Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V

It had gone on like this for weeks- in classes Mr. Waywas a consummate professional, save for the minor groping and sly touches during class and heavy make out sessions after everyone had left. Gerard, however, was anything but.

"Fuck, Frankie. Missed you today in class, where were you, huh? Off fucking some random guy like the little slut I know you are?" He growled in my ear, raspy and breathless from attacking me with his lips the second I walked into his house. I let out an embarrassingly loud, needy moan, struggling to get out of the enclosed space between Gerard and his bedroom wall.

"No I wasn't fucking anyone, I swear!" I groaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he attached his lips to my collarbone and bit down lightly on the sensitive spot.

"Don't lie to me, Frankie. You know how I punish dirty little liars," Gerard reminded me, licking at the mark he'd left on me.

"Fuck yeah, I know how you punish people," I let a sly smile play on my lips, before sinking my teeth into my lower lip when Gerard smacked my ass, the remnants of last nights activities bringing back the sting that only a spanking can create.

"Watch that pretty little smart mouth Frankie. You know how I feel about backchat," Gerard let his hand drop from its place, a dark scowl twisting his face, yet his pupils were dialated with pure want.

"Is that why you won't fuck me?" I regretted the words, and the taunting, slightly bitter tone of my voice as soon as they left my mouth. Fuck, I'm gonna get in trouble for that one. To my surprise, Gerard simply smiled at me, seeing my troubled expression, beckoning me forward.

"You're saying you want to fuck?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me in an oddly intimate embrace. I relaxed into it, rolling my eyes at the question.

"Fuck yes I do. You're hot, I'm hot, lets have some scorching hot sex," I whined, rolling my eyes when I heard him snicker at my eloquent choice of words.

"It has been three weeks. And you've been very patient. I need to show you something, before we do anything you might regret..." Gerard trailed off, an uncharacteristic hesitance to his tone.

"Dude, I won't regret anything. Just show me, if its that important to have held off sex, Mr. "Will screw around with a student regardless of laws prohibiting it"." I teased, and his lips upturned into that wicked grin I loved to see.

"Alright, but I gotta warn ya, it's a bit...much. Especially for a kid like yourself," I gaped at his words, holding my head high and meeting his eyes levelly.

"Bring it on, asshole," I glared, and he winked at me, grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs. His basement? Oh fuck, I really hope he doesn't end up being a serial killer who skins his victims after he fucks them. My precious tattoos would be ruined.

"Okay, c'mon in," Gerard finally got the door unlocked and I snapped out of my horrific thoughts of skinned tattoos and what I saw made my jaw drop.

The room was a dark, windowless open space- filled with a variety of, special toys. There was a table, and spread across it were dozens of vibrators, cockrings, buttplugs, massage oils, handcuffs, bondage equipment, and dildos. Right in the middle of the big, queen sized bed was a riding crop, one that I itched to touch just to make sure it wasn't a wet dream I was having. There were assortments of whips, spanking paddles and, wait are those nipple clamps? I don't even wanna know what sort of outfits are in that closet, I might actually pass out from excitement.

"What is this, Fifty Shades OfGrey?" I tried to joke, my head spinning from the excitement of all the new possibilities that this new development brought. Gerard smirked at my reaction.

"Pft, that old bat had no idea what she was talking about in that piece of garbage book. This is the real deal, Frankie. And if you allow me, I can take you to a place that you can only imagine in your darkest, wildest dreams. Your desires will be met, and you'll be stretched beyond your limits, pleasure will be almost overwhelming for you. Are you up for that baby?" Gerard spoke lowly in my ear, and I could actually hear the smirk in his voice.

"Fuck yes, what should we use first?" I breathed eagerly, my eyes scanning across the room. I hadn't gotten laid in for-fucking-ever.

"Not today," Gerard said, amusement and regret lacing the words. A pout came onto my face, and I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

"W-why not?" I stuttered, frustration taking over me.

"Mikey will be home in approximately two minutes, probably bringing Pete along who will no doubt be flirting incessantly with him, since his plan of 'seducing' someone is dropping lame lines onto them, which will lure Mikey into sex but not dating. Oh, they're early." Gerard spoke, straightening his tie and walking up the stairs to open the door. I hurried behind him, a little pissed that he knew we had limited time yet taunted me with the idea of unbelievably amazing sex anyways.

"Hey Mikes. Pete." I heard Gerard greet them and dropped my bag to the floor, pretending to be glaring at my sketchbook hard, which I envision was Gerard. I pretended to have listened to Mikeys advice to get Gerard to tutor me, as to avoid raising suspicion and give us time together after school without him finding out. Pete usually took him out every afternoon anyways, for their own 'activity time". Gross.

"Hey Frank!" Mikey bounced in, grinning wildly. Pete trailed after him, looking like a lovesick puppy. Romantic Pete is a such a sap, aw.

"Sup guys, thought you were out getting icecream," I spoke the last words to Pete, narrowing my eyes slightly. He smirked at me, mouthing a little 'whatever' at my questioning stare.

"We ran into that Mike Fuentes kid in our grade, and fuck, they're having a wild party tonight. Said we all have to go, and that means you Frankie!" Mikey demanded, still grinning like a madman, oblivious to the giant secret in the room.

"Actually we have a lot of tutoring to do so-" "That sounds awesome Mikey, ill definitely be there," I cut Gerard off, smiling smugly at the slightly annoyed expression, which morphed into an apathetic mask.

"Whatever. Have fun guys," he smiled, but I saw the rage in his eyes and knew I'd definitely be punished for it later. Oh well, ain't no ring on this finger. Pete gave me a perplexed look, but smiled regardless. I felt a pang of guilt for not hanging with Pete as much as usual and vowed to make up for it tonight.

"I have to go home and get some clothes," I got up, trying to find my keys before Pete tossed me a bag.

"Already got your outfit ready, just in case you tried to make excuses. And your eyeliner and hair straightener is in there," he winked at me, and I blushed, turning to the Way brothers.

"I..I don't straighten my hair.." I tried lamely, only to have Pete snort at me.

"Yes you do." Thanks Gerard.

"There's no shame in admitting it Frankie," aaaand thank you Mikey. I huffed, taking the clothes out of the bag and heading into the bathroom. Since my hair was already styled messily, there was no point in messing with it. I danced into my skinny jeans with rips on the knees and threw on my Misfits shirt, good choice Pete. I scuffed my shoes against the floor impatiently, smearing my eyeliner across my eyes. Perfect.

"Looking good," I heard Gerard from behind me, and smirked at my reflection in the mirror.

"I know," I said smugly, relishing the praise that the most attractive person in the Jersey area was giving me.

"You know what would look better?" He asked slyly, and I rolled my eyes, about to retort with a sassy 'absolutely nothing because you don't mess with perfection', when he walked forwards, grabbing my chin and pressing a forceful, bruising kiss to my lips. By the time it had finished, we were both panting, Gerard a little more composed than I.

"Have fun tonight, don't forget who you come back to," Gerard smirked proudly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't get too jealous there, Mr. Way," I smirked, and he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and jingling his car keys in the air.

"Won't need to babe, going out with a few friends to a bar. Might find a pretty little guy to take home," an unwanted stab of jealously hit me and I swallowed it down, reprimanding myself.

"Enjoy the less attractive, old guys. Ill be getting the hot young ones, of both genders," I stuck my tongue out and a flicker of anger crossed his expression before it became apathetic once again.

"C'mon Iero, lets go get fucked up!" Pete called, and I winked at Gerard before flouncing out to meet my best friends, who looked really fucking hot, all eyeliner and tight jeans. Mikey was even wearing a sleeveless shirt for once. If all else fails, I can just make out with them. A smirk crossed Petes face and he shook his head, guessing my particular thoughts. Whatever.

About an hour later, we found Mike Fuentes' house, thanks to Gerard's shitty directional skills, and insistence to drop us off. With one last smirk, he drove off in the direction of the local bar and I felt a flood of anger and bitterness. Jerk.

"Are you guys ready to get fucked up?! Iero, good to see you made it man," a tall, tattooed guy slapped my hand in a greeting and I grinned.

"Nice to see you, Fuentes Junior. Vic buy the booze again this time?" I asked Mike, and he nodded fondly.

"Big bro can't resist little bro charms, isn't that right Mikeyway?" He nudged Mikey who gave him a wink in return, much to Petes chargin.

"Let's do some shots!" I said hurriedly, before Pete could wring his hands around Mikes throat and throttle him.

"I like the way you think!" Mike put an arm around my shoulder casually, leading us inside. Music was blaring, sweaty bodies were grinding, half drunken people greeting us excitedly. I inwardly winced at the sloppiness, I needed to be drunk in order to be able to deal with drunk people. Pete knew this, and shot me a concerned look.

"Shots motherfuckers!" A familiar voice reached my ears. Jaime Preciado came into my view, hair wild and eyes sparkling with excitement, and handed us all two shots each, one for both hands. I knocked mine back with a slight cough, while Mikey did his like a champ, moaning at the back of his throat and almost making my dick stir at the noise. Pete hissed at the burn and turned a charming smile on Mikey.

"Wanna dance, babe?" He asked confidently, like the smooth fucker he was. Mikey licked his lips cheekily, grabbing Petes hand and leading the way amongst the sweaty crowd. I sat down, surveying the room for potential hook ups, trying to ignore the thoughts of the person I desired most pinning me down and fucking me into oblivion, when a tattooed arm slid around my shoulders.

"Gabe Saportas been looking for you. And Matt Cortez. And Billie. Man, you sure are popular with the guys," Jaime slurred into my ear, turning a cute dazed smile into me. I blinked, feeling the shots beginning to kick in.

"I don't care. I want someone new, someone adorable to corrupt," I smirked, knocking back a few more shots and taking a beer from the cooler. Jaime batted his eyelashes, nodding to a short, tatted up dude in the corner.

"That's Zacky Vengence. Moved down here from Brooklyn. He's cute, go try him. And if you strike out, you always have me," Jaime kissed me on the cheek sloppily, before a completely new person wrapped his arms around the boys waist. Older Fuentes, huh.

"No he doesn't, I don't like sharing," Vic joked, kissing Jaime on the head who smirked in contentment. I giggled at them, feeling drunker and drunker as the drink I was chugging kicked in, and I got up and staggered over to Zacky.

"Is this heaven? Are you an angel?" I slurred in a lame attempt of a pickup. Zacky laughed softly, looking sober amongst all the drunk people.

"That was fucking cheesy, try again," he nodded at me, crossing his arms expectantly. Whoa, hazel eyes, reminds me of someone.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. You blow me, ill blow you?" I grinned, and he laughed loudly, hooking his arm with mine and leading me into a secluded corner.

Five minutes later, and the deed was done. By the time I'd swallowed Zackys load, I was too drunk to even be turned on, so he couldn't return the favor. With a promise to call him and a phone number, Zacky swaggered off, looking dazed and happy. I grabbed the nearest person I could find, a nameless brunette with big tits, and smashed my lips against hers, transferring Zackys come into her mouth. Easy.

Fifteen people's tongues down my throat (including both Vic and Jaime) and two hours later, I was ready to go home. I drunkenly expressed this with Pete and Mikey, who were looking suspiciously ruffled and happy.

"We can go home. Let me call our ride, hold on," Mikey got up, and stumbled outside, Pete watching with a smile so wide it could have split his face in half.

"Dude. We made it official, I'm his boyfriend. Mikeyway is my boyfriend!" I squealed and grabbed Pete, obviously a lot drunker than I felt.

"Im so happy for you, really Petey. That's awesome," I slurred sincerely, patting my best friends head. He laughed and punched me in the shoulder. Mikey came back with a confused look on his face.

"Gee's here early. I didn't even have to call him. Weirdo," he shook his head fondly and held his hand out to me. I gratefully accepted and he pulled me to my feet, him and Pete supporting my weight all the way outside. I giggled drunkenly, spotting the sleek, black Gerard Way car. And the beautiful man inside, who was looking at me with a slightly pissed off/slightly worried expression.

"Hey, Frankie you forgot your jacket. Hey Mr. Way," Mike Fuentes, jogged over to me, handing me my jacket and giving me an unexpected, messy kiss right in front of Gerard, before winking at me.

"Vic and Jaime said you're a good kisser, had to find out for myself. Adios!" He walked back inside, leaving me with a bewildered, tipsy new couple, and a lover/teacher that looked like he wanted to fuck and strangle me at the same time.

Thanks, Fuentes brothers..

Notes

AHHHH new update! Tell me what you think :) constructive criticism is necessary, and honestly I love being able to please my readers so if Im doing anything wrong pls let me know okay, you beautiful humans?

Some girl called me trashy today, because apparently wearing hair extensions means you're trashy. Welp, okay then.

THIS IS MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL GUYS IT STARTED YESTERDAY IM SO NOSTALGIC AND HAPPY YET SAD EMOTIONS UGH.

Until next update, thank you all for putting up with my sketchy schedule, you rock c: xx