I started staying after school again the following week. But I didn’t clean anymore. Gee and I spent our time talking and kissing and acting like a normal couple. A normal couple that would be horribly frowned on by society. I didn’t let that fact bother me, though. No one besides Mikey had to know, and why should I care what they think? I never had before.

“Frank, my room is getting really messy. And it’s your fault.” Gerard said one day as I was snuggled into his lap.

I pouted, “I didn’t tell your students to be lazy slobs.”

“No, but you keep me from doing the cleaning and you never do it yourself anymore. The principal actually came and yelled at me during my planning period today. Said it’s a safety concern.”

I glanced around to see what he was talking about. There was a puddle of wet ink under one table. The back corner had broken pottery pieces in it. There were carving tools left out. And one of the chairs had a broken back. That technically wasn’t Gerard’s responsibility, but it was still a problem. I could totally understand where the principal was coming from.

“Your room is a safety hazard. I’ll help you clean up.”

I went to work on the messy part of the room while Gerard took care of the sharp objects. Between the two of us it took barely any time to get it done. But then it was time to go home and I hadn’t gotten enough Gee time. It wasn’t fair.

“I don’t want to go home,” I whine at him.

He sighed and kissed me, “I don’t want you to go home either, but I’ve gotta grade papers and I’m sure you have homework. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

I put on my best pouty face and just stared at him. His face slowly morphed from stern to sad, “I really have stuff to do Frank. Otherwise I’d invite you over. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He picked up his bag and I realized that he was serious. I had to go home and face the horrible boredom that awaited me until the next day. And then I’d have to sit through an entire day of school before I saw Gerard again. That was how I felt every day, but for some reason it was worse that day. I really didn’t want to give up. I would have done pretty much anything to get more time with him.

I stood in front of him when he went to leave and threw my arms around him. Then I reached up to kiss him, hard. He recoiled in surprise before kissing back. In seconds his bag was forgotten and I was seated on top of his desk with my legs wrapped around him. I knew I could get to him this way. He’s such a pervert. I felt him moan into my mouth before he pulled away slightly.

“You don’t play fair, Frankie. And you know what happens to people who ignore the rules. They get penalized.”

At first I was scared. The word penalized had me thinking he would ground me from spending time with him or something. Then he grabbed my hand and started to lead me out the back way, toward his car. That’s when I realized he meant it in the dirtiest way possible. That really should have been my first guess. He’s always thinking something dirty.

We got in his car and he started driving to his house. A few feet down the road he grabbed my hand again, but not in the cute teen romance novel way. Instead he guided it to his crotch, which I could tell was starting to bulge. He ground up into my hand as if I wouldn’t get the hint. I wasn’t sure if I should do it. Distracting him while he’s driving could be extremely dangerous. On the other hand, dangerous is kinky. It’s exactly what Gerard would like.

“Frank, just do what I want or I’ll make it a lot worse at my house.”

Key word: worse. Which meant he was already planning something bad. That was the deciding factor. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his semi-erection while beginning to pump slightly. Almost immediately he started to make small moaning noises. Surprisingly enough he didn’t take his attention off the road for a second. I took that as a challenge and began to use different techniques. Thumbing the tip, introducing my fingernails to the tender flesh, all those little tidbits that I know drive me crazy. And he was barely fazed. His moans had gotten louder and his eyes were squinted a little, but that’s it. He must have steel will.

So I did the only thing left that I could think of. I leaned down and ran my tongue lightly from base to tip. To my satisfaction I felt the car swerve, followed by Gerard’s voice, “Fuck, are you trying to get us in a wreck? I can only take so much, Frank.”

I sat back up and smiled sheepishly at him, “It was your idea.”

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, “My idea to get a simple hand job, not a full on tease session. I also didn’t say stop, just back off.”

I shook my head but went back to pumping him. It felt so boring and repetitive. He ruined all the fun I was having with it. Luckily it didn’t take long for him to climax. All over his dashboard. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to clean it up. I would refuse.

Soon after that we were parked in his driveway and he started pulling me inside. There was no stopping, welcoming me back, offering me a drink, or any normal hospitality. All there was was him pulling me heatedly into the bedroom and pinning me to the bed with an evil grin. He licked the shell of my ear before whispering into it.

“I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about being turned on by being dominated and feeling helpless?”

I did share that bit of information with him. Maybe that was a bad idea. He reached over and pulled open a drawer by his bed. What was inside had me half terrified, half really fucking turned on.

Notes

I did remember to warn you about the smut right? Lots of it.