☆// on a day we meet to walk the line and set the wall between us once again, we keep the wall between us as we go //☆

-robert frost

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I was a senior in high school.

Most people had lost their virginity by this point, but I was pretty much on the next level. I had made it my mission to build a reputation.

And I had done exactly that.

"Gerard Way is a whore."

Damn right. Now, I thought I'd seen it all, heard it all, probably even fucked it all, but I stood corrected on a fateful day that the doors opened to reveal something new.

Something fucking gorgeous.

"All of you are aware of our 'Around the World ED' program," Mr. Huerick announced from the platform as the student body became seated in the gym. "And to kick off our first semester implementing this program, I'd like to introduce to you, five students!"

There were cheers across the heat-packed gymnasium. Seniors and juniors alike were out of their seats whooping and hollering (most freshman and sophomores stayed seated-- until they saw us on our feet, of course) knowing how lucky we were to finally have access to this program. Everyone had been excited to meet the new exchanges.

"Alright, now shhh," Mr. Huerick interrupted the rowdy calls from the crowd. "There are 5 students representing 5 different countries. One of which is our sophomore student from South Africa, Edley Frederick."

A smaller-framed boy stepped up to the platform. He was hard to see until the light hit him, and the dark boy gave a small wave.

"Next up, a junior student coming from Norway, Rockie Tenzing!"

The light shone on the next student, Rockie, who was tall (almost freakishly so) and had blonde, shoulder-length hair. Her squared shoulders and flat chest contrasted sharply with her elegant and pastel style of clothing. A cute pink skirt and a black-white striped turtleneck. I hated to admit that she kinda rocked it. Like, who the hell rocks a turtleneck like that?

"Neeext up-" Mr. Huerick made a spectacle of himself to regain the audience's attention. "We've got our senior transfer from Italy, Frank Iero-"

And that's when my brain stopped working. The spotlight panned over to a small boy, one hand over his eyes as he squinted. The hand moved down to his mouth and he blew a kiss to the crowd (one with each hand) before doing a small spirit-finger wave.

Frank was excited and it showed through in his sparkling smile. He brought a hand up to his dark hair and combed through it with his fingers, at least what he could with the beanie he was wearing. He was wearing a turquoise and navy blue flannel, the first few buttons undone carelessly. Frank's legs were thin and adorned with skinny black jeans, black boots on his feet.

The spotlight switched off onto the next student and I snapped out of my trance, my dry lips smacking back together before I licked over them.

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"Alright, guys, we have a new friend in our class today," Mr. Toro, the English teacher smiled as everyone looked blankly at the small Italian boy in front of the board.

Now that he was closer, I could see that the boy had a nose ring adorning his face, as well as a small silver ring on his lower lip.

I raised my hand and Mr. Iero called on me to speak.

"You're from Italy, right?"

"I am," Frank's thick accent was clear even in those two words as he smiled at me cheesily.

"Welcome to Jersey, Frank," I couldn't help but smile back. "I hope you like it here."

Frank smiled even brighter and his hands clutched at his sleeves as he covered his cheeks with his sweater-paws.

God fuck, this dude was adorable.

I became unable to focus as Frank answered others' questions and the class followed along.

There was a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Lindsey smirking, "Kiss ass."

"You know it," I grinned in return as I turned back around.

"Alright, you're gonna get into your groups now-- Frank, you may join Gerard and Lindsey's group."

I pretended to not be as excited as I actually was as Frank walked over to our table.

"I'm sorry for you, getting stuck with Italian boy on English project," Frank giggled a bit, breaking the ice.

"It's okay, we can do most of it anyway," Lindsey smiled. "Plus, Gerard thinks you're cute, so-"

"Lindsey!" I gasped, shoving her slightly before looking back at Frank, who was blushing and giggling softly.

"Thank you..." Frank was blushing madly and twiddling his fingers in his lap, looking down to hide his strawberry-colored face.

I smirked to myself and counted it as a score. Lindsey looked like she was trying not to squeal.

It wasn't quite five minutes into the project when I got an idea. It was perfect as I looked around. Nobody was watching, Lindsey was doing research on her computer, and Frank and I were writing as we sat against the back wall.

I rested my hand on Frank's knee.

Out of the corner of my eye (as I pretended not to notice), Frank gasped softly and then blushed to no end, smiling down at his paper. I just remained indifferent and began to casually move my thumb back and forth comfortingly.

I counted it as a win and took a small breath before moving my hand up not even an inch. Frank's breathing stuttered and his legs twitched together just barely. I moved my hand up again, gradually drawing circles with my fingertips as my palm trailed after softly.

It wasn't until I looked down at my hand that I realized Frank's legs were clenched together and his hands were at his sides in fists. My hand had almost reached the semi-hard he was now sporting under the desk.

I leaned over to whisper breathily in his ear, "Baby... open your legs a bit."

Frank whimpered and his legs slowly came apart, just slightly, enough for my hand to slide down his upper thigh and brush the bulge in his jeans.

There was a whimper, high-pitched and breathy, but not enough for anyone else to take notice. Even I barely heard it, but Frank seemed hyperaware of it because he clamped a hand over his mouth and pretended to cough slightly. I found the whole thing amusing and I wondered how far I could take this; How many noises could I get him to make?

I couldn't do so with my hand on his thigh, of course, so I leaned over and whispered huskily, "Keep quiet, sugar, I'm not done."

Frank nodded quickly, his eyes clamped shut and eyebrows furrowed.

I pressed the pads of my fingers against the zipper of Frank's pants softly, hearing his breath stagger from the mere surprise. My own excitement started to grow and twist in my stomach as my palm pressed down just barely, barely enough to feel him harden under my touch.

I started moving my hand slowly, dragging my fingers barely over the bulge in Frank's pants and then pushing down softly. There was a small whimper as Frank pushed himself lower under the desk, his legs trembling for a split second. I finally pressed my palm against the boy and his breathing hitched-- it almost sounded like a cute hiccup.

"Gerard," I heard Lindsey's voice and I froze, but not before snatching my hand away in a frenzy.

"The bell's about to ring," She continued and I thanked God that she didn't notice. "Help me format this really quick,"

I gave Frank an apologetic look and he looked back at me helplessly.

"After class, Frankie," I whispered before meeting Lindsey at her table.

"What do you nee-"

"I heard Frank moan, you scampy fuck," She didn't even look up from what she was doing, but I was lucky to have known her long enough to understand that she was messing with me.

"I- We just-"

"No-" She cut me off, cringing overdramatically. "Just tell me which one of these fonts looks better."

I stared at her in disbelief before realizing she was completely serious.

"I'd go with Pacifico."

Lindsey, still staring at her screen, smiled and nodded, changing the phrase she had just written (I believe it was along the lines of, "The symbolism behind Atticus Finch undressing in the courtroom") to the font I suggested and then waving me off:

"Thanks, now go suck his dick or whatever."

I just smirked and looked back at Frank, who bit his lip and blushed a dark color, looking down at his lap.

Just as I went to sit down in my seat, the bell rang. I looked at Frank and winked, making him blush even harder and turn away as he packed up his bag. When he was done, he sort of tilted his head expectantly, biting his lip. And of course, who was I to resist a face like that?

"Fuck, come on," I breathed quickly, grabbing Frank's hand and pulling him along softly.

I was almost in a sort of daze as I rushed to the nearest bathroom, pulling the smaller boy behind me in pursuit. I nearly burst down the door of the boy's bathroom by the 600's locker bank and mentally thanked any deity listening that nobody else ever used this shithole.

Frank, who was panting behind me, looked at me again and let out a sort of whimper, and fuck, that was all it took before I pinned him against the wall and covered his mouth with mine. I smirked to myself at how eager Frank seemed when he whimpered again, bringing one leg up at an angle and hooking it around my waist. And yeah, I felt exactly how eager the boy was now that I was pressed up against him and I couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss.

"So fucking pretty, sweetheart" My sentence was abstract, words falling from my mouth at the sounds Frank was making. I pressed my hands at the back of his thighs and mumbled against his mouth. "Jump."

Frank jumped up and hooked his other leg around my waist, breaking the kiss to throw his head back when the angle pressed our hips together tightly. I shoved my face into the crevice where the other boy's neck and shoulder met as I moaned softly. I couldn't help but latch my mouth to the area when I ground my hips forward. Frank whined breathily and expertly rolled his hips down against mine.

The fucking sounds he made, I could probably get off to them. Soft and high-pitched, almost feminine. I bucked my hips forward again and Frank seemed to get the picture, repeating his actions from before.

"Fanculo (Fuck)," Frank mumbled, and okay, so I definitely had a thing for Italian.

"Shit, baby," I muttered against the other's neck, my hips fully in action now while I nipped at the soft skin. "Doing so good. So fucking hard for you."

Whimpers turned into moans gradually and I could tell Frank was getting close just from the grinding. Part of me wanted to stand him back up and see if he'd let me fuck him senseless against the wall, but I couldn't even bring myself to stop.

Our crotches moved against each other and I was fucking leaking in my pants-- only a matter of time before I'd lose it. I pulled away from Frank's neck and leaned in for another hot kiss, my hands slipping up his shirt. He whimpered against my lips when my thumbs brushed his nipples. I bit down on the boy's lip and basked in the sound that rewarded me while I rubbed and pinched at the sensitive buds.

"Sono così vicino, così fottutamente vicino. (I'm so close, so fucking close)," Frank moaned salaciously. "Going to-- ah--!"

Then Frank's whole body was trembling as his hips stuttered against mine, the sounds he made pushing me over the edge.

"Frankie, gonna cum, feels so good," I didn't know what I was saying, just kept talking as the coil in my stomach unwound. "Oh my god-- so fucking hot, love the fucking sounds you make..."

I finally shut up when I came down from my high, opening my eyes that were previously screwed shut and I smiled. Frank's head was back against the wall and he was breathing hard, blissed out. He was so fucking pretty like this, I was half-tempted to take a picture-- or stay there for at least a while longer. But I was snapped back to reality when Frank's legs unhooked from around me, landing back on the floor and leaving the blushing boy standing in front of me.

I didn't know what to say, and since it seemed like he didn't either, I leaned in and kissed him softly now.

"Are you guys about done?" A timid voice from the end stall sounded.

I proceeded to shit a minimum of 3 bricks as I pulled away from Frank.

"Yeah, we were leaving, sorry," Frank answered for me and buried his face in his hands, quickly heading for the door.

As soon as we were outside of the bathroom, I burst into laughter.