Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V

"Fuck!" I swore, flailing uselessly against my bindings. Within seconds, I felt Gerard untie me with shaking hands, but when the tie came off of my eyes, his expression was unsurprised, almost amused actually. Pete had an entirely different approach.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god that was so fucking weird," he chanted, his hand covering his eyes and his lips twisted into a pout. I almost laughed. Almost.

"It's not what it looks like?" I tried to defend lamely, and Pete immediately stopped muttering and fixed his eyes on me in a flat expression. Beside me, I could practically feel Gerard rolling his eyes.

"Really? Well that's a relief, 'cause I could've sworn our way older art teacher was about to penetrate you with his impressively sized dong." Pete deadpanned, and I had to fight down the nervous laughter that was threatening to make itself known.

"I'm four years older than you guys!" Gerard crossed his arms and glared at Pete childishly, who snorted.

"Yeah, like that'd hold up in court Mr. Way," he smirked lopsidedly.

"Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?" Gerard asked bluntly, and Pete blinked at him dumbly.

"Um, what?"

"What. Do. You. Want? Y'know, in return for your silence, your oath not to rat us out, blah blah blah," Gerard sighed impatiently, acting as though this was a regular occurrence for him, like he made all kinds of deals to keep his illegal doings a secret. Which, I reminded myself, he probably does.

"I want. Um. Three things," Pete glared at Gerard, face twisted into a defiant glare.

"Go on," Gerard raised his eyebrow, intrigued.

"First of all, I want Frankie to be happy, and you and whatever this deal is obviously making him happy. The kid had his first wet dream in 5 years yesterday, for fucks sake. But if you hurt him, I'm going to throw you into a meat grinder, got it?" Pete grinned pleasantly, and I felt my heart double in size for the love I had for my best friend.

"Got it, I'd never hurt the kid, unless he wanted me to," Gerard winked, and I felt my face redden when Pete giggled along.

"Frankie's a tough little dude, it'd take a lot to hurt him," Pete grinned, and Gerard and I exchanged a smirk. Oh Pete, you have no idea.

"What were the second and third things?" Gerard asked curiously.

"Second thing is, I want a solid B+ average for the rest of the year even if the work doesn't merit it," Pete smiled up at him innocently, and I rolled my eyes. Pete is more of a poet, not an artist.

"Isn't it usually the kid that fucks the teacher that asks for that? Whatever. Wish granted, what's the third request?" Gerard laughed at the ludicrous nature of Pete logic.

"Thirdly, I want Mikeyway." Well that shut Gerard up.

"Um. Huh?"

"You heard me. I want Mikeyway. Your blessing to date him, take him out, kiss him in the hallways for all to see," Pete stared at Gerard defiantly, a hint of nervousness behind the action. I gaped. Pete wanted to actually date someone? I guess hells really frozen over.

"No. No fucking way. You are not dating my kid brother, dude. No way in hell," Gerard shook his head vigorously. Pete sighed.

"It doesn't affect me if you say no. Ill still date him, because I like him. Your blessing is more for his sake. He speaks highly of you, and it'd obviously upset him if you disapproved of our relationship. Hell, it'd devastate him," Pete explained, and Gerard faltered for a second, before sighing in defeat.

"Only, and only, if he says yes to dating you. Word of advice, Mikey is a secret romantic and it takes effort to pursue him to date. Are you ready for that?" He asked, and Pete nodded, looking up at him smally.

"I really like him, okay?" His soft whisper was barely heard, and I wrapped my arms around him comfortingly, seeing how badly this crush was messing him up. Gerard sighed.

"Yes, you have my blessing. You're not all bad, Wentz," He admitted, and Petes head snapped up, his lips curling into a wide grin.

"Fuck yes, thank you dude! I won't let you down, Mikey will be so happy with me, I promise! And your secrets safe with me. See you at home Frankie!" With a salute to Gerard, and a huge hug to me, Pete ran out of the room, whooping loudly.

"That kid is so weird," Gerard chuckled and I grinned fondly in agreement. Pete really was a fucking weirdo.

"You know he wouldn't have ratted regardless, right?" I asked, and Gerard laughed.

"I know, but its cool of him to keep quiet, he needed something in return," he explained, and I nodded, suddenly distracted by his lips.

"So, you do this a lot with underaged hot punk students?" I teased, moving a little closer to him, which he definitely noticed.

"Only the really attractive ones with tattoos and piercings and hazel eyes. Why, you jealous?" Gerard teased, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Pft, me, jealous? If anything it'll be you getting jealous, people can't resist the Iero charm," I winked, biting on my lip ring and watching his eyes darken.

"Feel free to fuck anyone you want, I won't bat an eye as long as you come back to me every time," Gerard's eyes darkened and his lips pulled up into a smirk.

"Same goes for you. We'll see who gets jealous. Spoiler alert, it'll be you," I grinned, resting my forehead against his.

"Oh really?" His tone was sarcastic, mocking almost.

"Really." And with that, our lips collided into a bruising, messy, hard kiss, all tongue and teeth and fighting for dominance. No strings attached sex is perfect. We'll see who the jealous bitch in this 'relationship' is.

Let the games begin.

Notes

Have you guys read Gerard Ways twitter? I feel like he's become a cat loving, anime obsessed teenage girl in a 30+ y/olds body aND I LOVE IT.

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