It was just fucking perfect: flying and heartbeats and fireworks and everything anyone could ever dream of, outside of school and inside of Gerard's head that was.

Frank was so much more of an asshole when he came to remember that he had some shitty reputation to keep up, and when, well really, he got bored of making sure that Gerard was alright, and when he decided that a heartfelt, destructive confession like that was just enough chaos for that day.

Because, although it may have been 'I love you's and almost kissing before, but today, the world's worst Monday, they found themselves back on square one: Frank with everything and Gerard with nothing - head spinning as he came to realise that placing his affections in Gabe Saporta would have been a better idea.

Fucking Gabe Saporta.

Exactly, fucking Gabe Saporta would have been a better idea than even speaking to Frank Iero but it seemed as if the only fucking lesson Gerard had on his timetable was that shitty ass art lesson in which he just magically had to be sat beside Frank Iero, who just had to be late and arrive at exactly the same time as Gerard did.

Of course, ensuring another awkward moment, and kick-starting the sinking feeling deep in Gerard's stomach.

"Sorry." Frank muttered - head down: it meant nothing and Gerard could assume the same for just about everything else the sixteen year old had ever said to him. Frank Iero was a fucking asshole, and perhaps it was just better for him to accept that later rather than never.

"About what? The fact that you're being the world's biggest asshole?" Gerard snapped: voice hushed and words in contrast to Frank's - far from meaningless. This was everything and Gerard didn't want it to be: it was nothing short of a vicious cycle and Gerard hated to admit that he was trapped.

"No, because I bumped into you." Frank fucking smirked at him, before pushing past and into the art room, leaving the seventeen year old stood there for entirely far too long as he struggled to process just what had just happened, and how he'd hated Frank Iero for it, and how, he just didn't.

And in consequence, how that wasn't nearly as much of a problem as it should have been.

Gerard was screwed to say the least: he was falling in love and it was killing him, and really he was at the point where he would have preferred such a statement to be literal rather than metaphorical, because stabbing a knife through his own chest would have been more fun than going in and sitting beside Frank Iero for the next two hours.

But Gerard was a fucking coward and he couldn't stand to ditch school again, because well, his mum wasn't exactly his biggest fan right now, and yeah, Gerard was just fucking scared, and perhaps making eye contact with that French teacher who hated him: the one with the seventy inch high heels and coat of what he couldn't help suspect was real animal fur, perhaps even making eye contact with the bitch was worse than going inside the art room.

And he hated her, because momentarily, her presence had made him forget about Frank Iero and that stupid fucking 'I hate you, fuck the world and your sanity' glare he got as he walked in, of course coupled with a smirk that just about messed him up completely.

"Late, are we, Gerard?" The teacher raised one eyebrow in Gerard's direction as he reluctantly sat down beside Frank. "Stay after school please." Gerard was utterly screwed, and Frank only fucking laughed and of course, there wasn't a chance in hell that the teacher would notice that.

And from then on, it was sketching and silence: at least between the two of them - the room was busy and everyone else was captured in their own stupid conversations and there was probably some unfortunate fuckboy at the other end of the room flicking white paint onto his jeans, only to be teased about it for the rest of time.

But maybe silence was okay and maybe just complete and utter ignorance in regard to one another's existence was simply the way forward, and Gerard had done a pretty good job of convincing himself so, just right up until the part when he reached for his eraser, leaning in Frank's direction as he did so, his eyes catching the younger's work, and instantly regretting it: letting out a hitched little gasp, and Frank stopped, chuckling, but not meeting Gerard's gaze.

"You've drawn me." Gerard broke the silence to point out the obvious, dragging out his breath as he attempted to compose himself at the image before him.

"Yeah, nice to know that it's good enough that you recognised it." Frank added, sketching a few more lines of his drawing and really Gerard began to wonder just how he hadn't been kicked out of this class yet, considering that all he ever seemed to draw was porn, and despite depicting Gerard, Frank's latest creation was no exception.

"Frank you can't draw that." Gerard insisted, his eyes widening as he seemed to abandon his own work: a fucking flower vase, for the sake of admiring- staring at Frank's.

"So, do you think I've got your orgasm face right or not?" Frank asked, all too fucking casually and completely ignoring the older boy's complaints. "I mean, I don't exactly have it to work from so it's not going to be perfect, but, I'm fucking try- hey, do you think you could model for me?"

And right then, Gerard really fucking wished he wasn't the wimpiest little shit ever because never before had Frank Iero warranted a slap across the face just as much.

Frank's truly wonderful art piece depicted a teenage boy with dark hair and hazel eyes and far too pale skin from the waist up: the sleeves of a black hoodie rolled up at his elbows and pale forearms stretching down out of the frame - the expression upon his face making it entirely too clear as to just where those hands were, and the shitty ass 'Smiths' shirt, which Gerard was wearing today, making it entirely too clear as to who the subject was.

Gerard could only wonder just how on earth Frank hadn't been kicked out of this art class yet - perhaps he was fucking the teacher: Gerard wouldn't deem it unlikely.

"You're going to get kicked out of class for that." Gerard noted, exhaling loudly and breaking another extended period of silence. "Frank, I swear to god, you're going to get kicked out of school for this."

"Model for me, Gerard Way." Frank sighed out, ignoring Gerard's warnings entirely, as in a head like Frank's, warnings meant next to nothing. "If I'm going to get kicked out for this, then it's going to be worthwhile and it's going to be good. It's going to be brilliant."

"I swear to god that minutes ago you were glaring at me like you hated me, like I was nothing, like we were back to before we were friends and then yesterday it was 'I love you' and-" Gerard choked out: his words far too fast and his head beginning to spin, and really, he reckoned that if he didn't get out of here soon he was going to be on the verge of throwing up all over Frank's work, which, however, in this case, wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"I didn't expect you to actually say it back - I thought you were far too stubborn for that." Frank exhaled, continuing to add colour to his work- to Gerard's hair. "But, I've done some thinking, which is odd for me, and we could work, Gerard Way, like I've thought about it properly, I've only thought about it within the realms of my bedroom, my imagination, and just as a messed up secret, but maybe I want to properly date you instead of just fuck you, and that's weird. But I want to fuck you too, and most of all, right now, I want to see what you look like when you're coming."

"And how on earth are you going to fucking accomplish that, because this is me telling you to fuck right off." Gerard snapped, turning back to his work and smirking to himself, content in his victory as he continued to sketch the world's most dull fucking pansy, as Frank unbeknownst to Gerard made his way to the front of the classroom.

And with the world's biggest smirk, the sixteen year old poured a tub of red paint over a girl's head, who, of course screamed in retaliation, causing Gerard to look up from his work as Frank uttered a quiet and meaningless 'oops'.

"Iero, that's detention, you're seeing me after school." The teacher exhaled, almost glaring at the girl who ran to the sink, attempting to get the paint out of her hair, but, of course, due to the excessive quantity, to no avail. "You too, Way, don't forget. Don't be late to my lessons."

And just like that, Frank hit Gerard with a smirk, and Gerard wanted to hit him back with his fucking fist.

"Like that, Gerard." Frank grinned, sitting back down and answering Gerard's query from minutes ago now.

"Yes, because you're going to fuck me whilst we're in detention, fuck off, Frank." Gerard shook his head, adamant and stubborn in his own victory, and determined to finish this fucking drawing of the world's least exciting flowers more than ever before.

"Oh but he's an art teacher, he doesn't give a single fucking shit what happens - it's a 'do your work' locked room kind of detention. I know how these work, Gerard, we'll be fine, and anyway, without you modelling for me, there's not a chance I could ever complete my work." Frank pouted, and Gerard considered throwing his own head into a tub of paint and framing Frank, because fuck, he could not deal with this.

Hell, he was even considering punching himself in the face just to get out of this, because this was Frank Iero, and at this point, Gerard didn't fucking doubt a single word he said.

But dread soon faded with time, and as the bell for the end of the day rung, the sinking feeling in Gerard's stomach was nothing more than butterflies, because this was still Frank Iero, and as the rest of the class filed out of the room, Gerard just came to accept that today, he was fucking screwed, and it became rather apparent that Frank would go through with this shit, whether he liked it or not.

"Gerard, don't be late to class next time, you hear me?" The teacher got up from the desk, coffee mug in hand, and on his way to the staffroom - no doubt about it. "Frank, you should be lucky I like you, otherwise, you'd be kicked out by now. Look, just finish your work, okay, and I'll be back soon." And with that, he left, and most likely to never return.

"How the fuck does he like you?" Gerard exclaimed in every effort just to distract Frank from the one thing on his mind right now.

"I sucked him off like last Wednesday. Told me I was getting a D in art, and I told him that he'll be getting the D in art, well in the art stockroom in approximately ten minutes, and he took me up upon that offer." Frank smirked: entirely too proud of him and Gerard just didn't know what to think.

"I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, well, luckily for you, this involves a lot more posing than talking." Frank rolled his eyes, grabbing his work and a pencil and gesturing towards the back of the room. "Sit up on that cupboard. You know what to do, I know someone like you does."

"Frank, I'm not doing this." Gerard exclaimed, adamant in his resistance to Frank Iero's 'charm' for like the first time ever, which was character development to say the least.

"Sure, okay. If you're not going to do it for me, then I'm going to have to do the work here." And just like that, Frank pushed Gerard up onto the desk and pulled his pants down to his knees, and any reluctance faded away as the sixteen year old sank to his knees and got his lips around Gerard.

Gerard was a fucking idiot, and this was the final proof.

Frank pulled away, grinning up at Gerard like the world's fucking biggest idiot, which, of course, he was. "Nice to see that you're cooperating now. That's better, huh, isn't it, Gerard?"

"F-Frank, for fuck's sake- look, we both know that this just isn't about your artwork, okay?" Gerard finally regained control of whatever sanity Frank Iero hadn't quite managed to drain from him, yet, and pushed the sixteen year old away from him, forcing himself not to react as Frank found himself quite happily perched on his knees: eyes wide and almost innocently looking up at Gerard, and it was killing him.

Frank Iero was killing him.

"Let it be about that. It's easier that way." Frank sighed out, dragging a hand back through his hair and tucking it behind his ears, of course, due to its length, only for it to inevitability slip back out of place again. "You don't want to date me, and that's okay, so this is just art, Gerard, this is you. I thought you'd understand art, surely."

"When it comes to you, I don't understand anything." Gerard sighed out, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling his jeans up and sliding off the table onto his feet: Frank still on his knees and with no complaint. "Get up, Frank, come on, this is ridiculous."

"I just want to make you come, Gerard, come on, just give in, don't be fucking stupid - you want that, I'd want it. Maybe this is just me sucking your dick as a casual thing and maybe just to draw later, and maybe you can even pretend that this ever happened-"

"But no, I can't, Frank, because that's not what I want to do. Did what I said to you mean nothing at all? I love you Frank, and I can't help it, and that's why I tried to suppress it, because you're you and you're supposed to be straight and you're not supposed to love me, but that's fucking me up, because you don't know how to feel and neither do I."

"Then just date me, come on, let us do these kind of things in empty classrooms and like kiss and shit - hey, okay, I know this might not work, but it might, and you're never going to know unless you just try. Gerard, come on, let's make this work!" Frank exclaimed, getting up and grabbing Gerard by the hand.

"Your girlfriend-" Gerard couldn't help but add, and still he couldn't help but feel as if Gee was an important part of him that he didn't want to lose, especially not for Frank Iero.

"Irrelevant in comparison to you." Frank promised, smiling up at Gerard like the world's biggest asshole.

"Say that to her face before you say it to me, okay." Gerard exhaled, ignoring the rather obvious, but still utterly secret fact that Frank was in fact doing nothing but that right now.

"Gerard, please, look, okay, even if we can't date. Even if you hate yourself enough just to not let that happen, just let me have this art work - I'll pass this class with your help and you know it." Frank pleaded, leaning closer to Gerard, who had to admit that he was find it hard to protest when it came to cute boys pressing their body close up to Gerard's.

"You know, by help, you should mean that I give you constructive criticism or just draw the damn thing for you, not... you know..." Gerard trailed off, blushing.

"Jack off." Frank finished for him, stepping away from Gerard. "We could do this in a more private setting if you prefer - we could go to mine, I mean, if it's the whole school thing, although I assure you, no one's going to come in here for the next half hour at the very least, well, apparent from you. You're going to come."

"Frank, I'm not-" Gerard sighed out, only for Frank to grab himself and pin him up against the classroom wall: heavy panting and bedroom eyes all of a sudden. And fuck, Gerard was not at all prepared for this. "Frank..." His eyes grew wider as they met with Frank's and the 'fuck me' gaze within them. "Frank, just listen to me-"

And then before Gerard could even contemplate his excuse, Frank's lips were pressed up against the seventeen year old and everything seemed to fade away in stupid little moans and noises that came from the back of Gerard's throat that sounded far much more like squeaks than the seventeen year old would ever care to admit.

Gerard gave up.

Gerard gave in.

And it was pathetic, but when Frank Iero was kissing his neck, he hardly put himself in the position to make good decisions, because goddamn, Frank fucking Iero was pretty much just making out with him in an art room.

And before Gerard knew what he was doing, he was pulling Frank closer to him, and the sixteen year old was definitely fucking smirking against his skin: pale skin that was going to bruise purple tomorrow, and even with the knowledge that there'd be evidence and evidence other people would see and ask him about: other people being Mikey and his mum, but still Gerard didn't care.

But then, almost like clockwork, Frank fell to his knees once more, and looked up at Gerard with that same fucking look, and Gerard just knew he was done for.

"I'm not going to even try to get you to stop anymore, okay." Gerard sighed out, unbuttoning his own jeans, and leaving Frank to the rest.

"Good, because I wasn't planning on it." Frank smirked, pulling Gerard's boxers down to his knees. "I have a piece of fucking art to finish, of course."

"Something tells me that maybe it's not just about that, you know?" Gerard added, but Frank only shrugged it off, lying through as his teeth and leaving the question unanswered as he took Gerard into his mouth and nothing quite seemed to matter as much as the moment did right then and right there.

And world class virgin Gerard Way, had really been underestimating blowjobs, because holy fucking shit, and the fact that this was Frank Iero really was not helping Gerard's case, or just his sanity in general, because the sixteen year old did unholy things to him, and with his lips around him, getting dirt on his knees, Gerard came to accept that this would be a moment that he'd never forget.

"God, you're really fucking g-good at this y-you- fuck- know?" Gerard gasped out, not having accounted for the little moans that slipped their way into his words.

Frank paused for a moment, pulling away just to look up and flash Gerard a killer smirk. "Oh, I know. I'm good at everything." He grabbed Gerard by his hips, pushing him back against the wall, and receiving a little gasp in aid of his efforts. "And you're such a fucking virgin that I could probably have you coming like seven times, but unfortunately, we only have like twenty minutes, so I'd say once was enough."

"Stop calling me a virgin." Gerard exclaimed, his cheeks glowing a horrific shade of tomato red; he was embarrassed to say the least.

"What? You want me to change that?" Frank smirked, and in response, or well, a lack of it, Gerard just pushed himself forward onto Frank, who made an little breathy sound in appreciation, taking Gerard down his throat within seconds, because maybe, just maybe, Frank Iero was too good at giving blowjobs for being a 'straight' guy well, up until like last week or so.

But needless to say, it was indeed incredibly suspicious, but really, the last thought in Gerard's mind as Frank tightened his lips around him, and Gerard knew he was fucking close and that nothing would ever be quite as good as this, even if it was cramped and awkward in the corner of an art classroom, with the, although unlikely, threat of being interrupted at any moment.

Frank loved that though; he loved the thrill and the sin of it, and Gerard found himself thrown head first, or well, dick first, into a side of life that he could never even fathom understanding, and really, all he knew was that it was most definitely Frank Iero's fault.

And then, Gerard was coming, left spent and fucking broken against the wall as Frank pulled away, leaving a rather questionable mess upon the classroom floor.

"You might want to clean that up." Frank added, smirk fully in tact, and really far too proud of himself, because, maybe, just maybe, sucking Gerard Way off was one of his main goals in life - the guy was pretty fucking cute, okay.

Frank was all excuses, and not enough truth at all, and still expected Gerard to have the slightest clue how to feel amidst this whole fucking mess.

"Me?" Gerard exclaimed after a few seconds of silence in which he struggled to get both his breath and his sanity back. "This is your fucking fault, Frank!" Gerard sighed out, grabbing some rather conveniently placed paper towel and drying himself off, making sure to pull his jeans back up before the art teacher happened to return.

"Yes, but I have art to complete and lots of fucking inspiration for it now, thank you very much by the way." Frank grinned at Gerard: a fucking shit eating grin, and one that Gerard really should have punched him in the face for, but really, there was no way around the fact that it was a phenomenal blowjob and in consequence, Frank had earned himself a ten minutes in which Gerard Way wouldn't even consider punching him in the face.

"You're welcome." Gerard sighed out, half-heartedly moving the chest of drawers to cover the rather obvious come stain on the floor - his, and still, it was none other than Frank Iero to blame.

"It's going to fucking smell, you know?" Frank pointed out, making it clear that he was focusing on just about everything besides his artwork, and Gerard came to wonder why he'd even bothered 'helping' the guy out. Oh yeah, of course, he was in love with him... yeah, that.

"Not my problem." Gerard shrugged it off, sitting back down Frank in order to create the illusion that he'd been making art and not come stains on the classroom floor.

"It'll be mine. Teachers are just coming to assume that when this shit happens, it's somehow my fault." Frank fake pouted in Gerard's direction, who eventually just gave up trying to do any work at all, and met Frank's gaze, knowing like hell that there wasn't anything he was ever going to regret quite like today and this fucking art lesson and the detention that followed.

"Well, it is." Gerard grinned a little. "They'd be right."

"I don't want to get kicked out of art class again." Frank sighed out, leaning against Gerard in a really fucking annoying way, but the seventeen year old came to accept that it was highly unlikely that he'd ever come to have the slightest say in what Frank Iero did or didn't do.

Gerard snorted at that. "It's you. Where's the 'I don't give a shit' attitude gone?" Gerard asked, moving to allow Frank to lean back against his chest just a little more comfortably. "Surely you don't care if you get moved about?"

"You're in this art class." Frank sighed out, and Gerard couldn't help but catch his own breath at that moment. "I'd miss you, Gerard. You're quite the distraction, of course, but you make painting shitty ass flowers worthwhile."

"Frank, I haven't seen you draw anything that isn't blatantly pornographic at all, ever." Gerard sighed out, wondering just how on earth he'd gotten into this mess - yeah, this is why you should never be late to class, kids.

"And I haven't seen you draw anything that isn't dull and fucking boring, at all, ever. Hey maybe we should swap." Frank exclaimed with entirely too much vigour.

"That's never going to happen."

"We'll see, Gerard Way, we'll see."

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Hey guys:) i'm far too proud of the title of this chapter tbh and i'm not even sorry:') anyway, votes and comments would be lovely. I love you all<3