Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of Pete's phone alarm going off at top volume. Of course, Pete didn't have a normal alarm tone, oh no. He decided to embrace the gay stereotype and set all his ringtones to various Lady Gaga songs. Imagine my irritation at being rudely awakened by 'Born This Way' ringing through my ears.

"Pete, turn that fucking thing off," I groaned, and he mumbled back incoherently, reaching over me from our tangled position to turn the demonic noise off. It was at that unfortunate moment, when he froze and turned to me with an incredulous horse-grin, that I found out I was sporting damp boxers and a large tent. Fuck.

"Why, Frank Iero. Is that big ol' boner all for little old me?" He mocked, throwing his head back in raccous giggles. I put on my best sneer and scrambled up to maintain my dignity (or you know, whatever's left of it) only to be pulled back down by Pete, who was looking at me with a very serious expression.

"I'm kidding man. But seriously, you haven't had a wet dream since freshman year. Remember, Mr. Hoppus?" Fuck, Pete knows me way too well. I hesitated, wondering if it would be wise to tell him what was up with me.

"Fuck off, Wentz. Shit like that happens after you get fucked in a bathroom by two smoking hot dudes," okay, apparently my mouth was going off on its very own accord.

"Oh, shit dude! Billie-Joe and Cortez, right? I saw them giving you the eyes all night, but you were too busy moping around to notice. Details, now!"

"Y'know, sometimes it's really obvious that you're gay."

"You love me, now stop deflecting. Spill it girlfriend," I rolled my eyes at my best friend, before caving and telling him everything. I hesitated on the drive home, telling him that Mikey found us a driver but I didn't remember who it was exactly. Best not to mention that the guy that made Pete practically shit his pants drove him home when he was wasted beyond comprehension.

"You lucky bastard. I've completely ignored everyone else in favor of getting into Mikey's tight little pants. Hopefully once it's been done, and I have him hanging off my dick like a hungry puppy, I'll get some more sweet, virgin ass," Pete sighed, wistfully staring at nothing. I suppressed my snort, apparently Mikey was far from a virgin.

"Well, get up Wentz. When we get to school, you can stare at Mikey's tight little pants all you want," I smirked, and Pete nodded enthusiastically, racing to the bathroom to get started on his daily ritual of straighten, line, and selfie.

I spent about ten minutes extra picking out something to wear, eventually deciding on a white button down shirt, a black vest, my tightest pair of black skinny jeans, and battered converse shoes. Hey, why be gay if you can't have a little flamboyance? Mr. Way would agree. Wait, why would I care if he agreed or not? Fuck, focus Frank.

"Forget all about that asshole, Iero. Maybe get Matt Cortez to suck you off under the bleachers, fuck yeah," I chanted to myself, taking a moment to remember the image of Matt's eager lips swallowing around my- well you get the gist. I made my way into the bathroom where Pete stood, sure enough, with his black hair dead straight, his dark eyes ringed in thick eyeliner, and a pout on his face as he stared into his phone camera.

"Fucking queer," I smirked teasingly, and he ignored me, opting to take the photo and grinning widely as his fingers typed out a text message furiously. Curious, I took in his unzipped lavender purple hoodie and his unzipped skinny jeans. My phone beeped, and I took it out of my pocket, my forehead creasing in confusion.

"Ugh, Pete! God! I didn't need to see that!" I groaned as the picture he'd texted me uploaded onto my screen. Of course, it was a dick-pic, with Pete holding his junk in one hand, eyes smouldering the camera. It was kinda hot, but kinda disturbing. Pete was like a brother, and you don't wanna see your brothers junk, ever. Unless you're a sick motherfucker.

"D'ya think Jared will like it?" He ignored my disgust and waited for an answer. I rolled my eyes at him and deleted the incriminating picture. Jared Leto may like it, but I certainly did not.
"One day, your habit of sending nudes to your boy-toys will bite you on the ass," I informed him, and he merely grinned in reply, raking his eyes over my outfit approvingly. Checking me out, but in an appreciative 'you look hot but I don't want to fuck you cause that'd be super awkward' kind of way.

"Who are you trying to impress, Frankie?" He teased. God he knew me too well.

"Oh, you know. Mikey does have a nice ass, I might give it a test run for you," I winked, and his eyes darkened with possessiveness and anger as he flipped me off. Interesting.

"I love you dude, but if you touch Mikey, I'll make cock-soup. Frank Iero edition," he threatened, and I gave him a lazy smile in response, raising my hands in defeat.

"Whatever man, he's all yours," I drawled, applying my eyeliner and straightening my faux hawk quickly. I heard Pete jingling his keys impatiently, and with one final touch-up, I followed him out the door to his car.

"I'm pretty sure it was your driving shift this week," Pete complained as he drove out of the driveway. I simply batted my eyelashes in response, hearing him grumble under his breath about 'stupid, cute puppy dog eyes'.

"What do we have today?" I asked, the realization setting in that I might have Art. And that meant Mr. Way, with his stupidly attractive face. Asshole.

"I think Chemistry first, free period second, Art third, Music fourth, and English fifth," Pete informed me, eyes not straying from the road once. I cursed inwardly, fuck. Third period, that's so not Raven.

"We don't have to go to Art, do we?" I asked, wincing at how whiny I sounded. Pete raised one eyebrow in amusement.

"I don't wanna fail my senior year, dude. And I'm not letting you either. Plus, the class is integrated with all different year groups. That means Mikey, Billie-Joe, pretty much everyone interesting," the cogs in my head turned, and I spoke my next words slowly.

"Pete. How old is Billie-Joe, exactly?"

"Wait. I thought you knew!"

"Knew what, Pete?!" Okay, now I'm feeling slightly scared.

"Frank... Billie's fourteen," Pete enunciated the last word, staring at me carefully as he pulled into the parking lot of Belleville High. I choked on my own spit.

"Whaf?! Fourteen? Oh my god, Pete. I'm a pedophile. I'm a fucking pedophile! I'll go to prison!" My voice was strangled with horror. Of course, Pete burst into obnoxious laughter. Typical, if I'm freaking out he's having a giggle about it. Jerk.

"Fuck- Frankie. I'm messing with you! Billie's eighteen, oh my god your face, I can't. What is air," he gasped out, body shaking with now-silent laughter. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Not cool, you fucking douche."

"Hey, you played the Mikey card. Paybacks a bitch," Pete shrugged, holding his hand out. He had a point there. Begrudgingly, I shook his hand as a sign of 'no hard feelings' and together, we walked in the school with our heads raised high. We fucking owned this place.

"Wait, if he's eighteen then why isn't he in our grade?" I questioned, confused. I'd never seen Billie-Joe in any classes, and it's hard to miss a kid like that.

"Hmm, he got held back I think? He's in the grade below us with Mikey," Pete replied, eyes darting around the full corridor searching for the aforementioned younger Way. Unfortunately, instead I was met with the sight of the older Way, who caught my eyes and winked as he passed. A shudder ran through me, and it had nothing to do with the cold weather New Jersey was vibing with.

"Oh hey, there's Mikey. Mikey!" Pete waved excitedly at the lanky boy, who smirked at him in return, sauntering over. Fuck, he looked hot today. He'd straightened his hair and wore eyeliner under his adorable little glasses. I could kinda see the resemblance with him and Gerard now. Same eyes.

"Oh hey guys. Frank, you're looking good!" He winked at me, before turning his full attention to Pete. I smirked, gave them a 'text me later' sign, and speed walked to Chemistry. I doubted Pete would make it to our first class together, and as the hour dragged on, I was proven right. No sign of him whatsoever.

The bell rang, loud and shrill, and I packed up my shit quickly. My phone went off and I looked down to see a text from Pete. 'Meet up under the bleachers, Mikey n' the boys are waiting on your fine ass. Speaking of fine ass, I sucked Mikey's cock yayyyy' Classy as always, Pete.
I broke into a run, eager to get my fix of sweet nicotine. I pulled my pack out of my jeans unthinkingly, only to bump into something. Or someone.

"Out of my way you fucking loser," I snapped, looking up only to meet the gaze of Gerard fucking Way. I kinda wanted to smack the smirk off his face. With my lips. And maybe a little tongue. I hastily hid my hands behind my back, knowing it was futile anyway.

"Oh, hey Frank. What you got there?" See? Slowly, I pulled out the pack, glaring up at him in pure loathing. He tutted, shaking his head almost teasingly.

"That won't do, Frankie. I see you haven't learnt your lesson after last time," Mr. Way shook his head, okay now he was definitely mocking me. He reached for my cigarettes and I snatched them away protectively. His eyes darkened, a warning, entrancing hazel color.

"You know what happens when you're naughty, don't you Frankie?" His voice lowered, and the sound went straight to my dick. Stupid teenage traitor hormones, ugh!

"Eat shit and die, you fucking prick," I growled, my temper getting the better of me. Fuck. His eyes lit up in triumph, but that was quickly shadowed by typical teacher 'disappointment'. A facade that Gerard had down pat, I realised dully.

"Detention, tomorrow. You won't be attending morning mass, instead you'll be in the Art room with me. You know, like our first detention together, only better," Mr. Way bit his lip, looking me up and down suggestively. That shouldn't have been hot, but fuck it was.

"Lick my asshole." I spat, and he merely gave me a lazy smirk, snatching my pack and strolling down the corridor. Leaving me with no smokes and a raging hard-on, fucking wrong. No, he doesn't make me hard. Just a teacher, a really hot teacher. Nothing will happen tomorrow. Nothing. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself.

"Fuck!" I growled, throwing my hand up in the air and making my way down to the bleachers by the football field. When I got there, I noticed Pete, Ray, Billie-Joe, Mikey, Matt and Jack. Hmm, I never noticed how pretty Jack actually was, once you get past the Pete-esque obnoxious personality.

"Hey, Frank!" Mikey grinned up at me from his seat in Cortez's lap. I noticed Pete sitting opposite them, a jealous edge in his expression. Well I'll be damned, the tables have turned. A guy that doesn't act like a lovesick puppy after experiencing Pete's legendary talents in the sex department.

"Hey there, jealousy," I winked at Pete after waving hello to Mikey, settling down in Jack's lap, who didn't look surprised in the slightest at my seating choice. He smirked down at me lazily, rolling his hips against my ass subtly. I stifled a moan, and he chuckled at my increasing sexual frustration.

"Hey, if you guys are gonna do shit, do it behind the bleachers. I've seen Jack's dick way too many times, it's not even funny," Ray grinned at me, and the others chortled. Jack didn't look as amused, and grabbed my hand to lead me behind the bleachers like Ray suggested.

"Try to keep quiet," Jack advised me, a slight gleam in his eyes as he pressed our bodies against the cool metal of the wall. I was about to snark back, but his lips captured mine in a hungry kiss. I responded eagerly, digging my fingers into his waist, thumbing the prominent hipbones poking out of his jeans. He groaned into the kiss, pulling away to speak.

"You're really fucking hot, Iero. Billie said you were pretty big too, can I see that for myself?" Jack's innocent tone was tainted by the sheer dirtiness of the question, and I nodded frantically, my eyes fluttering shut as he undid my jeans. I heard Jack inhale a sharp, shocked breath, and I smiled smugly. The smile disappeared when I felt Jack's hot, wet tongue sliding up and down the length of my dick teasingly.

"You fucking tease," I gasped out, shivering as Jack's answering chuckle sent vibrations down my leaking cock. Unlike his friends, Jack wasn't a talker, which was a shame. But the way he swallowed my cock down completely with no gagging or complaints whatsoever made up for that. I moaned loudly, and bucked my hips up.

"God, fuck- Barakat. Is, ah fuck, this some sort of skill, shit, that you all have to learn to get into your group or something, oh jesus, fuck," I hissed out in between loud groans of pure pleasure. He giggled around me, and the motion made my knees almost give out from the sheer mindblowing feeling.

"Don't stop," I commanded, and he dug his fingernails into my hips, the intensity of pain combined with pleasure making me almost blow my load. I regained control, which was almost lost when my eyes met a pair of familiar hazel across the field. Mr. Way waswatching, the dirty fucker! What's worse, I was loving it. It only turned me on more, seeing the possessive hunger in those eyes and I decided to play it up a little.

"So good, fuck baby. You like it when I fuck your mouth, Jacky? Mmmm, I'm gonna come down that sweet little throat of yours, and you're gonna love it. Swallow it all, gonna ride your face, fuck!" I cried out in surprise when Jack began sucking mercilessly harder, obviously encouraged by my dirty talk. Mr. Way licked his lips at me, trailing a hand through that ridiculous red hair teasingly, his other hand rubbing down to his prominently hard cock. That's when I lost it. The sheer thrill of being caught, combined with Jack's hard, long sucks, sent me over the edge and I came hard down poor Jack's unsuspecting throat.

"Shit," he coughed slightly, pulling off me with a hazy look in his eyes. Mr. Way smirked at me from behind Jack's back, mouthing a 'see you in class' before briskly walking off. I shuddered and tucked myself in, offering Jack a hand.

"Don't need it man, I finished a while ago. Your mouth is filthy. And I love it," he grinned widely at me, pecking me on the lips and skipping off to our friends. I chuckled in amusement and followed him, catching Pete's proud look and the others shared smirks.

"Have fun?" I winked in response to Mikey's question and they laughed in response. Yeah, I think I'm gonna love this 'all orgasms are accepted orgasms' rule. We chatted for the rest of the hour about various things, and we didn't realise that the bell had rang until we saw the kids who had P.E next period making their way onto the football field.

"Hey, we have Art next," Pete's reminder sent a shudder of fear and anticipation through me. I stubbed out my smoke quickly, and trudged to the classroom with Billie, Matt, Mikey, Jack and Pete. Fuck, I'm so screwed. Literally.

Notes

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