Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V

"Ah, Frank! Right on time, I think these detentions are serving you well," these were the first words that came out of Mr. Ways mouth when I skulked into the art room that morning.

Everyone else was at some religious seminar that was mandatory once a month. How he managed to get me out of going was a mystery, especially since he was a new fucking teacher.
Silent and defiant, I held his gaze with a look of disgust and hatred on mine. This only seemed to amuse him more, and his lips twisted in a mocking smile. I was terrified, especially since yesterday I had openly defied him by messing around with Billie-Joe. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing my fear, and didn't flinch away from him- no matter how badly I wanted to.

"Fuck off," I growled. This seemed to ignite something in him, because he briskly tossed the big sketchbook he was smirking down at moments earlier on the desk, making his way towards me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. I fought the urge to shrink back as he pressed his forehead against mine, shadowing my body with his.

"You're a little feisty today, I like it," Mr. Way purred, looking down at me with those fucking eyes, pupils blown wide and darkened with lust. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"Fuck off, you sleaze," I made to walk away from him, my head held high, but I was slammed back against the desk, frozen in place by the dominant look in his eyes. I'd always had a thing for my lovers taking control, I just didn't realise how far my limits could be stretched.

"You know how I feel about that tone, Frankie. And that dirty, dirty mouth of yours, so gorgeous, but so sinful," Mr. Way purred, attaching his lips to my neck and sinking his teeth in hard. My eyes fluttered shut and I threw my head back as he traced his tongue over the skin he'd been biting moments before.

"This is, so fucking illegal, oh my god" I let out an almost animalistic moan, desperate for more of him.

"Like that's ever stopped you before. Don't deny it, I've heard about your little reputation Frankie. You're a filthy little whore," Mr. Way growled in my ear, making me smirk a little despite how unbelievably turned on I was.

"You're jealous, aren't you Mr. Way? You wanted to be in Billie's place yesterday, my hand wrapped around your nice, hard cock instead of his. Don't deny me the truth," I reminded him, my voice husky. He dug his fingers into my hips, hard enough to surely leave bruises. I bucked my hips forward, the lack of friction on my unbelievably hard cock was making me go insane.

"You fucking slut. On your knees, now. Bad boys get punished. Maybe making you gag on my 'nice, hard cock' will teach you not to be so damn disrespectful to your teacher," I let out a loud moan at his words, which were demeaning as fuck yet so intoxicating.

"What if I don't want your cock?" I breathed, my own hardness now threatening to pop the buttons of my jeans open at its own accord.

"You don't have a fucking option here, Frankie. We have a full two hours of this detention, and if you want to be rewarded, I suggest you get on your knees and stop complaining," Mr. Way grabbed me by the scruff of my jacket and tugged me down until I was eye level with his very obvious hard-on. A wicked smirk graced my lips, time to show him just how well I could suck cock.

Gently, I brought the zip of his pants between my teeth, humming as I placed my hands on his very nice, firm ass. I dragged his fly down, losing patience with his stupid fucking skinny jeans and practically ripping them off, leaving Mr. Way standing there in just his underwear. I mouthed at the fabric, before taking those in my teeth and pulling them down as well. Mr. Way looked down at me with hooded eyes.

"That was so fucking hot. Good boy, Frankie. A+ for you," he threw his head back and grinned, revealing pointed, small teeth. I lapped up the praise, feeling happy that I'd managed to please him.

"Anything for you, sir," I purred, looking up at him as I ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, eliciting delicious, high moans from those pretty lips. I grew tired of teasing him, and shot him a cheeky smile, before taking his cock down my throat with no complaints. Before when I had done this to him, the shock of it all had limited a lot of my talent. Now, though, was a different story.

"Holy shit, where was all this talent the first time we tried this?" Mr. Way bucked his hips forward, moans tumbling out of his mouth. I let out a little giggle, and bobbed my head up and down, tonguing the base of his cock as my nose lined up with his stomach.

After five minutes, his movements grew erratic. He attempted to push me off of him in warning, but I began sucking faster in response, and he let out a panicked yell, pushing me off of him. I fell backwards, my jaw slack and my eyes wide as he panted above me, shuddering as the cool air blew against his naked form.

"What the fuck?" I tried to sound bitchy and demanding, but my throat made it sound scratchy and rough. I winced and rubbed at my sore jaw, making a mental note to take a break next time.

"Shut the fuck up Frank. I didn't want to come yet. I told you to stop and you disobeyed me, therefore I think you need to be taught a lesson," Mr. Way stood above me, evil gleam in his eyes. Before I could protest, he put me on his lap and pulled down my jeans. I mentally prepared myself for another spanking. What I got instead was entirely different.

I let out a cry as I felt two fingers enter me, dry and harsh. I began to sob, great gasping noises ripping out of my throat. Mr. Way was relentless, and this was something I had no experience with before. Lube was always a necessity for me.

"Shh. I don't like punishing you, but I have to. You understand why, don't you Frankie?" Mr. Way used his free hand to tilt my chin up, my eyes meeting with his. Those beautiful eyes, filled with so much concern and lust. I wanted to please him, so badly. The thought of disappointing him hurt way worse than the burn of his fingers and I let out a whine, nodding my head and blinking away tears. Wow, good job standing your ground, Iero.

"I think that should do it. You're ready now," Mr. Way helped me off of his lap, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face and connecting my lips to his in a bruising kiss. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I moaned, wild and driven by pure want. He pulled away, adoring smile in place. I blinked at him dumbly.

"You really are something special, Frankie," he murmured, before the hard, dominating look came back into full effect. I stilled, motionless as the hand that caressed me in an almost loving manner threaded through my hair and pulled me against its owners body.

"I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are. Is that what you want, baby?" Oh god yes. I nodded frantically, and he smirked at my obvious desire before laying me on my back. I shivered as the cold floor touched my bare ass, and Mr. Way trailed kisses down my body, occasionally biting down on the tattooed skin.

"Did your mom really let you get all those tattoos?" Mr. Way questioned, tracing them with his finger. I looked at him in disbelief.

"You really wanna talk about my mom right now?" I asked sarcastically, and he gave me a sheepish grin. Aw, it was almost cute. Fuck no it's not cute! Just sex, that's all this is.

"Ready, Frankie?" His lips twisted into a devious smirk, and I ground my hips down. He chuckled, and grabbed his tie. I let out a noise of confusion as he tied it around my eyes, effectively fucking up my visual of his gorgeous face. The confusion grew stronger as he used what I assume was my tie to cuff my arms around a table leg. What the fuck?

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little fearful of the answer. Another chuckle confirmed that, yes, I should definitely be fearful of the answer.

"You'll see," was his only reply as he stopped touching me. I felt something line up against my entrance, anticipation replacing any doubt or fear I had. Until, that is...

"What the fuck are you doing to him?!" Pete's voice echoed through my ears.

Well fuck me.

Notes

Wellllll now that all the old chapters are up I have something to say :)

First, a massive apology. I truly am sorry for not reuploading sooner, and using sketchy excuses when the truth was, I was scared. I was getting into a spiral of self loathing, knowing that one day, these band members will have older kids, who will look them up on google. I didn't want to be a part of knowing that I was fuelling the homoerotic fire that is fanfiction. I felt guilty, and it made my anxiety even worse. Especially knowing that Frank and Gerard aren't all that big on Frerard, and find it a bit odd. Then i realised, fuck it. They respect that its an artistic way of getting our crazy shipping out, and so thats why im deciding to continue. That, and i miss all of you guys like crazy. So yay c:

I may not be regular on updates but i will NOT abandon this story again. I hope you enjoy the ride, because this story is not a light, fuzzy one :) xx