Linguam Daemonis

“Mr. Way…”

Gerard smiled as he listened to the quiet grunts and moans Frank made as he stroked himself to his orgasm in the dead of the night. He listened to Franks quickening heartbeat as he smoked a cigarette in his parked car. He smiles when he fears Frank moaning out his name as he comes spilling his come all over himself, the smell of his arousal wafting through the cracked window and into the cool night air. When it reaches Gerards senses he has to grip on to the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and drive home. The urge to break into the teens home and ravish him almost overtaking him.

Franks hips finally still as he catches his breath, “Fuck.” He whispers into the quiet bedroom. He runs his hand thats not covered in his come through his hair as he looks up at the dark ceiling. His body lax and loose after his release but he tenses just as the realization of the image of who he came to was pushed to the front of his mind. Getting up from his bed he rips his sheets off his bed and takes them to the laundry room throwing them into the wash and starting it before making his way to the bathroom. Washing his hands he looks into the mirror and splashes his face with water trying to erase the erotic images of Mr. Way fucking him senseless. Aside from the fact that it was so wrong because it was his teacher that he hated. There was also the fact that he didn’t know he was apparently gay or I guess you could say gay for Mr. Way. Regardless as he lay down to sleep again he knew he was fucked tomorrow.

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The next morning instead of waking up to his alarm he awakes to the sensation of his dog licking his toes. Looking towards the clock he sees he’s already late to his detention and jumps out of bed throwing on some shoes and a t shirt and jeans. He runs the whole way to the school which is about ten blocks away and is sweating bullets by the time he makes it to the Chemistry room on the second floor of the building. Pausing outside the door trying to catch his breath he just as soon loses it when the door swings open to show a grinning Gerard. Walking past him and into the classroom he hears Gerard inhale deeply through his nose and something short of a growl come from his throat. Glancing back around at his teacher he can swear he sees the older mans eyes flash to a golden color before reverting back to their usual green-hazel, shaking his head at the insanity of it he faces back around and walks the rest of the way to his seat at the back of the classroom. Sitting down and pulling out a notebook he begins to work on some homework trying to avoid eye contact with his teacher for the next three hours.

Thirty minutes in he looks up to find Mr. Way leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk and his head tilted back as he slept. As much as he would like to look away he can’t help but to let his gaze explore the mans sleeping form. He looks over the spiky black hair that had always seemed messy but now that he was looking closely you could see it had that “just fucked” look. Moving his eyes down he takes in the creamy eyelids with long black eyelashes that cast shadows over his pale cheeks that have a rosy glow to them. Matching the pink plump pout of his lips. Lips that are slightly parted to show his tiny front teeth a bit yellow from so much coffee. His neck long and unblemished ready to be marked but Frank got the feeling that somehow Mr. Way was not one to be marked but instead the one who does the marking. Moving his eyes lower he sees the first few buttons to the black button up are undone, showing off a chest just as pale as the rest of him but toned. At last his eyes reach the dark denim that confines the part of Mr. Way that Frank really wants to see. Forgetting all, he looks at the large bulge, longingly with a licking of his lips and a slight whimper of want escaping his mouth. Closing his eyes to stop the thoughts that are making his pants grow a little tighter he hears a quiet chuckle. Opening them he looks up to find Mr. Way standing in front of desk with a shit eating grin on his lips.

“Dozing off are we?”

Startled he stays quiet, looking into the jade fire that seems to have been ignited in the eyes of Mr.Way. Swallowing he can’t seem to find one of his snarky remarks that he usually has prepared for moments like these. Raising his voice a little Mr. Way repeats the question, he does so five more times raising his tone each time. Finally snapping out of the paralysis he seemed to be in he answers Mr. Way with a question. He can tell he threw the older man off by changing the subject, smirking he stands from his seat and looks up at the older man towering above him asking him his own question again.

“I said, did you lick my ear yesterday?”

“”Iero I am losing my patience with you. Now answer my question.”

“First you answer mine.”

“IERO!”

“Gerard.” Frank breathes out as there faces come within an inch of each other. Gazing into his teachers eyes that are burning with an enraged fire he smiles as the man’s silence speaks for itself. Breathing in some air he steps out on a limb and ask an even more daring question.

“Where else do you wanna lick me?”

Notes

I lied three parts! Sorry I forgot to post I decided to do the unspeakable and go to a rave before school started again. This resulted in bruises from peoples elbows in my side, paint all over my body, and one of the worst hangovers of my entire life that left me unable to function in society.
Third part shall be up soon. Sorry again!

- Venomous Kiss