What Happens in Art Class...

“Ryan’s coming over tomorrow,”Frank said, effectively ruiningthe mood in acompletely heated make out session. I could have been mad at him but instead I decided to give him achance to explain. “Mom told me that I had to invite him to the family birthday celebration. Said she wants to get to know my boyfriend…” Okay, so that really didn’t help my soured mood. I hated his mom’s crappy assumptions. By that point I almost wanted him to just tell her the truth. I could handle the consequences. Still…Frank looked less than thrilled about it as well. I rubbed his back. I knew how to cheer him up, “Just don’t get too frisky with him, but speaking of your birthday…Ihave something for you.” The excitement in his eyes at that small statement was adorable, “Awww, Gee, you didn’t have to get me anything. Our afternoon with Mikey was nice enough.” Ireached under my desk to get his gift that IO had stuffed in a bag because I was too lazy to wrap it, “Yeah, well, I did anyway. You deserve it.” Iwatched his face carefully as he dug into the bag, and I knew instantly that I had done the right thing. He went from a silly grin to awe and wonderment in a matter of seconds. Then he turned his gaze on me and I was able to see all of his gratitude in those two shimmering hazel orbs. Then he pounced and hugged me around the neck. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou! How did you know?!” he said as high pitched as I’d ever heard him. Ipushed him away from me so I could get another look at his overjoyed face. It just made me so happy that Iput the emotion there. I smoothed his hair back to get a better look at his eyes, “You kept lingering on it when we went to the mall. I knew I had to get it for you.” “Well,it’s perfect. Thank you.” He told me, punctuating his point with a kiss. “You’ve said that already…a lot,” Ikissed him back witha chuckle. “Yeah, well, it’s still not enough. I love you.” I wasn’t sure if he meant to let those words slip out, but they still filled me with warmth. I obviously wasted no time in returning them. “I love you, too.”Then I kissed his nose, just to make the moment that much more sickly sweet. He didn’t freak out like I half expected him to. Instead we did like normal, sitting and talking until it was time to part. Well, I tried to act normal anyway. The whole car ride home I kept repeating the memory. It honestly was making me feel insane. I had been the recipient of an “I love you” before. Frank’s should not have been having that effect on me…Which is probably how I knew I meant it when I said it back. Of course my ever nosy brother noticed the change when I walked in the door, “Whoa, Gee, you’re grinning like you’re on crack. Explain.” For once I decidedto humor him. I flopped down next to him on the couch, “Frank told me he loves me today.” “Really?! That’s so sweet! What was it like? Was the moment serious or romantic or was he mid laugh???” Istared at him, my mood suddenly coming down, “Mikey, you really need to get a girlfriend.” And with that Iwent in the kitchen to start dinner. … Iwas curled up on my couch doing a sketch the following night when my phone rang, startling me. I didn’t get calls all that often. It was just Frank on the caller I.D. though. I mean…not just Frank. He’ll never be just Frank… “Hello?” I answered. “Um, Gee, I…uh….” He sounded really upset about something. I was about to calm him down and find out what was wrong when there was the sound of the phone being transferredand a new voice came on the line. “Hey, Mr. Way? Yeah, it’s Ryan,” Ryan? That was about the last thing Iwanted to hear. What was he doing to my Frankie? “What do you want, Ryan?” “I just need your permission for Frankie to ravish me,” I had no doubt in my mind that he meant what I thought he meant, and there was no way I was going to allow that. Especially when I could clearly tell that this was not Frank’s idea. “Why would I let you take advantage of him like that?” Ihalf growled into the phone. “Well,I was thinking Icould 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…” That kind of made me think. Ididn’t want anything to happen that could keep me from Frank. I mean, fuck my job. I could always finish college and find a new one. Maybe take Frank with me once he’d graduated. But if his mom got wind of what was going on…She would probably be furious. Not just at me, but at Frank. I didn’t want Frank to get in trouble. “I’m guessing you’re dead set on this and I can’t make you budge?” “Uh-huh.” “Will you at least promise to be gentle with him?” “Yupp,”he didn’t sound all that convincing, but I didn’t have much of a choice with this. “Tell him….Tell him he better not enjoy it,” it was meant to break the tension and add some humor to the situation. Ilater realized that it kind of made me sound like a possessive dick. “Okay, I’ll tell him,” and then there was a click signaling the end of the call. I didn’t want to think about what was probably happening then, so I shut myself upin my bedroom and did my best to fall asleep quickly. Iwas awoken in the morning By Frank’s sweet voice drifting into my bedroom, “Ineed to talk to Gee. Where is he?” “In his bedroom. I’m heading out…Um, see ya?” came Mikey’s reply. “Uh-huh bye Mikes!” I decided it was time to get up when I heard the patter of feet on the hallway carpeting. Sure enough, I had no more than sat up when a small warm body was flung on top of me, “Gee I did something horrible!” My processors weren’t exactly fully functional yet, so it took a moment to recall the night before and realize what he was talking about. When Idid I stroked his head comfortingly, ““Shhh. It’s okay, Itold you you could.” “But I enjoyed it,” he said, furiously shaking his head, “Like,a lot. And now I feel him all over me and it’s so gross and…and…” That did kind of sting, but, come on,sex isn’t exactly easy to not enjoy. It wasn’t like he liked Ryan. “Frankie, Frankie calm down,” I tried to reassure him, “It’s okay that you enjoyed it. I’d rather that than you being miserable for my sake.” I figured it was for my sake anyway. I mean,I know I was only thinking about him… He looked up at me then, “Still…his touch…Can you help take it away?” Iknew what he meant. He wanted to replace Ryan’s touch with mine. Iwould say that I thought about it before answering because he was in a delicate state, but come on. What man in his right mind turns down morning sex? Ismiled at him, “Of course I can.” Ikissed him rather forcefully, but quickly got the memo his hard lips were sending: he wasn’t planning on being submissive this time. I didn’t know how I felt about that. It had been arally long time since I bottomed. Still, I’d do anything to make Frank feel better. So I lessened the pressure I was usingand let him take control. He did so in an almost hungrily. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and his fingers dug into my shoulders. It wasn’t long before he grew tired of kissing though. He pulled away and whispered into my ear, “Touch me. Please.” His weak voice didn’t match his sure actions, but I wasn’t about to disobey…Though I didn’t quite know what he meant. Where did he want to be touched? Isettled for running my hands under his shirt. He shivered at my touch,which Itook as a good sign. Imade myself be more confident in my movements,massaging circles at his hips and gently teasing his nipples. He began moaning at the same time as he latched his lips onto my neck. It apparently still wasn’t enough,though, because he reached down and grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand beneath the fabric of his pants. I still wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, so I just rubbed him for awhile until he decided it was time for clothes to be factored out of the equation. Shirts pants and boxers were thrown to the floor before he once again assumed control of my hand. This time he wrapped it around his shaft and I didn’t have to guess at what he wanted. I began to pump him gently as he threw his head back and moaned. Icould tell he was getting close to the edge when his breathing started to hitch, but instead of letting me finishhim off he stopped me and pushed me back,climbing on top of me once more. He kissed me passionately before returning his lips to my ear. “Lube?” I pointed to the bedside drawer, which still held all my toys. God, I hoped he didn’t get any ideas. Luckily he didn’t,instead just rubbing the slippery liquid onto himself. Then he looked at me,“Do I need to be gentle?” That was a good question. It had been a while,but at the same time I used to take it pretty rough. What can I say, I’ve always been pretty kinky in the sack. “Do you want to be gentle?” I asked. A blush found its way onto his face as he shook his head. “Then you don’t have to.” He didn’t need much more invitation than that. He positioned himself carefully before ramming intpo me. Over and over again. It really was kind of painful due to the tightness of my entrance, but I could endure it for Frank’s sake. Besides,the look on his face was hella sexy and it wasn’t completely uncomfortable. Especially when he rammed my prostate dead on. I’m not sure if he was searching for it the first time, but when he heard my throaty cry of, “Oh, fuck, Frank,yes!” you can bet he started to. In fact, he hit that spot so many times that I was unable to make coherent thoughts let alone words. It soon sent me over the top as O blew my load all over his stomach. Seeing me come was obviously a trigger for him, as he followed soon after and we rode out our orgasms together. Then we collapsed together in a gasping heap. Once we had calmed down and were sat snuggling innocently he kissed me, “Thanks for that. Um…can we do it again sometime?” He said it shyly, which I found adorable. I kissed the top of his head, “Sure. Just not too often, okay?” He nodded, “Yeah. Oh, and there’s something I need to tell you.” “What’s that?” “Well…I kindatold my mom…about us.” “You did?” I was shocked, “When?” “Um…Y-yesterday afternoon.” Yesterday afternoon. That was before Ryan’s call…That little Weasel! He had to have known and yet he used that as a way to get me to surrender anyway! I needed to stay calm though. Frank was still in a fragile state, Icould tell. “What’d she say?” “She said she wants me to bring you over as my boyfriend and that she could care less that you’re my teacher.” Well that was shocking. But wait…Dinner with Frank’s mom when she knew Iwas having sex with her son? Can we say…awkward???

Notes

So there you go. I don’t have much to say about this chapter other than that I decided to bring Gerard’s pervy side back a bit. Things have just been a little too sweet recently :P so this was posted on my tablet. I'm going to try to fix the formatting but if I can't I will get to it as soon as I have access to a computer. Also....this story just hit 30,000 views so thanks so much for that!!! Anyway, rate and comment and all that jizz and I’ll give you some cookies…piled on top of some hardcore frerard. Sound good? Yeah? Okay.