A/N: no smut in this one unfortunately but definitely the next one and theres a lot of tension in this one so

enjoy!

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The words of the history teacher were impossible to focus on. Time seemed to have pretty much stopped, and Gerard Way had been anxiously chewing on his pencil for nearly the entire hour as he stared up at the clock.

He wasn't able to take notes. He couldn't even bring himself to concentrate. After all, it wasn't exactly easy to pay attention to a lecture when your fucking English teacher's cum was dripping out of your ass. Gerard could feel the tiny puddle in his underwear and his face as red as the roses he had been drawing in said teacher's class earlier that day. Every sniffle or cough that came from one of the students surrounding him sent the instant thought through Gerard's head: they know. Everyone had to know what he and Frank had done during fourth period. How could they not?

And if 5th period was this bad, how the hell would he make it through 6th?

As soon as the last class of the day ended and the bell rang through the rapidly filling halls of the school, Gerard stumbled through the cluster of students and out the classroom door, for the first time in his life not even waiting to say goodbye to his friends. He hurried down the hall, weaving his way between people and making his way directly to Mr. Iero's room. His heart was pounding and he was full of determination. He needed to talk to Frank.

Anxiety prickled at the back of his mind and he repeatedly tugged his t-shirt down to cover his bum as he walked. He had no idea if the liquid had actually soaked through or not, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment of someone seeing him with such a stain on the seat of his pants.

Huffing and out of breath, Gerard finally made it to Frank's classroom and shuffled inside as quickly as his feet would carry him. Thankfully, the room was already empty and all the students had left for the day. Frank was sitting at his desk flipping through a stack of papers, vaguely tugging at the collar of his jacket. His face was a little flushed. The school was too warm to be wearing that many layers, but both of them knew why he had to do it.

Gerard cleared his throat and Frank's head snapped up. He smiled instantly.

"Gerard."

His name sounded warm and sweet like honey on Frank's tongue. The way he said it made the boy blush.

"Mr. Iero."

Frank raised his eyebrows.

"Frank," Gerard corrected himself, face growing redder.

The teacher re-stacked the papers he was looking at and rose from his chair, gathering both his keys and his bag.

"I thought we could take a walk down to the park. Maybe get something to eat or drink on the way. Sound good?" Frank said happily.

The man was far more relaxed and collected than Gerard was, and in all honestly it bugged him a little. He had been stressing out for the past two hours over this.

"Y-yeah," was all Gee replied.

Frank grinned again, "Okay. Follow me."

As Mr. Iero led Gerard out of the school and through the parking lot to his car, he asked him: "Your parents know you're going out? They're okay with it?"

Gerard nodded, "I texted my mom and told her I'm going out with a friend. It's okay."

Frank nodded back as he opened the passenger door for Gerard to get in.

"Okay, good."

He got in on his own side and started the ignition, pulling out of the parking lot, both of their backpacks having been thrown into the backseat.

"Seat belt," Frank reminded the boy with a smile.

Gerard rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

"So, anywhere in particular you'd like to go? Starbucks? Something else...?"

Shrugging, Gee hesitated, "We-ell... there's this Italian ice place me and my friends go to sometimes. Rita's. You know it?"

He began to chew on his thumb again.

Frank kept his eyes on the road, but nodded, "Fuck yeah. I love that place, let's do it."

Turning on his blinker, Frank moved over into the lane next to him and turned down the side street. In a few minutes they found themselves outside of Rita's.

"What flavor do you want?" Frank asked as he held the door open for Gerard, the bell jingling to signal their entry.

"Uh... I usually get either mint chocolate chip or just chocolate. So either one, I guess."

Mr. Iero nodded again. "Sounds good. I'll get one and you get the other and we can share, deal?"

Gerard smiled back and nodded too. His anxiety forgotten at this point.

About ten minutes later, the two of them found themselves at the park, walking down the secluded path that wound through the orchard, eating their ices slowly.

"So," Frank began, breaking the silence.

The fun and happy air they'd had about them for the past hour suddenly turned very serious. They both knew what they were there to talk about.

"So," Gerard echoed, slurping up a spoonful of chocolate ice.

"You said you wanted more..." Frank continued, not sure where to even start.

Resisting the urge to stop in his tracks, the boy kept pace beside his teacher.

"Yeah," was Gerard's reply.

Frank cleared his throat and thought for a moment.

"More - as in... sex? Or..."

"More as in you," Gerard was quiet, his eyes on the concrete passing by underneath his feet.

Frank's eyes drifted downward too. He had no idea how to respond.

"I-I'm sorry," Gerard stuttered.

"No," Frank answered instantly, "No, don't be sorry."

Gerard was silent.

"Please don't." Frank repeated.

He saw Gee nod out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay."

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, unsure of what to say. Frank noticed Gerard's breath becoming heavier, so as they approached a bench he motioned for the boy to sit down with him.

"Thanks," Gerard said softly.

Frank took both their empty cups and tossed them into the trash can next to the bench.

"So," Frank began again, sitting a little closer to Gerard than would be considered casual.

Gee looked up at him expectantly, nervousness evident in his eyes.

"As much as I want this... we really need to talk about it, Gerard."

The boy swallowed hard, but said nothing.

"You're my student. I know you know there's a lot of consequences for this if someone found out..."

Gerard began to speak rapidly, "You don't have to worry Mr. Iero - Frank, fuck, whatever - Look, I'm eighteen and there's only like three months left in the school year and I'm almost an adult-"

Frank put his hands up to calm the boy down.

"I understand, Gerard, but I could go to jail for this. Both our lives could be ruined if one of us were to slip up, you understand that, don't you?"

Sighing loudly, Gerard continued, "Yeah, of course I do, but I swear I'll be good. Just give me a chance, Mr. Iero, please."

Frank took a moment to process the boy's words. To be truthful, it felt more like he was trying to talk himself out of this, not Gerard. But Frank's inner monologue was begging nearly as badly as Gee was. He exhaled slowly. He knew his mind had already been made up.

"You promise, Gee?"

He saw Gerard's body soften at the nickname. The boy smiled, pushing up his chubby cheeks and his eyes lighting up to go along with it.

"Of course, Frank," Gerard breathed.

And with that, Frank found himself leaning in closer and closer to the boy he had had his eyes on for so long. Yes, he'd had him earlier that day, but now he had him. He and Gerard were going to have something. It seemed foolish for a twenty-four year old man to be getting butterflies over a boy, but he couldn't help himself. Just as he had told himself before - Gerard Way was unreal.

Gee met his lips gently, moving together and exploring carefully. They were both shaky after an emotional conversation. The sound of Gerard's phone going off was the only thing to pull them apart.

"It's my mom," he said, running a hand through his hair, a little out of breath. Frank leaned back and nodded as Gerard answered.

"Hello? Hey, Ma. Yeah, we're still out. What time? Uh..." he looked at Frank with raised eyebrows, "I-I don't know. Aunt Cheryl's? Okay... What time will you be home? What? Is she okay?"

Frank's ears perked up, trying to pick up Mrs. Way's voice and figure out what was going on.

"Okay. Be safe, Mom. Love you too," Gerard hung up a second later.

Already knowing what Frank was going to ask, he began to explain.

"Mom's going to my aunt's house for the night. She's sick I guess, but nothing bad. The house is gonna be empty though... We could hang out at my place if you want? That way no one will see us here..."

Frank smirked and raised his eyebrows even higher.

"'Go back to your place'?" he teased.

Gerard flushed red and his eyes flickered away.

"Mr. Iero - Frank, come on, not like that..."

Frank laughed.

"Sure, Gee baby, let's go. You can give me directions when we get to the car."

Gee nodded and rose to his feet slowly, resisting the urge to take Frank's hand as they walked back.

In the car, Frank's hand rested temptingly on the armrest as he drove. Gerard had given him directions, and now they rode quietly, with the soft sound of the radio playing. Gee gave into his nagging thoughts and reached out to his teacher's tattooed had, taking the warm, calloused fingers in his own soft ones and squeezing lightly. He looked up at Frank, whose eyes were trained on the road but had a smile stretched across his face. He squeezed back. Blushing, Gerard kept his eyes on their entwined hands for the rest of the ride.

Frank parked down the street from Gerard's house, taking extra precautions, and together they walked down the sidewalk. Gee took his key from his backpack and unlocked the front door without a word, stepping inside with Frank following close behind.

"You want a drink or something?" he offered, turning to Frank as they stood in the front room.

"Nah, I'm good," Frank waved it off, one hand in his pocket and the other now playing with his hair, taking in the atmosphere of his new love's home.

"My room's in the basement," Gerard said quietly.

He began to head down a flight of steps, and Frank took it as his cue to follow. His eye caught a portrait on the wall just as he began to head down, and he felt his stomach drop, immediately announcing his thought to Gerard.

"You have a brother, don't you? He's not here?"

Frank tried to hide the nervousness in his voice. Gerard shot a glance at him over his shoulder.

"No, no! Don't worry. Mom said he's sleeping over at a friend's. I've got the place to myself," and with that, Gee flashed him a sly smile.

Frank smirked and raised his eyebrows, relaxed now that he was sure no one would catch him.

"I thought you said 'not like that'?"

Gerard shrugged, tossing his backpack onto the floor as they entered the basement.

"You didn't seem too opposed to anything during fourth period."

Frank couldn't see the boy's face from where he stood, but he could hear the grin in his voice. He felt a smirk of his own form on his face but wasn't sure how to reply.

"Gee..."

Gerard sighed and turned around to face him with an exasperated look on his face.

"We literally fucked, like - what, four hours ago? I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of doing anything else, Frank. I mean, if anything you should be freaking out about what already happened. Or you shouldn't have said you wanted to pursue something."

Frank raised his hands, trying to tell Gerard to calm down.

"I do want something, Gerard. I'm just worried. You should be too."

"What for?"

Gerard's voice wasn't harsh. It was curious and honest.

"You know exactly what for."

Picking at his fingernails, Gee replied, "We already fucked, Frank, if shit's gonna go down what does it matter if we fucked once or a hundred times?"

He looked up at the teacher with raised eyebrows, waiting for a response. Frank didn't have one. The boy had a point.

"Fine. You're right. But can we just relax for a little while?"

Gee nodded, then turned to his dresser, opening a drawer and shuffling around inside. His attention had been brought back to his dilemma from earlier that day.

"I've been sitting in your cum since fifth period."

Frank coughed, choking on his own saliva.

"Fuck, Gerard-"

Gerard let out a laugh and turned around with a fresh pair of briefs in hand, proceeding to change right in front of Frank. He caught a glimpse of something opaque and shiny as Gee's clothes fell to the floor and stepped out of them. Frank felt like he was going to overheat.

"I was scared shitless someone was gonna see the stain or something," Gee said as he pulled the clean underwear up to his waist.

"I - sorry about that..." Frank murmured, tugging at his collar.

Gerard ran a hand through his greasy hair, "You're still wearing the jacket? What the hell, Frankie take that shit off it's like eighty degrees in here."

Feeling his cheeks grow a little hotter, Frank unzipped his coat and folded it over his arms. He stood awkwardly near the doorway still, gazing around Gerard's room at all of his possessions and hobbies.

"You can sit, you know."

Gee still stood in his underwear and t-shirt, picking up the dirty clothes and crossing the room to toss them into a hamper. His pale thighs jiggled and contrasted against the blue fabric of the briefs as he moved. Frank slowly stepped over to his unmade bed, fitted with Star Wars sheets and a tiny, stuffed Chewbacca that sat near the pillow. Walking back across the small basement, Gee plopped down on the bed next to Frank with a smile.

"What do you think?" he asked happily, gesturing to the space around them.

"I think you like Star Wars," Frank chuckled back, nodding in general to all the memorabilia that Gerard had strewn about.

"Do you like Star Wars?"

Gerard's eyes had lit up like a kid on Christmas and Frank couldn't help his grin that stretched cheek to cheek as he looked at the boy.

"Hell yeah, I like Star Wars."

Gee laughed and jumped up from the bed, going over to a desk and picking up what Frank could only guess was another sketchbook. The mattress bounced under Gee's weight as he threw himself back down on the bed next to Frankie, flipping through the pages of the book until he settled on the one he was looking for.

"I drew this last night," he said handing the book to Frank.

Looking down at the page, Frank saw a cartoonish, yet detailed drawing of Han Solo.

"This is really good, Gee," he said sincerely.

Gerard blushed and smiled, and Frank felt his hand ball up next to his thigh.

"Thanks, Frankie," he said quietly.

After a moment, he took the sketchbook from Frank and went back over to the desk to look through the other things he had there.

"You like Lord of the Rings?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Frank replied.

He watched the boy's back, feeling a surge of fondness for him. All these months of light talking and joking and now he was sitting in his bedroom, watching him talk about the things he loved most and acting completely comfortable and casual around Frank, like he belonged there. Maybe it was a little twisted, but Frank felt so happy.

His eyes fell to the curve of Gee's bum, the crease of his ass peeking out from under each side of the briefs. They were just a little too small, but fit him in all the right places. His t-shirt was crinkled and ridden up again, putting all those things into Frank's view. Gerard turned around and caught Frank's eyes, seeing how low he was looking.

"See something else you're interested in, Frankie?" he said slyly, walking back over to the bed with an object in his hand that Frank hadn't bothered to look at yet.

"We've already established that I'm interested," Frank said in a monotone voice.

He didn't want Gee getting any ideas right now. Gerard just laughed, sitting back down on the bed yet again, but much gentler this time.

"Look, I've got a Hobbit sword."

His voice held a hint of fascination in it as if he was looking at the thing for the very first time, but Frank knew of course that he had done this many times before. It was adorable, and it made Frank's chest feel strangely warm and fuzzy. Pulling the hilt of the sword, Gee unsheathed the sharp, shiny metal. He looked up at Frank with a grin and sparkling eyes.

"I got it for Christmas," he said.

Frank smiled back at him, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes because it was so wide.

"That's real cool, Gee."

Gee laughed and nodded, his face going red.

"Yeah," he giggled, putting the sword back in its holder and then back where he'd gotten it before.

He stood in the center of the bedroom, wringing his hands out and looking around for anything else he wanted to show Frankie.

"Do you like comic books?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

Frank nodded, "'Course I do."

Gee took in an excited breath and hopped over to the bookshelf that was right next to the bed, but he was close enough that Frank could grab his wrist and pull him towards him.

"Slow down there, Gee baby, you said we got all night."

"Well... yeah," Gerard said in a slightly embarrassed tone.

Frank pulled him to where he was still seated.

"C'mere."

Gerard approached Frank slowly, whose hand was still loosely wrapped around his wrist. In one swift motion, Frank pulled the boy into his lap, grunting as the brunt of Gerard's weight fell right against his groin. Gee didn't seem to notice, and just wrapped his arms around Frank's neck, laughing.

"Frankie!"

Frank snaked his arms around Gerard's wide waist and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek.

"You're so cute when you talk about all this stuff, baby," Frank whispered.

Gee's breath caught in his throat and he waited for what Frank was going to say next. Instead, he found himself entangled in a kiss with the man. Frank slid his tongue boldly over Gerard's lower lip, silently asking him to open up. Gerard did exactly that, and they remained entwined in each other's arms for a long moment.

Slowly, Gerard began to push Frank's weight down further onto the bed, until they were laying down side by side, still kissing. Finally, they pulled away to catch their breath. Both of them had flushed cheeks and a sheen of sweat coating their skin.

"'Not like that', huh? So I guess you changed your mind?" Gee laughed.

"No, Gee baby. We shouldn't."

Gerard felt tears prickling at the backs of his eyes, despite knowing deep down that he may have been overreacting.

"Why not? I thought you said-"

"I know, honey, I know. But I'm not sure if we should be doing it again so soon just yet."

Gerard looked up at the ceiling and away from Frank, trying to force the tears back down before they began to fall.

"Hey. Look at me," Frank said in a soothing voice.

Gerard did not comply.

"Gee."

Sighing, he turned his head.

"What, Frankie?" he asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice that filled Frank with guilt.

"Don't get upset now, okay? We're together, aren't we? I'm here," Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's soft, warm body once more and pulled him close so that he was pressed tightly against his chest. "I'm here," he repeated, "Daddy's got you."

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A/N:  updating soon :^)