Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V
I think the big man upstairs has it in for me. Nobody else can say that something this coincidental has happened to them. At least I'm pretty sure they can't.

I'm interrupted from my daydream with a nudge from Mikey, who looked as though he was going to die from carrying Pete any second longer. I can't say I blame him, Pete's dead weight when he's drunk. Ignoring Gerard's knowing eyes, I helped Mikey shove Pete in the backseat.

"Okay, you wanna sit in the back with him?" Mikey asked me, and I nodded quickly. Any chance to avoid Gerard is a chance I'll happily take.

"No...I want Mikey. Cuddles, I want cuddles. From Mikes. Not Frank. He sucks dick," Pete slurred, cackling maniacally. Fucker. I flipped him off and glanced at Mikey apologetically. I reluctantly slid into the passenger seat, still avoiding Gerard's gaze.

"So, have fun Mikes?" Gerard asked casually as he shifted the gear into drive. Ask anyone else, and they would have said his tone was genuine. But after hearing him use the exact same one with me, I could sense the forced calm. Mikey, however, couldn't.

"So much fun, Gee. You have to come out with me sometime," at Mikey's admission, Gerard chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm a teacher, dude. I can't be caught in a bar that you high school kids frequent. I'll look like a pedophile," Gerard smirked. I let out a loud choking noise at the last sentence, and both Way's looked at me- Mikey in concern, and Gerard in amusement.

"You okay, Frankie?" Mikey asked kindly, and I nod at him with a grateful, slightly forced smile.

"Alcohol's still fucking me up," I lied, and Mikey chuckled.

"Not the only thing fucking you up. Matt and Billie-Joe sure took a liking to you," he winked at me, and I shifted in my seat. The mental image of Billie-Joe and Matt tag-teaming me was still pretty fresh in my mind.

"A liking, huh? Do share," Gerard's tone was that familiar menacing-calm, and I felt my cheeks burn. Not in embarrassment, of course. I was very open about my sexual adventures. It was more the fact that Gerard was my teacher, and things would get awkward if he found out about that. Then again, fuck him. It was his fault my ass was still stinging from earlier. I felt my lips curl into a wicked grin.

"Dude, can you blame me? They're hot. Of course, you couldn't think that way about them. They're jailbait," I said smugly, and Gerard's hands clenched around the steering wheel.

"They are hot, Gee. You've met them before. Now, details. What happened in that bathroom?" Mikey turned his attention to me, eagerly waiting for me to share. Who was I to deny him that?

"Let's just say Matt has talent with his mouth. Oh, and Billie really knows how to fuck," I winked at him, sneaking a look at Gerard, whose fury was rolling off of him in waves. Mikey was oblivious once again. "How big is Billie?"

"Mikey!"

"Oh shut up, Gerard. I need to know these things!"

"He's fucking huge," I said truthfully, recalling the way he fucked me in quick thrusts, finding my prostate in under five minutes. Usually it took guys like ten to find it. Unconsciously, I ran my tongue across my bottom lip.

"Okay, enough! I'm your teacher and big brother, guys. I don't need to know this shit! I thought it'd be something cute, like a crush or something. Not one of my students being fucked in a bathroom," Gerard burst out. Mikey shrunk back in shame with a muttered 'sorry, Gee'. I, however, smirked at his obvious jealousy and he glared back at me.

"Okay, we're here. Mikey, take Pete inside. I need to have a chat with Frank about his school-work for a minute," he flashed Mikey a sweet smile, and Mikey turned to me in confusion. I shrugged and tossed him the house key, which he caught gracefully. With surprising strength, he picked Pete up in his arms bridal style, and Pete mumbled something like 'my hero' against his chest.

Once they were inside, I turned to Gerard to ask what he wanted to talk to me about. Instead of words however, I was surprised with a pair of lips colliding with mine with astonishing force. I moaned into the kiss, and Gerard snaked his hands into my hair, gripping tightly. His teeth caught my bottom lip and he bit down, hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Rather than repulsing me, I only kissed back harder.

"This what you wanted, Frankie? To make me jealous? Because, fuck, it worked," Gerard growled harshly against my lips, and I let out an embarassingly needy whine, feeling myself getting hard again. He noticed too, and let a vicious smile twist his lips.

"You said that little punk was big, huh? Is he bigger than me? I doubt it. You wouldn't be able to walked after I fucked you. I'd be merciless, rough, everything I know turns you on," at this, Gerard moved one of his hands from my hair and let it trail down my skinny jeans, slipping underneath the waistband.

"You're wearing boxers, hmm? Big change from our little...activities earlier," Gerard let his fingers trace around my entrance, and I rocked against him, hissing at the intrusion.

"What can I say, I like variety- ah fuck!" I was cut off into a loud moan as Gerard mercilessly thrust one finger inside of me, twisting it around expertly.

"Fuck variety, you're my cockslut. Not Billies, not Matts, not Petes. Nobody else's, but mine!" Gerard snarled, adding a second finger. I writhed underneath his touch, my moans becoming higher and higher in pitch. He must have noticed that I was close, because he immediately stopped, a coy smile in place of the snarl from moments before.

"Gerard!" I whined, and it earned me a smack across the face. I gasped in surprise, but it turned into a twisted moan. My cheeks burned in humiliation, and Gerard's smile only grew wider. Why the fuck had I enjoyed being slapped?

"No whining. If you want to come, you have to beg for it. Go on, beg for my fingers Frankie," he whispered, his fingers circling my entrance yet again. I squirmed in his arms, trying to get some friction on my cock. No use, Gerard just pinned me down even tighter.

"Fuck, please, Gerard. I need this, need you. Need you to make me come, your fingers are so fucking amazing. I'm your cockslut, please Mr. Way, just let me come- holy fuck!" I let out a scream of garbled curses, panting and rutting hard against Gerard as he shoved his fingers back inside of me.

In my blurred vision, I saw Gerard grinding against my clothed thigh, his lips open in an expression of pure ecstasy. That sent me over the edge, and I shut my eyes as I came against my boxers, the fabric only creating more friction for my now sensitive cock. I vaguely heard Gerard let out a low moan, and the way he was shaking indicated that he had come too. I felt a sense of pride overcome me, followed promptly by horror. Gerard noticed, and smirked at me.

"Whats wrong, baby?" He drawled, and I jumped away from him, a whirlwind of conflicted emotions hitting me. This was so wrong, but he's so fucking hot. But he's your teacher, but he's fucking talented with his fingers. He could go to prison, nobody will ever find out... I shook my head fiercely.

"You know what? Fuck you, Gerard. Fuck your mind games. That was the last time this is gonna happen. You and me? Whatever this is? Fucking over, you asshole," I scowled at him, and the motherfucker chuckled.

"Whatever you think, honey." I gaped at him in pure disbelief.

"Fuck. You. Gerard." And with that, I stalked inside to see Mikey putting a blanket over Pete's passed out form. He gave me a smile, and nodded at Pete.

"He looked so adorable, I couldn't leave him cold," I grinned at him and threw my arms around him.

Whatever ill-wishes I had towards Gerard, I had none for Mikey. The dude was sweet, and a total cutie.

"Thanks for tonight, man. Come find me and Pete at school tomorrow, we can all hang out," I offered, and Mikey beamed, returning the hug with an enthusiastic nod, and heading out. Sighing, I went to get changed out of my dirty, freshly stained pants and slid onto the couch next to Pete, plagued with uncertainty and doubt about what tomorrow would be like, facing Mr. Way in class after the intimacy we'd shared.

Whatever, I'm Frank fucking Iero. I'm not gonna let that dick get to me, and even if he does try to, I won't let him. No matter how talented he is with his hands.

Notes

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