What Happens in Art Class...

“Mmmm,” I sighed happily as Gerard’s lips tracedmy jawline. I loved times like this, just getting to relax with him. It was too bad that I knew I had to ruin the happy mood. It was Friday, and I still hadn’t told him what was happening the following day. I pulled away from him gently and decided to get straight to the point, “Ryan’s coming to my house tomorrow.”

He blinked, “Why?”

“Mom told me that I had to invite him to the family birthday celebration. Said she wants to get to know my boyfriend…”I shuddered at the thought. I still couldn’t believe she was so stuck on that theory.

He rubbed my back, “Just don’t get too frisky with him,” he winked at me, clearly trying to break the tension, “But speaking of your birthday…I have something for you…”
“
Awww, Gee,you didn’t have to get me anything. Our afternoon with Mikey was nice enough.” I joked, but Iwas actually pretty surprised.

"Yeah, well,” he pulled a gift bag out from under his desk, “I did anyway. You deserve it.”

I grinned as I dug into the bag. Then I felt my jaw drop as Iexamined the black fabric inside. No. Fucking. Way. It was the Misfits hoodie from Hot Topic. The one that matched my skeleton gloves. I looked up at him before wrapping my arms around his neck so tight I must have been choking him. I heard myself squeal even though I wasn’t aware of making the noise. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou! How did you know?!”

He pushed me back and smiled, smoothing my hair back from my face, “You kept lingering on it when we went to the mall. I knew I had to get it for you.”

I kissed him, “Well,it’s perfect. Thank you.”

"You’ve said that already. a lot,” he chuckled and kissed me back.

"Yeah, well, it’s still not enough. I love you.”

He kissed my nose, “I love you too.”

It was only later that I realized that that was the first time I used the Lword with him. It was kind of scary, but it had happened so casually that I couldn’t bring myself to freak out about it. …

Iscowled as I opened the door to asmirking Ryan. Iso didn’t want to see his dumb face while I was trying to eat my cake. Still,if it would put Mom’s mind at ease I would endure it…With clenched teeth and fists, that is.

“Oh, Ryan, so nice to see you, dear. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?” My mom asked as we entered the kitchen.

"No, thank you though,” Ryan replied with a fake ass smile while taking his seat. I heard asmall thud next to him and suddenly noticed his duffel bag.

"What’s that for?” I asked, pointing.

"Oh,” he said, “My dad said that I should spend the night…” A dark look passed over his features, but I decided not to comment on it. “I hope that’s okay.” “

"Of course,” Mom smiled.

Ryan looked at me next, “Hey, cool hoodie.” Crap. Mom raised her eyebrows at me. I had told her that Ryan gave me the hoodie, so this was completely understandable. This was gonnabe a tough one to get out of.

I chuckled nervously, “Yupp. I already toldyou I like it. You don’t have to keep seeking approval for your gift.” Luckily he got the point and didn’t push the subject.

Mom didn’t say anything else either, so I figured I was home free…Until Mom said, “Oh, but if you spend the night, you and Frankie need to keep your…activities…quiet. His father will be here and doesn’t need to know that his son engages in intercourse with other men.”

The mouthful of lemonade Ihad went flying and I began choking slightly, “Mom!” I protested.

“What?” she said defensively, “You know it’s the truth.”

“Oh don’t worry, Mrs. Iero. I think Frank and I can stand one quiet night,”then he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Ireflexively pushed him away in disgust.

"Oh Frank,” Mom said with a chuckle, “Don’t be cold just because I’m here. You can kiss your boyfriend.”

"But he’s not my boyfriend!” I yelled before I could stop myself. Shit.

“Frank,you’ve tried that before. I already told you it’s fine.”


Ishook my head with a sigh,“No, I’m serious. He’s not…I mean,I am seeing someone, but it isn’t him…” I couldn’t believe what Iwas saying. This couldn’t end well.

"Then who is it?”

"You won’t like hearing it.”

"Try me.” She met my gaze with a steely one. She didn’t have to say that she was tired of my lies out loud. I could see it in her face and posture.

"It’s…” I sighed, “Please don’t get mad. It’s…Gerard, er, Mr. Way…My, um, art teacher…”

She sighed, “Now see, was that really so hard?”

I stared at her dumbfounded, “What?”Why wasn’t she flipping out about him being a pedophile or something?

"Oh, Franklin, I already knew,” she left the room and returned a moment later with astrip of paper, “You should be more careful what you leave in your jeans on laundry day.” Closer inspection revealed that the strip of paper was mine and Gerard’s photobooth pictures. I felt my cheeks flame. I could have sworn those were in my wallet...

“Oh….” I looked up at her,“You aren’t…upset? Or…angry or…I don’t know….?”

"Oh, Frank, I’m livid,”she said in a sweet mom voice, “A man as good as that one should be brought home to amother and introduced with the right title. And if you’re talking about the fact that he’s your teacher I could care less. It’s your life, you’re going to do what you want with it, and the age gap isn’t really that far.” She shrugged, “I just want you to be happy.”

Icouldn’t wrap my head around how casual she was being about this. But then again, she had been telling me to go and have sex for a few weeks…God, it was just too weird! “Thanks, Mom. I guess I’ll just have to bring him home to you sometime.”

"Of course. Now we need to stop talking about this. Your father’s home.” My father. Now there was someone who would never approve. … “

"It was great seeing you, Dad,” I said as I gave him ahug before he had to get back to work. So much for him being hrte tonight...sometimes I thought he just wanted an excuse to leave…

“You too. Happy birthday, and enjoy being an adult.” And with anod at my mom he left.

Mom came up and put an arm around my shoulder, “I have a present for you. Icouldn’t give it to you in front of your dad, but here.”

I stared at the little card she handed me. “One Free Tattoo” it screamedin large, intricate letters. It was for the place I got my lip piercing at. Ilooked up at her and broke out in a grin, “You’re so awesome! This is perfect!”

“Yeah, well, if your father asks, it didn’t come from me. Now go on up to your room. I have some stuff to get done down here and I don’t need you in my way. "

“’Kay. C’mon Ryan,” I said before dashing up the stairs. Yeah, he was still there. I couldn’t shake the guy,but he had been pretty bearable during the evening. Unfortunately, that was about to end. As soon as we got up to my room, he locked the door and threw me onto my bed, climbing on top of me. I was so shocked that I didn’t fight back. I wasn’t expecting this, and I especially wasn’t expecting what he said next.

"You know what my dad really told me tonight, Iero? He told me to go fuck my fagot ass boyfriend and not bother coming home. You see, not everyone has parents as nice as yours. So you know what? I’m gonna do exactly what he said. I’m gonna fuck you. Or rather, you’re gonna fuck me. Got it?”

At first Ididn’t understand what he said. Then Irealized and
pushed up on his chest, “Why would I do that?”

He smirked, “Because I’ve made good on my promise, and you owe me if you want me to keep making good. Think you’re immune just cuz you’re legal now and your mommy knows? Well how would you feel if poor Gee lost his job cuz he was fucking a student? Not so hot, huh?”

I fixed him with astony glare, “You wouldn’t.”

"I would. So what’s it gonna be?”

I had no ideahow to answer that. I couldn’t just…cheat on Gerard. Even if it was for his own good. And anyway, there was no way I even wanted to sleep with Ryan. He disgusted me in more ways than one! But I couldn’t have Gerard losing his job…

"I get it. You don’t want to betray your boy toy. So call him. Get permission. I’m sure he doesn’t want to lose his job either.”

I swallowed,suddenly feeling fearful. He was right, of course. If I got permission from gee it would…sort of be okay. Right? I shakily pulled out my phone and called him. “Hello?” he answered on the second ring. “Um, Gee, I…uh….” I had no idea how to approach this.

Unfortunately, Ryan did. He snatched the phone from my hands and dashed across the room, “Hey, Mr. Way? Yeah,it’s Ryan….I just need your permission for Frankie to ravish me…Well, I was thinking I could arrange a slip of the tongue around Linda, Frank’s mom. She is right downstairs. And I think the principal would like to know a few things as well…”I
wanted to grab the phone from him and tell Gerard that he didn’t have to worry about the mom threat, but for some reason Iwas frozen to the spot. “Uh-huh…Yupp… okay, I’ll tell him.” He hung up andfixed me with an evil smirk, “He said you better not enjoy it. I can tell you now though that you won’t obey him.”

And then it began. I tried to skip past as much foreplay as I could. No way did I want his creepy hands exploring my body. Nor did I want his lips touching any part of me. Clothes were thrown to the floor and soon he was once again crouched over me on the bed. Only this time, we were both completely naked.

This was where he encountered his first issue. No way was Igoing to be able to get it up for him. I didn’t find him attractive in the slightest. He must have seen this as some sort of sick challenge as he just reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. Iclosed my eyes and did my best to imagine that it was Gerard despite the complete difference in his technique and the fact that his hand was rougher. Even so, I eventually felt the slight twitch that signaled arousal…And soon amoan escapedmy lips. Ireally didn’t want for that to happen. It gave Ryan all the wrong signals.

He smirked and began rummaging around in my bedside drawer. At first this confused me as he had no permission to access my personal belongings, but it made sense when he returned victorious with my tube of lubricant and acondom. Why did Ihave to be such a stereotypical teenage boy?

He had plans for those item. He began by rolling the condom onto my semi-erection with his mouth, further tricking my body into thinking it was pleased. Then he took his sweet ass time applying the lube, slowly rubbing it around every inch of me. I was reduced to apanting, horny mess by the end of it. I was still trying to resist the urges somewhere in my mind, though.

Ryan flipped us over and wrapped his legs around my waist,grinding his ass up into me, “Well, come on pretty boy. Get to it. Don’t be scared of hurting me. I like it rough,” he winked. I still didn’t want to do this, but I figured I might as well get it over with,so I plunged right in. I took his word and didn’t wait for him toadjust before pulling out and performing another thrust. That was probably a mistake.

After being with Gerard for so long I had forgotten how goddamn good it felt to dominate. Iended up losingmyself in his tight warmth and finding afast, heated rhythm. Ryan wasn’t helping this mindset as he kept rolling his hips up to meet me. It was pure ecstasy, and Iwas lost in it. I couldn’t decipher my own hushed moans form his and I couldn’t even remember why I had wanted to holdback. It wasn’t long before my eyes rolled back inmy head and I spilled my seed into the condom.

I didn’t pull out right away, though, because one of my favorite parts of dominating is helping the receiver to ride out his own orgasm. And Ryan’s was avery amusing one. He made a little mewling sound like a kitten as his body was wracked with spasms of pleasure. It was fun to watch. Ifell into sleep quickly after I collapsed next to him. …

Ifelt completely guilty the following morning. What had I done?Of course, Iremembered the whole thing. It was horribly humiliating, especially given the cocky smirk on Ryan’s face. He knew he’d won.

I was quick to inform him that it was a one-time event before ushering him out the door. Something was bothering me, though. For some reason, even though I know I wasn’t paying attention the night before, I couldn’t help but see belt sized welt on Ryan’s back in my memories. Maybe sending him home wasn’t the best idea, but oh well.

Once Ryan was gone I informed my mom that I was going to Gerard’s before rushing out the door. I know it’s stupid, but I felt the overwhelming urge to apologize to him.

"Frank? What are you doing here?” Okay, so maybe it was a little early to go barging into my boyfriend’s house. And maybe I hadn’t counted on his little brother opening the door. It didn’t change my course of action any.

"I need to talk to Gee. Where is he?”

Mikey shrugged, “In his bedroom. I’m heading out…Um, see ya?”

"Uh-huh, bye Mikes!”I dashed into the house and around the corner to Gerard’s room. He was just sitting up and rubbing his eyes. I took amoment to appreciate how adorable he looked before jumping on him. “Gee,I did something horrible!”

He patted my head in shock before seeming to comprehend my words, “Shhh. It’s okay, Itold you you could.”

I shook my head, “But I enjoyed it. Like, a lot. And now I feel him all over me and it’s so gross and…and…”

"Frankie, Frankie calm down. It’s okay that you enjoyed it. I’d rather that than you being miserable for my sake.” Ilooked up at him and the look on his face was completely genuine. “

"Still…his touch…” I shuddered, “Can you help take it away?”

He smiled, “Of course I can,” and then he kissed me, but with a clearly less than innocent intent…

Notes

A/N: Holy long chapter! At least for me. You guys were probably enjoying it…Or maybe not since it seems alot of you hate Ryan. Idid manage to get some sympathy information in there for him though. I don’t know how this chapter really fell together. At first it was just going to be Frank telling his mom the truth, and yet it somehow evolved from there. And for those of you who were hoping I’d continue past that last kiss…Don’t worry. It’s all covered in Gerard’s chapter ;) Remember to rate andcomment! It keeps me writing! Also sorry if this comes out all weirdly formatted. I'm posting it on my tablet so....