Gerard:

You know that feeling you get when you think someone is watching you? Well, I KNOW someone is watching me because I can feel them breathing on me. I sit up and stare at the intruder of my lair.

"Mikey, what the hell did I say about waking me up like a goddamn creeper?"

"You said not to, because you would scream like a little girl."

That little shit.

"I do not scream like a little girl Mikey."

"Yeah, you kinda do. Anyways, get the fluff up, Ray is gonna pick us up in half an hour."

"Why?"

"First day, dumb ass."

"Oh yeah, now get the fuck out of my room."

"Okay, Johnny Christ, you're in a good mood I see."

I throw my pillow at him. Funny, it has a picture of Johnny Christ on it too. What a gorgeous coincidence.

"Out. Now. You little bag of douche."

"At least I don't moan in my sleep, Gerard."

"Shut the fuckity up!!! I do NOT moan in my sleep!"

Wait for it.

"At least, not about Ray."

Mikey's face goes a very nice shade of maroon.

"Do I seriously talk about him in my sleep?"

"Nah, I'm just kidding, now, out. Unless you wanna see me strip."

Mikey immediately runs out of my room faster than you can say random stumpage. (Quote from Wulfe.)

I get out of my bed, surprise, surprise, it has an Avenged Sevenfold pillow and the Misfits covers. Don't make fun of me, I really don't give a rat's ass whether or not you like these bands. I do, so fuck off.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out today's clothes. Hmm, to drag or not to drag? Drag it is. I pull out a pair of fishnet leggings, a purple skirt, and a Black Veil Brides band tee. I popped it all on and put on my high heel boots. I then finished off my outfit with a dash of eyeliner and brushing my hair. Hey, I never said I was normal.

"Gerard, hurry the hell up or we'll be late again!"

I run downstairs to meet up with Mikey.

"Do I look okay?"

"Gee, you would put Jeffree Star to shame."

"Thanks, I think...?"

"It was a compliment, genius. now come on!"

We walk out of the house and out to Ray's car.

"Get in, you little shits."

Frank:
When I got to the school I honestly thought I was going to hate it. I was wrong. The teachers are pretty nice, I am the youngest they've gotten so far in the past five years, and they understand how hard it is going to be for me to teach art, seeing as I can't draw worth a shit, and the students will probably be arrogant little shits. I went upstairs to my classroom and opened my door. When I got into my classroom I sat the fuck down in my chair. It is a fucking comfy ass chair. I like it.

I decided to actually do something productive so I got up and went over to my closet. It has a shit load of art supplies in it, some new, some old, and some empty. I walked into the small closet and grabbed all of the empty boxes and bags and I turned around to toss them out. I obviously didn't hear the bell for some reason because when I turned, I collided with a girl.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

She brushed her hair out of her face. Boner alert. This was NOT a girl. This was a boy. A boy with dark, raven black hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes and porcelain skin I have ever seen on a human being. This boy just so happened to be wearing fishnet leggings and a fucking Misfits shirt. The Fucking Miisfits, it just had to be one of my favorite bands.

Wait, stop it Frank, you're making it sound like you're in love with your student. Love doesn't exist for you Frank.

"Um, I okay, uh, um, sorry for running into you."

He started to gather up his things. I bent down to help him.

"No, it's my fault, I didn't hear the goddamn bell ring. Here.:

I handed him a notebook that read, "PANSY" on it. When our fingers brushed, I felt a jolt of heat run through my body. This boy really was interesting. Okay, seriously Frank, STUDENT! Do you not understand your own language, Iero, or do I have to spell it out for you? S-T-U-D-E-N-T. Holy shit, I'm losing my fucking mind. Talking to myself, just fucking great, fucking magnificent. Way to go, you dung beetle.

I finished helping the boy pick up his stuff off of the floor.

"So, are you Mister Iero?"

"Yeah, and you are...?"

"Oh, um, I'm-"

"Yo Gay-Way!"

He turns around and we see a tall boy standing in the doorway. He is very muscular and very, what's the word? Oh yeah, The Douche of Douches.

"What Aaron?"

"Did you find a new fuck buddy? You look like a big enough slut to be the sort of.....thing..... to flirt with everything that has a dick."

Now to impress Mr. Way.

"Excuse me, I happen to be a teacher for one, two, shut your goddamn mouth, and three, you need to stop being an annoying little shit to everyone and everything that has a brain."

"Oh shit, you're a....a...teacher?"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

"No-"

"Then shut the fuck up and get out of my classroom, I will not accept any type of inequality in this classroom."

The boy leaves the room.

"Thank you Mr. Iero."

I turn to the younger boy.

"No problem...?"

"Oh! Um, I'm Gerard."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Gerard."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Iero."

We both get into our seats and I begin teaching. I may just like this job.
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Gerard:

Holy sex on legs. Yes, I did just say that. Shut up. Anywhore, that teacher, Mr. Iero, I would so bang him. Shut up Gerard, you may be gay, but he happens to be your teacher. But still, I could see some of those tattoos he has, like the bookworm on his knuckles and his Halloween one too. God, why does every guy that is perfect for me end up either being straight, taken, or not even legal to have? Why?

But really, that body...

I just realized that everyone is staring at me.

"Gerard?"

God, his voice...

"Gerard?"

"Oh shit, um, sorry Sir. Zoned out for a second, what were you saying?"

Smooth move, asswipe. Now he'll think you're a fucking moron.

"Would you please tell us the definition of Art, without reading it from the book."

I heard a few snickers from the back.

"Um, sure."

"Thank you."

"Um, well, Art is the large range of human activities and the results, or products of those activities. Many people turn to Art because it is an escape for them, not just a job or profession, but something that they can lose themselves in for a while, something that lets them forget all of the shit that's been going on and just lets them focus on something beautiful, or horrific, depends on the mood, I guess."

Nice save big-mouth.
"Thank you Gerard, I see you've been studying in class, unlike some students."
He looks at the boys.

"Now, since it is our first day back, I want you all to paint, draw, or even write something that means something dearly to you, and I want it handed in by Friday of this week."

A large amount of groans erupted from the classroom.

"Oh, just shut the fuck up and draw senseless shit then."

My eyes got BIG. Our teacher, teacher mind you, just swore at us. Swearing may not seem like a big thing, but our teachers are so fucking strict we can't even say Hell without being sent to the fucking office. I swear just to get kicks out of everyone. I'm a bad boy, and I need to be punished.

Woah, where did love life Gerard come in? Why am I saying I love this guy? Love doesn't exist, or, maybe... No, stop it Gerard, you don't love, you can't love, fuck it, Mr. Iero makes an exception. I mean, come on, he gives straight guys boners. But that's the thing, he may be straight. Ugh, why can't I focus?

I look towards my empty canvas and think for a minute. A brilliant idea pops in my head and I get started. I make sure to have the right colors and that the lines are all neat and perfect. I am done with the sketch before I start painting. I suddenly sense that someone's behind me and I almost piss myself when I see who it is.

There is, a fucking gorgeous teacher looking over my drawing!

"That is very good Gerard, where did you get the idea to draw this?"

"Well, I just thought about the definition of Art and how it helps people forget things for a while and I drew what was on my mind."

"Well, I like it, keep it up."

"Thank you."

Like I said, bonerific.


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Frank:

Fuck yes! He's gay, I knew it! When I went to Gerard's painting, I nearly shouted when I saw it. There were two men kissing, one of them looked like Gerard, while the other, the other looked like me a bit, the tattoos that he obviously tried to hide, my scorpion tattoo, my hair he definitely tried to change, and the fucking eyes, they were breath taking. He drew them in such perfect detail I have no idea how he didn't notice me until I cleared my throat. He nearly jumped.

"That is very good Gerard, where did you get the idea to draw this?"

"Well, I just thought about the definition of Art and how it helps people forget things for a while and I drew what was on my mind."

"Well, I like it, keep it up."

"Thank you."

I walked back to my desk and tried to hide my very embarrassing erection.

"Gerard?"

He looked up, almost as red as I was.

"Y-Yes Sir?"

"Please come to my classroom after school I would like to talk about your painting."

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Thank you."


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Gerard:

Holy Christ, Holy fucking Christ. Mr. Iero, my teacher, wants me to visit him after school. Stop it Gerard, he probably just wants to ask you more about your painting, or, *gulp* why you have him as the other male in the picture. I make it through the rest of the day, but not without being a nervous wreck. I told the guys to just go to the house and wait for me, and that I wouldn't be long, but holy fuck, I was completely wrong on that part.

I walked into the now vacant classroom.

"Ah, hello Gerard, please, have a seat."

He gestured to the chair in front of him. I sat down. Now, I'm fucking nervous. I keep twitching and I have to keep crossing and uncrossing my legs.

"Gerard, calm down, it's not like I'm gonna eat you or anything."

God, why the fuck did he have to say that? Why couldn't he just say, Oh don't worry, you're not in trouble, or maybe, something that isn't thought of in many different ways. I heard him mumble something under his breath.

"What was that Sir?"

"Nothing, nothing. So, Gerard, tell me about your painting."

"Um, well, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh, well, what's wrong with it?"

"Well, a lot of people are homphobes and I just drew them all wrong and I can't fucking draw worth a shit."

"Lies."

"What?"

"I said lies. You can draw, Gee, you're fantastic at it, I mean, compared to me, you should be the teacher."

"O-Oh."

"I mean it, Gerard, now, what do you think of it now?"

I looked at the painting.

"Well, I guess I used the correct amount of paint for each blend in the painting."

"Exactly. You do have talent Gerard, tell me something else, like, what inspired this painting?"

"Um, well, someone I like I guess. But it's impossible to get him."

"No it's not."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. He stared back with force, and, I think, lust?

"I said it isn't because they like you too."

"How do you know?"

"Because, I do."

He lunged at me and pulled me into his lap. I groaned against his lips and his hands trailed down my back and lifted up my shirt a bit, just so he could proceed to trace small circles on my back. I ground my hips down into his lap. Now it's his turn to moan. I grabbed his hair and bit his tongue, while he attempted to take off my shirt. Damn my fucking awesome choice of clothes.

"I want you on my desk, naked, sprawled out, and touching yourself."

Fuck, that is dirtier than anything I've ever heard, and I've heard quite a bit. I quickly obeyed him, after he pushed me down onto my knees and slapped my ass.

"I want you to crawl."

I crawled over to the desk, threw off the skirt, leggings, and heels, and started rubbing myself through my panties, I choose to wear lace thongs because they feel really comfortable to me.

"Fuck Gee."

I turned to face the teacher, he had his pants just low enough where his dick could spring out, he went commando today, nice. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was really loose, and he held his erect dick in one hand and a ruler in the other.

"Now, bend over."

"What's with the ruler?"

"Now!"

I quickly turned back around and bent over his desk. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I just needed to be touched. He quickly fixed that for me, and I also found a new pain fetish, one consisting of rulers.

"Count down from 20."

"W-What?"

"You just had to act all innocent, you really think I didn't notice your hard on in class, or the tattoos in the painting? You think I'm completely oblivious? That you're so clever, huh?"

Fuck.

"Now, count!"

Slap.

I groaned in pain.

"One."

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Two, three, four, five."

After a while, I think at nine, the hits started feeling really good, all the pain went straight to my dick. Fuck, I have weird kinks. When Mr. Iero was done, he tied my hands above my head with his tie and spread my legs.

"Gerard, this is gonna feel really weird."

"What do you mea- Ah!"

He started licking into my asshole. His tongue sliding in every now and then, not too much, just a bit, but god, it felt fucking amazing. He suddenly darted his tongue in a hit my prostate. I tried hard not to scream, fearing that someone would hear.

"It's okay Gerard, You'll have me soon enough."

He stood back up and dropped his pants all the way down. He lined up with me and stared at me.

"Just fuck me, now."

He shoved into me as hard as he could, slamming right into my prostate. God, how did he know where it was already? I tried biting back another scream, but I couldn't so I smashed our lips back together as he drove into me relentlessly. He slammed into my prostate again and he started sucking on my neck.

"I want you to beg for it, do it, you little slut."

"Please, God, please, fuck me harder, faster."

He started going deeper and faster, I have no idea how he has this much stamina, but it is amazing. I suddenly saw him pull something off of his desk. A cock ring. He slid it onto me and fastened it.

"You don't cum unless I say so, got it?"

"Yes, god, fuck me."

"Good bitch."

He started slamming into me again, slipping filthy words into my ear, rubbing my cock against the desk on purpose, telling me how good of a whore I am, and I was loving every second of it. He suddenly stopped and pulled out.

"On your knees, Way."

I did as he commanded. He held his swollen cock up to my mouth.

"Suck on it like a good bitch and I may just let you come."

I quickly engulfed him into my mouth. I loved the taste of him, me, us, he started pulling on my hair which made me moan in pleasure. I licked the tip of his cock and slid my tongue into the slit, collecting all of his pre-cum. I love the feeling of the weight of his shaft in my mouth. I started bobbing my head back and forth, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. Soon enough, he was coming down my throat. I swallowed it all.

"Stay down."

He gripped my now-painful dick and stroked it while he shoved his tongue down my throat.

"You did so well Gerard, you may come now."

He took the cock ring off and jacked me off a few more times before I finally came. It was maybe the best orgasm I have ever had, ever. He kept petting me and telling me what a good boy I was. He finally stood up and helped me get redressed.

"I'll see you after school tomorrow Gerard. Same time."

"Okay Sir."

I walked out of the room.
I just fucked the teacher.
I just fucked the teacher!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gerard:
When I got up the next morning, my ass felt like it was on fire. It hurt so fucking much. I tried standing up, but I felt too much pain. I still have to get ready though. I tried again, ignoring the pain. This time, I was successful.

I went to my wardrobe and got today's outfit. Today it was a Green Day American Idiot tee with skinny black jeans and a red tie. Perfect. I put on some red eyeliner and my Green Day converse. Yes, I decorated them myself. I grabbed my bag and walked out of my room.

"Mikey! Hurry the hell up or we'll be late!"

"One....one minute!"

I heard him shout whisper something so I walked up to his room to see who he was talking to.

"Mikey, if we are late I swear to Satan himself I will butcher....you...."

"Shit."

Mikey stood in the middle of his room with his pants at his ankles, a poor attempt to pull them up, and what really surprised me was the fro sitting on his bed trying to put on his shirt.

"Mikey, care to explain why Ray is half nude on your bed?"

"Um, not really."

"Just tell me you fucker."

"Well, um, you see, we, uh, we had....sex."

"And how many times has that been?"

"Um, this was our first..."

"Well, good for you, and second, thank you for not being loud. I would have blown my brains against the ceiling if I heard moaning coming from your room, Mikey."

"Um, you're welcome, I guess?"

"Well, now that I am mentally scarred for the rest of my life, let's go to school, shall we?"

We walked downstairs and went to school acting as if nothing happened, when in all actuality, I was really mentally scarred for the rest of my life, a half nude image of my brother was now burned into my skull.


Frank:
Oh, how I can't wait to see Gerard today. I did warn him that anal sex would burn, but did he believe me? No, so now, I get to watch him squirm. God, I sound so fucked up, what's sad is I am getting a weird boner from thinking about him squirming under me. Wait, that's not weird, okay, yeah, maybe it is.

I sat down at my desk and waited for the bell to ring. When the class came in I watched eagerly for Gerard. When he came in he looked at me. My face was hidden so he didn't notice that I caught him staring until I looked right at him. He quickly looked away and sat down in his seat.

I stood up and said good morning to the class.

"Okay, I hope you all had a good night's rest last night, because if anyone sleeps in here, they are fucked."

Everyone, except for Gerard, sat straight up. I looked at him, knowing he was exhausted. I saw him close his eyes and chose that moment to pin him.

"Mr. Way! Care to explain why you just fell asleep in my class?"

His head shot up and his eyes blew open.

"Um, I, um, sorry Sir."

"Well, since you disrespected my direct order, you can serve detention with me after school."

"*Sigh.* Yes Sir."

"Good. Now, let's continue."

I taught them how to make paper swans since today just happened to be a half day for no apparent reason, and every teacher would be leaving, except for me, of course. That meant that I would have Gerard alone for four hours entirely. I cannot wait.

When the class was over, I dismissed everyone and told Gerard to stay for a moment. When everyone left, I shut the door and locked it. I walked over to Gerard who was staring at me in complete fear, waiting to see what I would do. I just walked right up to him, and put a choke collar in his hand.

"I want you to wear this until the end of the day."


"Why?"

"Just do it. Don't ask questions, slut."

"I'm NOT a slut."

"Well, sluts usually moan every time I fuck them up the ass until they're screaming, so, yeah, you are. Now wear it."

"Okay."

"Good, now get out of here before you are late, Mr. Way."

"Yes Sir."

He left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gerard:

When I left Mr. Iero's classroom, I was a bit scared, honestly. I didn't want any of the jocks to see the collar, but I promised Frank that I would wear it. And God Dammit if I back out on my promise. I finished the rest of my day in a slow pace. After that, I walked down the hallway to catch up with the boys, seeing as I was finally done with my Hellish day.

When I got to the door, I did not expect to see this. My brother, Ray, Bob, Ray and Mikey, Mikey and Ray, Bob, Mikey and Ray, SNOGGING! I nearly threw up, not because I'm a homophobe, bitch please, I just got fucked up the ass by my teacher, and I liked it. No, what grossed me out was that it was my BROTHER and my BEST FRIEND! I cleared my throat and the three turned to look at me. Ray and Mikey attempted to fix their outfits and their faces.

"Um, hi Gee, didn't you have detention? And why are you wearing a dog collar?"

I attempted to hide my blush from the guys, but Mikey had already seen my face. he gave me his infamous, "Tell me when you're home." look and then turned back to Ray.

"So, um, I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

Bob turned to Mikey and Ray.

"I can give you guys a ride if you want one."

"Thanks Bobby."

"Thanks Bob."

"No problem. See ya tomorrow, okay Gee?"

"Okay Bob, see you later."

After all of that confusion, I went back inside the school and down to Mr. Iero's room. I wonder what he had in store today...

Frank:
I waited until I couldn't hear anyone or anything in the hallways before I closed the door, turned off the lights, and closed the blinds. Couldn't have anyone sneaking in, could we? That would be bad. Very, very, VERY bad. I waited at my desk until I could hear Gerard knock on the door softly as though I wasn't even here. I quickly walked over to the door and flung it open.

"Get in."

I pulled him in when he didn't do anything, and that's when he decided to react. He grabbed my ass and smashed our bodies together. I could feel his hardening member through his pants. Jesus Christ, he definitely isn't small. I started groping him through his tight jeans causing him to emit a loud moan. I love his deep, throaty moans, they're so...hot and bothered. I pulled down his pants and engulfed him into my mouth.
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I tried to not buck up into Mr. Iero's mouth as he sucked me in. I tried, really, but my hips didn't listen. I thrusted up into his tight, wet mouth and he just took it. He did more, too. He started grabbing my hips, trying to get me to fuck his mouth I guess, so I did. I started thrashing wildly into his mouth, trying to get as deep as possible, and he just let me. I felt close to my finish, but he had different plans. I tried to look at his pink, plump lips stretched obscenely across my dick, but he pulled off with a pop and stood up.

"On your knees."

"Make me."

He grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down, my knees hitting my floor with a loud thud. I winced at the pain shooting through my legs, but then it started feeling good. Pain fetish, I think? He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his knees. I reached out to pull down his now wet boxers but he grasped my wrists in one hand and held them behind my head. With his other hand, he pulled down his underwear.

"Suck bitch."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked in a smug tone. He grabbed my hair with his hand that held my wrists and pulled me to his crotch.

"I'll make you."

I knew he was acting the brutal role, but he really needed this, I looked up at him with big eyes and said in my most innocent voice,

"It won't fit."

"I'll make it fit for you then."

He proceeded to shove my face into his now leaking member and I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, greedily sucking him into my warm heat. I lapped my tongue at his head and started bobbing my head, rocking back and forth, he was still holding my wrists so I couldn't hold his hips back, he start pounding into my mouth, gagging me each time he went a little deeper.

"Just...like...that. Fuck...Gerard, fuck fuck fuck."

He kept fucking my mouth, stretching it to the limit, and then some. I kept licking the tip and even adding a little teeth. I earned some throaty moans from him for those. He bucked up into my mouth one more time, his hips stuttering, and he came down my throat. I swallowed most of it but kept some on my tongue. He pulled me back up and attacked my lips with his.

"You taste like me."

"I know."

I bit his lip and he kissed me one more time before looking at me, lust and power filling his dazzling hazel eyes before saying,

"Do you want to come over this weekend?"

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"I, I'd love to come over, just, just let me get some stuff from my house really fast."

"Okay babe."

As I walk out of the room, Frank slaps my ass and I blush wildly. I quickly run home and grab some of my essentials, lie my lip gloss, my lipstick, eyeliner, hair brush, some extra shirts, pants, and underwear, a couple of comic books and my other pair of converse. I grabbed my bag, put all of my shit in it, and set off for Frank's place. Before I could step outside though, the front door shut. Shit. Dad's back from work.

"Where do you think you're going young man?"

"A friend's house, one of my friends invited me to a party this weekend up at the lake."

"No fag son of mine is going to a fucking party dressed as a skank."

He slapped me across the cheek. The force knocked me down to the floor, causing me to cup my stinging cheek in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'll just, I'll call them and cancel."

"Make it quick, you slut."

He walked into the kitchen and I took my chance and I ran. I texted Mikey telling him to go stay at Grandma's until I came to get him. I'm sick of this shit. Just because I'm a guy who dresses like a girl doesn't give my dad the right to, to abuse me. Or my family, for that matter. I got a quick reply from Mikey that said "Okay, just be careful."

I continued walking until I came up to a music store. I went in. I walked over to the rock and roll section and started flipping through the music quietly.

"Gerard?"

I turned around. Frank was standing there, in a Doom Patrol shirt holding a Pink Floyd CD.

"Um, hi Frank."

"How are you?"

He looked at my cheek. His face turned into a frown. He touched my face gently, turning my head to see the bruise on my face.

"Gerard, who did that to you?"

"No one, I, I fell down the stairs."

"Bullshit. I know a bruise when I see one. Who hurt you?"

"No one. Just, don't worry about it."

"Dammit Gerard, stop acting like you're okay, I know you aren't please, tell me what happened."

"Okay, just, not here, okay?"

"Okay, we can go to my place."

"Okay."

He took my hand and led me out of the store after buying the CD. We got into the car and he drove us to his home.

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When we got back to my place, Gerard sat in the car, not moving an inch.
"Gerard, come on inside, it'll be warmer in there."
"What about Mikey, oh God, I forgot all about my baby brother."
He coiled in on himself and started crying. I was so scared right then. I gently pulled him closer to me.

"He can stay with us."
Gerard looked at me.
"Wh-What?"
"I said Mikey can stay with us."

He attempted to stop crying.
"But, what if he recognizes you Frank?"
"If he does, we won't have to worry, he'll understand."
"Okay, but if you get arrested I'm not bailing your stupid ass out."
"Don't worry, I won't get arrested, I'll get arrested and sent to prison for raping a kid."

He punched my arm. Ow. What did I do?

"I'm not a kid."
"Oh, right. You're a cross-dressing kid who slept with his teacher. My bad."

He punched me again, then got out of the car. I quickly followed him up to my door so I could let him in. When we got inside my house, he immediately whipped out his phone and told Mikey where he was. I could hear a cough in the background and I went into the kitchen to get Gerard something to drink. A few moments later, Gerard joined me at the island and took the coffee I gave him.

"Mikey is a little suspicious, but I convinced him that you just found me on the street and gave me shelter. I'm going to go pick him up really fast. I'll be back in a bit."

He turned to go through the front door but I quickly pulled him into my arms. Stumbling, his legs buckled beneath him, causing him to fall. Before he could land, though, I picked him up and put him back on his feet. I pulled him in for a kiss. When I pulled away, I whispered into his ear.

"Be safe."

He whispered back.

"I will."

He walked out, leaving me to know he'll be back.
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Notes

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