"
Gerard silenced him with a kiss, his heart ready to burst. "I love you," he
said, punctuating each word with a kiss, "I love you so much, Frank, and I'm
sorry."
They drove the car back to Frank's apartment, kissing at every moment they
could find. When they entered the apartment, Frank slowly started to undress
Gerard, leading him to the bedroom.
"I love you too, and fuck, I'm gonna show you how much I love you, baby, we're
gonna go so slow today, okay?"
He kissed Gerard, sugar sweet lips meeting, his hand pressed against Gerard's
slightly round stomach, stroking circles on it, and then moving his hands
lower, lower, lower down to his cock, fingertips gently brushing over his dick,
like it was the very first time. He used one hand to continue caressing
Gerard's dick, and one hand to stroke his face. It was much gentler than any
other sexual encounter they had had, and Gerard didn't know what to make of it.
He loved the dominant side of Frank that he brought out, but he also liked
being treated like a china doll too. He didn't want to succumb to Frank, but he
couldn't help it. He let out a soft moan as he felt the intrusion of lubed
fingers, and then a slightly louder moan as he felt Frank build up his rhythm.
They were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly, and nothing could
pull them apart.
***
After he and Frank had resolved their issues, Gerard felt as if several weights
had been taken off his shoulders, and being not very athletic, it felt good. He
had never liked conflicts, particularly not with people he loved. School, and
life in general, felt so much easier when he knew that he was not Frank's fling
on the side. It was stupid, because Gerard was far from being one of those
people who couldn't be whole without a partner, however, he did tend to get
rather attached to things.
***
"Congratulations to this year's graduating class for all the numerous
accomplishments they have acquired throughout their school lives, and the very
best of luck to them all for the future," the Principal's voice filled the
auditorium, filling Gerard's belly with butterflies. It was his last day in
school. His last day of having to hide his relationship from everyone around
him.
He zoned out during the valedictorian's speech, and was on autopilot while
collecting his high school certificate. He barely noticed that the cheers
filling the air when his name was called were much more than the polite ones he
was expecting (he felt somewhat a wallflower), as many of his fellow classmates
remembered him as the guy who had produced posters for almost all the school
events in the year. None of it affected him - all he wanted was Frank.
Once the ceremony had finished, he rushed to his parents and brother, and his
friends, before going off to see Frank.
"Frank! Mr. Iero, fuck, Frank!" He ran into his boyfriend's arms, desperately
trying to not recreate the clichéd pose featured in high school movies. "I'm so
proud of you, baby, God, you've finished high school, and we're going to be
together, and I love you so much, Gerard, I love you so fucking much."
***
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     we are @ the end guys
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Gerard struggled to carry his canvas up the stairs to Frank's apartment. He had
an assignment to hand in, and he'd barely begun it. But for the first time
since he'd left school, he truly felt content. He was twenty years old, living
with his boyfriend of three years, and studying at art school. It was well
worth the wait.
Chapter End Notes
     so this fic is ridiculously bad, but it's the first one of a decent
     length that i've actually finished, and i might be doing some art for
     it as well, but thank you for sticking with it if you have, and also
     thank you so much to maria for putting up with the random updates of
     this fic, because i probably wouldn't have finished this if i hadn't
     started writing it in your ask and people liked it. also thank you if
     you're reading this because you follow me on twitter, i'm sorry
     you've had to put up with my constant self-promos and shitty selfies
     and all the other crap that lead you to this. literally thank you to
     anyone and everyone who's read this/given it kudos/put it on your
     reclist, it means a lot. now that this is finished, i'm going to end
     it in my true thirsty way by saying, please read some of my other
     fics if you have a chance, whether or not you liked this one, i'm
     sure i'll finish them at some point!! love you all ahh!!
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