"But what is art and what does it mean?" She let a smile make its way over her lips, as she addressed the room of students.

"You sound like Mr Way, Miss Ballato..." Hannah on the first row with the ponytail: a common contributor to class added, "you're all pretentious this morning."

"That's not a bad thing, is it?" Lindsey let out a relaxed kind of laughter as she took a seat at her desk and glanced over the classroom and the dreary looking faces of her students. "Okay, you're tired I get that, but I can't get around doing this lesson - you'll fail if I don't, and then I'll get fired and you'll get held back which isn't good for either of us, because if I get fired then you will have to be taught by Mr Way, and if you can't handle a little bit of pretentious then you're gonna shoot yourselves in his class."

Gerard was the head of the art department, and therefore in charge of who went in what class, and by some miracle always seemed to end up with the enthusiastic kids, whereas Lindsey was forever lumped with the ones who'd simply taken art because it seemed easy, or the ones that Gerard didn't personally like.

"But, Miss..." Another kid looked up, " can't we just paint this lesson, that's educational, and we're all tired, and I... I just wanna chat and paint, not listen to some dull ass lecture..."

And in response, came a chorus of agreement from the classroom, and Lindsey let out a sigh.

"What do you want to talk about then? I'm determined to make this interesting for you." She closed her laptop, and in turn, her powerpoint, glancing across the room with eager eyes.

"Hey, Miss Ballato? Do you know anything about what's going on with Mr Way and that new English teacher?" And as the kid with blue hair in the back spoke, the whole room seemed to burst into a bubbly kind of life and excitement.

"As far as I know, there's nothing going on, or at least that's what Mr Way insists; you know how stubborn he is. He's all like 'I will not associate with English teachers', and up his own ass, you know what he's like-"

"But Miss..." Hannah's face turned up into a smile, "He walked into our lesson with Frank once, to talk to Helen about her homework or something, but he was all dumbstruck and staring at Frank, and when Helen got back inside she told me that he totally has a thing for him, like he's all secretive about it, but he's him, so... you know? But there's something."

"And he was totally staring at his ass, like it was not casual spacing out staring, but like, I want to pound your ass into that desk kind of staring-"

"Alicia!" Lindsey raised her eyebrows, shaking her head a little, but in reality, she was far too intrigued by this whole escapade involving Gerard and his little venture into Frank's classroom that had somehow escaped her knowledge up until now.

-

"I know what you've done." Lindsey met Gerard's gaze, placing a Starbucks coffee into his hand, perhaps as a bribe, perhaps just because she'd felt kind when she'd gone and gotten herself one.

"Huh?" He met her with a genuine kind of confusion, taking the drink tentatively, almost as if for fear that she'd poisoned it or something.

"So do a lot of the students, it seems." She took a step beside him and glanced across at the sketch he was working out: it was fairly ambiguous at this early stage, but Lindsey was pretty sure she'd seen that jawline and that cardigan before.

"Care to enlighten me?" Gerard scoffed, closing his sketchbook as he felt Lindsey's eyes upon it in a totally non-suspicious gesture, of course.

"Frank." Lindsey shook her head, a smile playing at her lips, "everyone's talking about how you decided to take a little trip into his classroom, and take a glance, more than a glance, many glances at his ass, in a totally checking him out kind of way, because even if you don't like him, I'm pretty sure the rest of the school think you do."

"I was there to ask Helen about her homework, it was nothing like that-"

"Excuses, excuses, Mr Way." She shook her head, grinning a little, "come on, stop being such a coward, ask him on a date or something, then maybe you can stare at his ass in private... perhaps even do more involving his ass-"

"I don't like him." Gerard shook his head in faked disbelief, "he's too far up his own ass anyway-"

"What?" Lindsey found herself choking on her coffee as she spoke, "and you're not? That's ridiculous, Gerard, and we both know it. You know what? I'm sure he's lovely, and hey, I might even make an effort to befriend him, you know just so you have a mutual friend, and it's easier for you, or even just a little less weird, how about that?"

"I don't fucking like him-"

"Keep telling yourself that, okay, because you're sure as hell the only one who believes it-"

"Fucking fine, Lindsey, do what you like, fucking keep acting like a teenager about this, I dare you-"

"Wow, who's the mature one now-"

And suddenly silence, as the classroom door slammed open, and a slightly flustered man made his way inside.

The slightly flustered man being of course none other than Mr Iero himself.

"Uhh... Lindsey could I speak to you a second?" He asked, blushing like hell as he made it nothing but obvious that he was doing everything in his power to avoid Gerard's gaze.

"Try not to set fire to the place while I'm gone." Lindsey rolled her eyes in Gerard's direction as she got up and made her way outside of the classroom with Frank, because dear god if this was a 'could you ask Gerard out for me?', she was actually going to lock the two in a cupboard together until they sorted this shit out.

Gerard let out a sigh as the classroom clicked shut behind him, cursing aloud as he found himself taking once glance through the window in the door, and god, Frank, and that stupid cardigan once again.

He was so in over his head here.

He glanced down at the sketch that he'd hidden from Lindsey, and then again at the man outside, and began to wonder why he'd even thought for a moment that he could possibly put his beauty down in pencil lines.

Gerard didn't exactly know what was going on in his head at all anymore, but he knew for sure that he hadn't felt this way in years now.

And that had to mean something.

-

They were just rumours: nothing more, nothing less, perhaps a little cute too, but Frank had a boyfriend, and Gerard wouldn't even look him straight, well perhaps straight is the wrong word to use, in the eye.

And they were nothing but trivial and amusing, but they were everywhere, and perhaps Frank had just needed to clear things up with Lindsey, just to ensure that Gerard did know that he had a boyfriend and that this rumours held no substance, but Frank didn't know what the fuck he was doing; he just knew that he was unnecessarily nervous as he made his way into the staffroom.

Because he was unsure just how far this rumour had gone with the teachers, and he wasn't at all rearing to know, because the majority of these teachers looked exactly like the kind of people who couldn't say the word 'gay' without getting just a little uncomfortable, and in some cases, perhaps a hell of a lot uncomfortable.

And Frank wanted Lindsey back, who'd raised her eyebrows and told him that was fine, and smiled and hugged him, and Frank could easily see that Lindsey was the nicest teacher at this school, already, and he did indeed want to spend more time with her, but she was practically attached at the hip to Gerard, and Frank couldn't help but feel like that would make things awkward.

It shouldn't though: two gay guys, just one in a relationship, and one that perhaps hated the other.

And it wasn't as if Frank could ask Max for advice about this, like he tended to do with everything, because well, Max wouldn't exactly be happy, to say the least, and still to say too much.

Because Frank didn't talk too much about Max and what no one knew, because no one had to, and that was as simple as that, and Frank was happy and Max did care about him, and it was all okay, and some shitty rumour and some pretentious fuck of an art teacher weren't going to ruin that for him.

"Brendon!" And a scream as Frank made his way inside, watching with wide and mostly bewildered eyes as the headteacher held up what appeared to be a little bag of weed.

And at that point, Frank strongly considered walking the fuck back out again, but Brendon had noticed how he'd stood frozen, and how the door remained open, and needless to say, Frank made a strong effort to close the goddamn door before Brendon paid it too much attention.

"The weed isn't mine by the way." Brendon added as Frank finally closed the door. "I confiscated it, from a student-"

"Ryan Ross, I call Ryan Ross." A shorter man with ginger hair, glasses, and a very excellent hat added from the coffee machine.

"Mmm..." Brendon nodded, before continuing to examine the bag, "I've never actually smoked weed before-"

"Brendon!"

And Frank decided then and there that he most absolutely did not want to hear the end of that sentence, as he made his way over to the coffee machine, because caffeine was a simple solution to any kind of problem.

"Hey." The man with an excellent hat greeted him as he approached, and Frank nodded, smiling. "So, you're the new English teacher, aren't you?"

"Yeah, it seems so." Frank smiled, making himself a coffee. "I'm not very good at teaching, though."

"No one at this school is, and that's why they're here... honestly, Brendon's probably the worst teacher here and somehow he's in charge of this place." He let out a disbelieving kind of laugh, "I'm Patrick, Mr Stump from music."

"I'm Frank, there's no point trying with my last name, I'm even getting students just to call me Frank, because I really can't be bothered with everyone butchering it."

Patrick raised his eyebrows, "so what actually is it? Or are you undercover here and you totally just can't let me know?"

"It's Iero." Frank shook his head in disbelief. 

"Oh... Mr Iero..." Patrick paused for a moment, "I've heard a lot about you, from students mostly actually, which of course ensures that it's absolutely one hundred percent totally reliable."

"What is this the gay thing?" Frank let out a sigh, as the two leaned against the wall with their coffee.

"Yeah, for the most part, and there's some other stuff, stuff about Mr Way, actually... apparently you two are secretly married, or of course he's attempting to kidnap you and seduce you with 'the power of art' as he mumbles pretentious French quotes and writes his phone number on your arm in watercolour."

"I didn't quite know that rumours could get so intricate." Frank attempted, perhaps just a little impressed with the 'power of art seduction' one, because okay, it was fucking amusing, and like hell Frank would have passed that on when he was fifteen.

"Yeah, seems like you're special, or even just a tiny bit more interesting than the rest of us." Patrick mused, pausing to look at Frank for a moment, "so have you actually even spoken to Mr Way, or?"

"No, not really, he came into my class once to fetch a student, but that's it... but I've fucking heard enough about him to feel like I've known him for years, and it's odd, he's odd, I gather: people either seem to absolutely love him or despise his guts." Frank let out an awkward laugh, "I guess I'm going to have to make my mind up myself, but if I actually talk to him, god knows what's going to happen with the rumours, like, the school's gonna shit itself!"

"Yeah, I can't figure out why people are so excited about this, honestly, I mean, just because Mr Way's gay, and he may have made eye contact with you once doesn't mean you're married."

"I am actually gay, though." Frank added, catching Patrick just a little by surprise there. "I kind of told my first class that... because I am, of course, so good at teaching. But I have a boyfriend, so unfortunately, I'm not actually married to Mr Way."

"I do feel sorry for whoever does get married to him in the end, though, he never shuts up about pretentious French artists, and oh god, the art department trip to France... I swear he's been trying to get that to happen for years now, and he knows how bad this school is, and how the person running it is currently considering smoking weed in a school building... that art trip is not going to happen, but you've got to commend him for trying, haven't you?"

"It's a nice idea, I've got to admit, and I mean, the art students do actually seem very keen about it, and it really would make him happy if it happened one day, don't you think?"

-

"I did it because I want my weed back - it's very precious to me, Mr Urie." And Ryan might as well claim the chair in Mr Urie's office as his own at this point, because he was practically sat in it twenty four seven.

"So you wrote 'I suck big hairy cocks' in permanent marker on every whiteboard in school?" Brendon raised his eyebrows, trying a little too hard not to laugh, because he totally wasn't at all amused by this, like not even slightly.

"Well, it's true: I do. I mean, surely, this is a place of education, and I'm just educating many students about the fact that I do suck big hairy cocks." Brendon swallowed, hard, but surely Ryan was the one who was supposed to be swallowing here. "Does that bother you, sir? Are you being homophobic?"

"Of course I'm not." Brendon shook his head in disbelief, "I'm all for cock sucking." And perhaps that just wasn't the best thing to say to a student, and Ryan Ross of all people, but perhaps Brendon Urie wasn't at all the best of teachers.

"Oh?"

"I... I... uhh..." Brendon stammered, his eyes widening at the look in Ryan's. "I'm sorry, that's inappropriate for school, we shouldn't be discussing it-"

"If I suck your cock will you give me my weed back?" And Ryan was entirely too blunt, and Brendon was pretty sure he couldn't fucking breathe. "Even though you probably have a tiny old man wrinkly dick-"

"I'm not that old, Ryan, I'm twenty eight-"

"So the only thing you're opposed to here is the accuracy in my description of your cock?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, and got up from the chair, clearing Brendon's stuff to the side and climbing over his desk and perching on the end; his face all too close to Brendon's, and of course, his cock.

"Ryan, I'm sorry, but this isn't inappropriate-"

"I want my weed back. How about you just hand it over?" He continued, smirking as the headteacher widened his eyes: entirely unsure as to what the fuck he should be doing right now, but then again, that was kind of the normal with Brendon. "Or do you need persuading?"

"Ryan, you can't suck my dick-"

"Of course I can." He retorted, laughing it off a little, "don't be so ridiculous, sir."

"I'm not being ridiculous, I'm just not trying to get arrested for being a pedophile here, I'm so fucking sorry, Ryan." Brendon folded his arms, looking the boy up and down in disbelief. "It's not happening and you're not getting your weed back."

"I'd suck your cock anyway, even if you didn't give me my weed back." Ryan admitted, and the sincerity in his tone had Mr Urie's heart stopping in his chest.

"I... I-... I thought you said it was a tiny old man cock?" He exhaled loudly, his cheeks a horrible shade of red.

"Well, I don't really know what your cock looks like until you show me it, do I, sir?" Ryan grinned, leaning back a little.

"And yet you'd still suck it regardless and for no reason?" 

"I like you, sir, and I think you'd appreciate me a lot more and perhaps get me out of some of this trouble if I sucked you off, and anyway, I am so damn good with blowjobs that you'd probably be throwing money at me afterwards."

"That's unlikely." Brendon narrowed his eyes, his cheeks still bright red, however.

"Wanna bet, sir?" Ryan smirked up at him.

"Whatever." Brendon shook his head in disbelief, because Ryan was surely not going to go through with this, but as the boy dropped to his knees, Brendon found himself so fucking wrong.

Because he should know by now that if anyone went through with what they said, it was Ryan Ross, and if anyone fucking over did everything, it was Ryan Ross, and if anyone was the worst person in the world right now, it was Ryan Ross.

And the boy with his mouth around his headteacher's cock? Yeah, that was Ryan Ross too.

"Fucking hell..." because Brendon had not been expecting this, at all, and Ryan was grinning around his cock, as he took more into his mouth and down his throat, perhaps just a little rushed here, and only with the threat of someone just walking in through that office door at any moment.

And Ryan just took a moment to appreciate Brendon's insistent need for people to close the goddamn door.

And within a few minutes, Brendon was coming down Ryan's fault, and the seventeen year old was looking up at him, fucking smirking. "So, how would you rate that, sir? Would you give me an A* for that blowjob, or what?"

Brendon was at a loss for breath, and well Ryan was totally offended, because it wasn't like Brendon was the one who'd just had a cock in his mouth, was he?

"Something like that." Brendon groaned, leaning back in his chair, in disbelief.

"Would you give me my weed for that blowjob, sir?" Because it was worth a shot, after all.

"No, Ryan, I would not."

And silence, as Ryan made his way across to the door, "can I go now, sir?" And Brendon nodded, Ryan slipping out of the door in silence, and closing it.

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