A whimper escaped my lips as I climbed to my feet, my hand over my side. "Fuck." I whispered as I pulled away my fingers, blood coating the skin. "Gee, help me." I muttered, poking him with my free hand.
"What's up?" Gerard yawned, his eyes still closed.
"I'm bleeding." I whispered as I leant against the desk, gritting my teeth against the pain.
"Give me a second." He groaned as he climbed from my bed and flicked on the light, squinting as he reached for the first aid kid. "Baby, what did you do?" Gerard asked as he lifted my shirt over my head.
"I have no idea. I just needed to pee." I muttered, gritting my teeth.
"It's fine baby, I'll clean it up." Gerard whispered as he cleaned the blood staining my skin. He gingerly ran his fingers over the stitches, hesitating before pressing his lips to them. "There, now they have to get better." He muttered as he reached for the gauze and tape.

He looked up at me with wide eyes, his hand hovering above my crotch. "That turned you on?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Kinda." I smiled sheepishly. Gerard carefully lowered my pajama pants, palming me through my boxers as he placed his lips on mine. "Please." I whimpered, straining against Gerard's touch. He smirked as he ran his lips over my neck, kissing and sucking his way to my collarbones, his hand sliding inside my boxers. I groaned quietly as Gerard nipped my hip, sucking on the skin. "Please Gee." I begged.
"Patience." He whispered as he moved to the other hip, giving me matching hickies. Gerard grabbed the top of my boxers with his teeth, pulling them down my thighs before taking me in his mouth, sucking gently as he cupped my balls. He picked up pace, taking more and more of me into his mouth each time. I threw my head back, my hands on the edge of the desk for support. Gerard swirled his tongue round the tip, gazing up at me through his fringe. I felt my stomach knot as he took my whole length into his mouth, accepting and swallowing my load. My legs got weak, my knees buckling underneath me. Gerard caught me and sat me in his lap, his fingers running through my hair as he held me close to his chest. "I love you." He whispered before pressing his lips to mine, the taste of me still on his tongue.
"I love you too." I muttered, tangling my fingers in his hair as he picked me up and carried me back to bed.

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Gerard held my hand as we walked into school, Mikey and Ben flanking us as we walked down the corridors. The news of what had happened to me spread quickly. That, coupled with what happened to Gerard, led to sympathetic looks from everyone, the occasional muttered apology leaving peoples lips. I tried to fight back the tears, failing as Gerard dragged me into the bathroom. "Shhhh Frankie. I've got you." He whispered, his arms wrapped tight around my shoulders.
"Why do people only care when something bad happens?" I sobbed.
"Because it's the only time they can show they care without being called names. I always care Frankie and when I get hold of Tom I swear he will pay for this."
"Don't make him pay Gee. Let him stew in the guilt." I whispered as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.
"Ready to go to class?" Gerard asked. I nodded and pressed a kiss to the inside of his neck, smiling as he grabbed my hand and dragged me from the room.

Mr Belzicky coughed when we walked into the room, hand in hand. "Boys. I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday, it wasn't acceptable and I hope you can forgive me."
"Maybe, but not now." I replied as Gerard helped me to my desk, standing on the side with the stitches. He lowered me into my seat and dragged his desk closer, his lips pressing against my neck the minute he was sat down. He kissed me gently, his hand resting on my hip, my fingers reaching out to tangle with his.
"Love you." He breathed against my skin.
"Love you too baby." I whispered as I lowered his hand so he could see what he was doing to me.

The bell went and I climbed to my feet, wincing as I hit the edge of the desk. "Goddamnit." I yelled.
"Frankie?" Gerard asked, worry on his face.
"It's pissing me off now. I just want it to go away." I snapped, my face paling at the hurt look on his face. "No baby, not you. I don't want you to go away."
"I'm the one that got you hurt. I know what you meant." He whispered as he backed away and picked up his backpack. "I'll leave you alone." Gerard muttered as he left the room.
"Gee, don't go." I pleaded as the door swung shut behind him. A tear leaked from my eyes as I picked up my bag and walked from the room, my hand protectively over my already aching side. I saw Gerard on the other side of the hallway and tried to meet his eyes, my heart breaking when he looked away.

Mikey dragged me to the side when I entered the music classroom, looking pissed off as he tried to get me to meet his eyes. "What the fuck happened?" He muttered.
"I don't know." I replied.
"Why the hell did Gerard flip when I asked why he wasn't sat with you? What happened Frank?" Mikey pushed.
"I said I was pissed off and wanted it all to go away and he thought I meant him and now he won't look at me or talk to me and he's avoiding me and it hurts." I ranted.
"It's not just you that's hurting. He told me it was all over. He thought you broke up with him Frank." Mikey explained. "Gerard thinks it's over between you two and he is fucking broken Frank."
"What can I do?" I whispered.
"Tell him what you meant. He's locked himself in the bathroom when he went last time." Mikey said, referring to the time he ran out on me in homeroom. I nodded and left the classroom, ignoring the glares from the teacher. Mikey would cover for me.

"Gerard?" I called from the other side of the cubicle door.
"Fuck off." He snapped, his voice hoarse from crying.
"No Gerard. I am not going through this again. I'm never going to leave you, no matter what we go through because I love you and you don't leave someone you love so get your fucking ass out here and kiss me." I ordered, standing back while I waited for him to make a choice. Within seconds the door was unlocked. Gerard slid one hand behind my neck, his lips meeting mine, his other hand slipping down to squeeze my ass. I kissed back, dropping my bag onto the floor so I could tangle my hands in his hair, swiping my tongue across his bottom lip. "I will never leave you Gee. Never, ever." I whispered as I rested my forehead against his, my breathing heavy as he ran his hands over my skin. He kissed me again, his tears hitting my cheeks. I wiped one away with my thumb, holding the kiss for a second longer before pulling away and wrapping my arms around his waist, my head on his chest. "I promise Gerard." I whispered.
"Good." He replied, his hands in the back pockets of my pants, his thumbs drawing small circles on the bare skin of my back. "Because I would die if you do."

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I watched as Gerard climbed onto the stage, his hands shaking as he stepped up to the microphone. Mikey stood to one side of him, me sat on the other, my guitar clutched in my fingers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, lyrics flowing from his lips when he opened them again. Me and Mikey played our respective pieces, smiling at each other when Gerard's voice gained strength and confidence. The class was silent, their jaws open as we played, unsure if it was really Gerard, the quite introvert on the stage.

A round of applause echoed around the room when we finished, Gerard reaching for my hand and pulling me in for a kiss. The clapping got louder when his lips met mine, a few catcalls mixing in with the wolfwhistles from the crowd. "Thank you." He whispered as we climbed down from the stage. "Thank you so goddamn much."
"Your welcome." I grinned as we took our seats, my head on Gerard's shoulder, as the rest of the class took their turns at performing.

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