A/N: ok so this fic isn't gonna be too long, like less than ten chapters, but i've had this idea for a while and i thought it would be a nice break from intense writing! i've got a similar one planned too, except the roles are reversed so its daddy teacher gee and little frankie. i'm really excited for these so i hope you like them! enjoy!

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Very few things stood out about Belleville High. It was an average school, with average teachers, teaching average students just to dole out average grades. The same cliché high school football team and cheer leading squad, as well as all the classic cliques that wandered about the halls between classes.

There was perhaps one thing that did stand out among the crowds of mindless people though - at least to Mr. Frank Iero, twelfth grade English teacher. That one thing was Gerard Way, a queer boy if he'd ever seen one, and even that was sometimes an understatement. Gerard was an inch or two taller than Frank (although pretty much everyone was) with shoulder-length, soft, dyed black hair that framed his perfectly round face. He had an upturned, pointy nose, with big, round, hazel eyes, accompanied by long lashes, and a delicate set of thin lips. He was a bigger boy, his full hips swayed constantly when he walked, and Gerard Way could fill out a pair of skinny jeans better than any girl in the entire school. Mr. Iero was all too aware of that fact, and he'd be willing to bet not just the entire school - but the entire state. Scratch that - the entire country, if not, the fucking world.

Frank knew he was a creep and a pervert and all sorts of other words for looking at one of his students like that, but he couldn't help himself. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, Gerard always managed to have some sort of force going on that brought all the attention onto him. At least that was how Frank felt.

Gerard Way had a seemingly love-hate relationship with the other students at the school. Some girls would compliment him on things, jocks would tease him for the same things and try to beat him up in the halls. He sat with the same five people every day at lunch: Lindsey Ballato, Jamia Nestor, Ray Toro, Mikey Way (his younger brother) and a kid everyone just knew by the name "Worm". Gerard sat in the back of Frank's class every day, drawing in his sketchbook and occasionally taking notes or doing whatever assignment Frank had decided to give out. He had average grades himself, like most of the other students, but those grades did not reflect Gerard Way at all.

The fact that Gerard was eighteen made Frank feel a little more at ease, as dumb and even sick as it sounds, but it was all he had to make him feel like he wasn't a total asshole. On top of that, there was only a few months left in the school year, so Gerard would be graduating soon. The thought of that was a bit saddening, but at the same time it comforted him, telling himself that maybe he would actually have a chance with the boy.

The bell that signaled the start of class rang sharply through the building and jolted Frank out of his thoughts. It was third period, the class right before lunch and more specifically, the one in which he had Gerard.

He and Lindsey were two of the last students to enter the room, borderline tardy, having been in the hall talking to Worm, whose class was right next door. Frank motioned for everyone to take their seats so he could begin his lesson, watching Gerard from the corner of his eye. The boy was wearing tight-fitting black skinny jeans, the usual for him, and a Danzig t-shirt that was a little stretched over his belly. His lips were pink, and his eyes were heavy-lidded, yet somehow bright, and he took his seat in the back of the room next to Lindsey shooting a glance at Mr. Iero before turning back to his friend with a smile.

Frank started his lesson for the day, spouting out words and concepts without really thinking - he knew what he was talking about. And the fact that he was so at ease with his job made it a lot easier to focus the attention on the boy in the back of his room, who ever so frustratingly managed to make every little movement he made provocative.

It took a lot of self control for Mr. Iero to stand at the front of the room and give a lecture without showing any signs of what he was thinking about, but after all these months of passing each class every single day this way, he'd had plenty of practice.

The teacher would watch as Gerard would yawn, stretching his pretty pink mouth open and arching his back. Sometimes he would stretch as he did so, and his tight t-shirts would ride up, exposing his belly. It was the only time Mr. Iero was grateful for having sleepy teenagers in his class.

He spent the entire hour like this, sometimes Gerard would interrupt him to banter and joke with him, making the entire class laugh along, as well as Mr. Iero. Gerard loved to mess with him for some reason. Sometimes Mr. Iero would watch as Gerard would occasionally turn and talk to Lindsey, and instead of stopping them like he would any other pair of students, Frank would simply watch Gerard's mouth as he spoke, the way his eyes lit up, and the way he gestured with his pretty little hands.

Those hands - Frank would look at them every chance he could get. He would wait so patiently for Gerard to finish his assignments, be it classwork or homework, so that he would walk them up to the teacher's desk and hand them to him, giving Frank a lovely glance at those hands. They were small and dainty, fitting for Gerard, with nails usually painted with black nail polish, and spindly, prominent veins that sprawled out across them like spiderwebs. Frank could imagine those hands doing all sorts of things.

Of course, innocent looking was one thing, but those actions always led to more inappropriate thoughts.

On the topic of Gerard Way's hands, well - Frank thought about them on his dick, on Gerard's own dick, what he would look like with those long, thin fingers in his ass while he moaned Frank's name. The day's when the thoughts escalated that far were the days Mr. Iero would dismiss class a few minutes early to leave for his lunch break, and the days he returned to the next class even later. He usually reeked of cigarette smoke and something else the students could never quite place due to the massive amounts of cologne or deodorant applied before his return. And those days occurred more and more often as of late.

There was no class assignment today, sparing Frank yet another up-close and personal view of Gerard Way's hands, however there was homework - which meant he would be seeing said hands promptly at the beginning of class tomorrow. The thought of having to go the entire hour with that image in his head, feeding his thoughts, bugged Frank out a bit. He knew it would be one of those shorter class days.

The bell that dismissed everyone to lunch sounded soon after, and Frank waited at the front of the classroom as the students began to file out and the cacophony in the hall rose once again. Lindsey sauntered out, her bag hanging by one strap off her shoulder, followed by Gerard. As always, his hips swishing just a bit, loudly chewing a piece of gum with his mouth open. Frank couldn't help but watch Gerard's ass as he walked out the door - his t-shirt having ridden up and putting everything in full view. He wasn't even able to respond when Gerard called a sharp "Bye!" to him.

Mr. Iero stood there silently for a moment, eyes staring unfocused at the place where Gerard Way had been just moments ago. Then, finally, running a hand through his dark hair and letting out a sigh, Frank grabbed his keys and locked the classroom door as he headed over to the cafeteria for his own lunch. As he walked down the hall, Frank passed Gerard and his friends, standing by their lockers and cracking up over some joke he wasn't aware of. He brushed by Gerard, unable to resist stealing a glance at him from the corner of his eye, and at that second heard the boy mumble a comment and saw him twirl his hands up into his long, black hair, craning his head back, shutting his eyes, and letting out an obscene moan. This only elicited more laughter from the other teenagers, but stopped Frank right in his tracks.

He turned around to face the group of students he had just strolled past. It only took them a few seconds to realize, and their chatter ceased immediately. Frank couldn't help himself. He snapped.

"Mr. Way, please see me in my classroom after lunch."

Without another word, Frank turned and continued his march to the lunch room, proceeded by a chorus of "ooh's" from Gerard's friends.

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To Mr. Iero's surprise, Gerard Way was standing in his classroom promptly after the lunch bell rang. Frank was seated at his desk, hands folded, looking up at Gerard expectantly.

"Do you think that's any way to behave at school?" Frank asked him.

He knew the question was complete bullshit. All students pulled shit like that, Gerard himself plenty of times, and Mr. Iero had seen him do it too. Judging by the look in his eyes, Mr. Iero could tell Gerard was thinking exactly the same thing. Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No."

Frank was silent. He didn't really know where to go from here. One thing he did know - he liked the feeling of having more authority over Gerard. It wasn't any more than usual, but in class it seemed more like he and the students were equals, especially Gerard Way. They would crack jokes and tease each other, sharing banter and making each other laugh. It wasn't like that now.

"I've let your antics slide before, Gerard. You'd better get your act together or I'll have to report you to the principal. For now, detention for a week. With me, after school."

Gerard looked shocked, and Frank could tell he was trying to hide it. Just as well, Frank was trying to hide his excitement of actually being able to have one on one time with the boy.

After all these months having Gerard as his student, and not to mention watching him like a hawk (or more accurately some sort of crazy stalker) Frank knew him like the back of his hand. All of his expressions, the way he carried himself...

That was when it hit Frank just how far he'd gone with this. It needed to stop.

Especially now that as Gerard began to sidle around the corner of the teacher's desk, eyes cast down and making his way closer to him.

"There must be... something I could do to change you mind."

Gerard's voice was barely audible, but Frank heard it alright. It sounded like some cheap, fake line stolen from a porno. Hell, this entire situation was a scene right out of a fucking porno, and there was no way Frank could stop his mind from wandering that way. He knew Gerard was probably just going to offer him money or some shit, but there was always the chance...

Leaning back on the desk in front of Mr. Iero, Gerard nibbled on his thumb and peered up through his long lashes at the teacher. Frank's eyes were dark and heavy lidded as he gazed back at the boy. They were both silent, waiting for the next word to be spoken. Frank fought the urge to stand up and gently pull that pretty hand away from that even prettier mouth, so Gerard would stop chewing up his delicate skin.

As if reading his mind, Gerard's hand fell back to his side and he stepped closer, hips swaying, belly bobbing slightly under his tight shirt. What happened next nearly gave Frank a heart attack. Gerard shifted his weight forward, and in the same motion raised his hands to grip Frank's shoulders firmly, pulling himself into the teacher's lap and resting his legs on either side of him in the chair. He sat his weight down on Mr. Iero's lap with a 'fwump' and Frank exhaled sharply, releasing the breath he had been holding. Now he was damn sure this had to be a dream, but the boy's weight was so solid in his lap Frank couldn't even convince himself of that. Gerard spoke up again.

"I said, there must be something I can do..."

Frank's chest was burning and his heart was racing at the thought of what could happen next, but he knew he had to stop this.

"This is exactly what I meant, Gerard," he said firmly.

At that, realization flooded Gerard's eyes as he became aware of just what exactly he was doing. He slid out of Frank's lap with surprising speed, stuttering an apology.

"O-oh my god. I-I-I can't believe... Oh my God Mr. Iero, I'm so sorry, I-"

His eyes connected with Frank's and the look he found there silenced him. Frank had changed his mind.

"I never told you to get up."

Gerard's eyes widened and his soft, pink lips parted just a tad, letting his quick breaths escape. Without waiting for a reply, Frank gripped Gerard's hips in his tattooed hands, pulling the boy back into his lap. Gerard let out a squeak as he did so, but let himself be yanked forward.

Their faces were impossibly close now - fucking hell, this shit was illegal - and both of them were breathing hard. They knew whatever this was had already gone too far as soon as Frank had spoken those words. And the same thought occurred to both of them at the same time - if they had already gone too far, why not go all the way?

The two of them knew they were both thinking the same thing, because the they leaned for the kiss at the same exact second. Mr. Iero met Gerard's lips gently. They were soft, just how they looked and just how he'd imagined them.

Gerard let out a quiet moan as their mouths connected, and he let Frank take control of the act.

Breathless, they pulled apart and simply stared at each other. There was really no going back now. Gerard's normally bright, hazel eyes went dark. So dark that they almost matched his hair, and at the sight Frank knew that their minds were still on the same track.

"Get up," he commanded.

Jerking back slightly, Gerard did as he was told and clambered to his feet. He tried to take a step back but Mr. Iero snatched his wrist to stop him, shaking his head. Then, Frank shifted in his chair, spreading his legs nice and wide and pulling Gerard back in to stand between them. He gazed up at the boy, silently asking for the okay to continue. Gerard chewed on his lower lip and nodded.

Frank tugged the boy's shirt up out from where it was tucked into his pants and upwards, Gerard taking over to lift it up over his shoulders. His round belly hung over his belt and he avoided Frank's eyes, embarrassed. Frank continued, raking his eyes over Gerard's legs where his thighs bulged against the fabric of his jeans, before finally undoing the button and zipper. He paused before going any further than that.

"What's the matter, baby?" Frank crooned, leaning up to trail his fingertips along Gerard's soft jawline, trying to encourage eye contact.

"I- I just-" Gerard's eyes darted to his torso and then back off to the side.

Frank smirked and exhaled, "I know. You're just spilling out of those pants, aren't you, sugar?"

Gerard's face flushed pink and he wiggled his hips in a nervous manner.

"Come here," Frank practically growled, and gripped Gerard's hips once more, kneading the soft flesh that was now exposed to him, and pushing the tight jeans down his legs to crumple at his ankles.

Gerard's thighs jiggled as he lifted one foot out of his pants, and then the other, almost losing his balance in the process. He would have, if not for Frank's white-knuckled grip on him. Once the skinny jeans were eliminated, followed by a pair of black briefs, Frank pulled Gerard back into his lap. The boy was blushing furiously. Frank grinned and let out a soft chuckle, brushing a strand of black hair out of Gerard's eyes and tucking it behind his ear.

"You sure about this, sweetheart?" Frank breathed.

Gerard nodded fiercely. He was quietly playing with the buttons on Frank's shirt.

"Yes, sir," he whispered.

Frank felt his cock jolt at the words, blood rushing to his lower body. He clenched his teeth and pulled Gerard's weight further into his lap. He was fully naked, his skin flushed, pink and warm, and he continued to chew on his lips in anticipation. Frank motioned for him to lift his hips up for a moment, allowing him to undo the clasp of his own jeans, tugging them down a few inches, as well as his boxers, and freeing his half-hard cock. Gerard took in a sharp breath and Frank smirked. The boy's eyes were glued.

"Y-you.. locked the door?" Gerard managed to stammer.

Frank nodded, "Yes, love. Don't you worry."

He brushed Gerard's hair out of his eyes once more and began to slowly stroke himself. A low noise sounded from Gerard's throat and he watched his teacher's hands intently.

"You like that, Gerard?"

At the sound of his name, the boys head snapped up to look his teacher in the eyes. His own eyes were wide, wet mouth still hanging open, and Mr. Iero was smirking at him.

"Yes," Gerard managed to choke out.

"Yes what?"

Gerard's breath caught in his throat.

"Y-yes, sir."

Frank's smile widened.

"That's right."

He couldn't believe the picture before him - Gerard Way, who always had a smartass comeback to spit at him or the balls to make a joke during a serious lesson, was practically melting and swooning in front of him.

"You want it, baby?"

Frank's voice was low and deep, and he was absolutely reveling in the way he had Gerard wrapped around his finger in that moment. Gerard's cheeks and chin bounced as he nodded again.

"You know my name, don't you?" Frank questioned him further.

Another nod.

"F-Frank. It s-says on your badge."

Frank chucked and smirked harder. He kept his teacher's badge clipped to the back of his belt, right near his ass. His eyes hadn't been the only ones wandering.

"You been looking, sweetheart?"

Gerard gulped and tried to avert his eyes from Frank's, but they only came to fall on his hand which was still steadily stroking his cock. The teacher hasn't missed a beat yet. Gerard gave no answer. That was fine. Frank already knew it.

He laughed, "Lift your hips up again, for me, baby."

Gerard obeyed immediately, his little pink cock bobbing between his legs as he wobbled into position for Frank. Frank groaned and gripped Gerard's fleshy hip with his free hand, moving the other from his cock and poising his fingers at Gerard's entrance. His fingers were slick with pre-cum, and that would be just enough to use. He didn't have any lube with him, and not even a condom - shit - but there was no turning back now. He was thankful in that moment that this period was his free one. No interruptions.

"You've done this before, right, baby? You're not a virgin, right?"

Gerard hesitated, before exhaling deeply and nodded. Frank sensed his anxiety.

"What's wrong?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"I just, uh - o-only twice..."

Frank understood.

"That's alright, honey. Don't worry. I've got you."

And with that, he pressed the first finger into Gerard, eliciting a moan from the boy.

"O-oh!"

Mr. Iero smiled again.

"Like that, baby?"

Gerard nodded hard again. Letting him adjust to the feeling, Frank fingerfucked him slowly, dragging his finger in and out of Gerard, not quite searching for his sweet spot yet. Finally, when he thought Gerard was ready, he spoke up again.

"You want more, Gee baby?"

Gerard shuddered at the pet name.

"Yes, sir, please."

Frank groaned low again and pressed his second finger into Gerard's hole, stretching him even wider and making the boy hiss as he wiggled his hips and got used to the sensation all over again. Once Gerard was alright, Frank craned his fingers upwards towards Gerard's belly, locating his prostate. He knew when he'd hit it, Gerard jerked in his lap and let out a squeal, instantly shifting the speed of his hips from a slow gyration to a speedy jack rabbit bounce.

"Yes, yes," Gerard panted, his arms wrapped around Frank's neck, moving faster still as Frank jabbed his fingers into his sweet spot over and over.

A rumbling noise began to form in Frank's throat as he watch the boy, his boy, at least for the moment, with his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth agape and a tiny bit of drool leaking out.

Gerard Way was unreal.

And God, they had barely even done anything yet and both of them were rock hard. What the hell was this?

"You want a third, honey?" Frank eventually managed to get out.

Gerard let out a high nasally noise, followed by: "No, sir - Mr. Iero, I mean - ah, Frank! - oh, Frank just f-fuck me p-p-please."

Frank grinned.

"All this just to get out of detention, baby? Christ, you really are a little slut, aren't you?"

Gerard moaned loudly. It was a miracle no one had heard them yet.

Frank slid his fingers out of Gerard and positioned his ass above the head of his cock, looking up at the boy who was panting and sweating, struggling to wipe his hair out of his face.

"Ready, Gee baby?"

Gerard whined, "Yes, Mr. Iero, sir."

Frank shut his eyes and moaned at the response, slamming Gerard down and seating him fully on his dick in the same moment. Gee cried out, out of both pain and pleasure, but then again, the pain was the pleasure, and he buried his face into Mr. Iero's neck as he let himself adjust to his girth.

Frank forced himself to wait patiently for a moment or two, resisting the urge to just start pounding into the boy he cradled in his lap. Gerard's belly was squished against him, he could feel the heat and sweat radiating off of it and seeping through his shirt, as well as the chubby cheeks that were nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Gerard Way was a doll, a delicate porcelain doll, but Frank was about to smash him to pieces.

"Ready, babydoll?" Frank panted, the new pet name dripping off his tongue.

Gerard whimpered again, lifting his face up and tilting it back once more, "God - yes, please."

"Then get to it, baby," Frank commanded in a gravelly voice, gripping the boy's hips as he watched him find a hard, fast rhythm, "You want to change my mind? Fucking earn it."

Gerard moaned as he moved faster and faster in Frank's arms. His chest was bouncing (hell, the boy practically had a set of tits) and his belly jiggling and his pretty, pink mouth hung open as drool pooled near his lower lip and a string began to drip out. His long, dark hair was matted from sweat and the gasps and moans that were escaping his throat were so fucking high pitched that Gerard Way would have looked like a God damn girl if it weren't for the raging boner between his legs that he had from it all.

Frank watched him hungrily, grunting as he pounded into Gerard's tight, hot, plush ass. He'd never felt this good in his life. And having the boy he'd fantasized about for so long now fucking bouncing on his cock was sending Frank flying right over the edge. It seemed like hours before he finally got there, though it was only little more than three minutes.

"Gerard," he growled, fingers digging into his hips as he came inside him. 

"Ah, ah! Mr. Iero, Mr. Iero, oh- oh Frank," Gerard babbled endlessly as he continued to fuck himself on Frank's spasming dick, pushing himself to his own orgasm and cumming all over Frank's cardigan.

He collapsed onto Frank's chest, landing in the puddle of his own sticky liquid, breathing ragged, skin nearly on fire.

It took them another good five minutes to catch their breath and cool down. Gerard sat up slowly, his ass aching and dripping as he pulled off of Frank. His own cum was starting to dry into his teacher's shirt, and he stared at it nervously. He didn't want Mr. Iero to get in trouble. Frank must have guessed what he was thinking because he looked down at the stain with a small laugh.

"No, no. Don't worry about that, Gee baby. I've got a coat I can slip on before next class."

Gerard subconsciously began gnawing on his thumb again, a nervous habit he had.

"A-are you sure?"

Frank smiled. It was warm and kind, not like the teasing ones he had given the boy just moments earlier. He saw Gerard loosen up and relax a little.

"Yes, doll. It's okay."

As he spoke, he gently moved Gerard's hand away from his mouth, putting an end to the biting.

"Don't do that, sugar. You'll bite it so low it'll bleed."

Gerard shrugged his shoulders, still seated in his teacher's lap like it was a casual thing.

"S'okay. That happens sometimes."

Making a daring move, Frank took Gerard's hand in his once again and pressed a tiny kiss to his thumb. Gee looked at him with wide doe eyes. He looked so innocent despite what he had just been doing. Frank's chest felt warm again.

They locked eyes, and began to gravitate together for another kiss when suddenly the bell that signaled the end of fourth period rung out, piercing their ear drums and snapping them apart. Gerard ran a hand through his damp hair, coming back to his senses.

"Fuck, I missed class."

Frank rubbed the boy's bare hips soothingly.

"Don't worry. I'll write you a pass."

Gerard looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks mister - I mean, Frank," he blushed and laughed off his mistake.

Frank smiled at him again.

"You can call me either one. But watch yourself in class. I don't need the entire twelfth grade calling me Frankie."

Gerard laughed and relaxed a little more.

"Yes, sir," he joked.

He and Frank both paused at the comment, swallowing hard. Then, Frank slowly lifted Gee up out of his lap, helping him back into his skinny jeans, doing up the button and zipper, and handing him his t-shirt. Gerard let his teacher dress him without question.

Frank buttoned his own jeans and turned to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a pen and sticky note. He scrawled onto it hurriedly as Gerard tried to straighten himself out.

"Got a comb I could use?" Gee asked timidly.

The corner of Frank's mouth tilted up and he set the pen down for a moment to pull a comb out of the drawer.

"Thanks," Gerard said with a smile as he took the object Mr. Iero handed him.

Frank finished his writing and tore the note off the pad, handing that to Gerard as well. There was a moment of awkward silence between them, neither wanting to move.

"I-I guess I should go..." Gerard muttered, eyes cast down, feet shuffling in place.

Stepping forward, Frank put a hand under his chin and tilted his head to look at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay Gee? Or maybe even after school."

Gerard sniffled, but nodded.

"Okay. But this - this... what is this? I mean..."

Frank knew exactly what he meant, but had no idea how to answer. He wanted Gerard, and it seemed like Gerard wanted him back. Should he take the chance?

"You want more?" Frank asked him hesitantly.

Gerard bit his lip and swallowed hard. There was no silence now due to the loud cacophony of students waiting outside the locked door. Deciding he had nothing to lose (he wasn't even sure if that was really the case) Gee nodded. Frank felt his chest expand in relief. He let out a deep breath.

"I'll meet you here after school and we can talk more, okay? Go on now, honey, you're gonna be late."

Gerard nodded again and gathered his things, smoothing down his hair one more time and preening himself to make sure there were no signs of what had happened in the past hour. As he did so, Frank cleaned up his work space and did the same for himself, pulling on his jacket that was nearby and covering the last little bit of evidence of what the two had done together.

"See you in a few hours, Gee," Frank smiled as the boy turned to smile at him before opening the door.

"See you, Frankie."

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A/N: updating v soon :)