Some Frerard Oneshots for y'all.

Stupid jocks. Stupid fucking jocks. Stupid school. Stupid life. Stupid me. I'm sweating heavily, a steamy sweat, as I run like an idiot around the block of English classrooms, glancing over my shoulder every now and then to see where they're at. I'm faster than them, much faster due to my size and agility I guess, but they're stronger and if I fall then... SMACK. You're kidding me, you're actually kidding me. The ground is cold under my uniform, seeping through the thin fabric like night wind in a graveyard, and my face makes a burning contrast in heat.
"Oi, faggot" Charlie. The worst of them all, the most brutal little thing on earth. I say little, but he's at least 6 foot, broad and currently towering over me, smirking a dirty smirk.
"Oi, Charlie" I'm throwing my words around now, unable to speak sensibly through my heavy breaths. My come back fails, earning me a hearty kick in the stomach, a globule of spit to the hair. For fucks sake, not again. My instincts take over like a charging bull, and I'm hurtling down the corridor towards the jocks who purposefully turned around, to get my attention and supposedly start a fight. Well, they did their job. A quick head butt, a nose bleed, and a brawl of voices, arms flying around in a violent scandal, was enough to get me excluded.

"Frank Anthony Iero, for the love of god, why did you do it again?" My mother was livid, the kind of livid when you have an ugly vein pulsing in your forehead and your whole face is red and pouted. Even her ears were crimson.
"I'm sorry" I mutter, not sure on what to say, so what was the harm of a nice, simple apology?
My mother obviously didn't appreciate it.
"That's not enough this time. It's your third school, Frank. And you've been excluded again! That's it. I'm hiring you a private tutor" She held up a sheet of crumbled paper in her hand, glaring at me like there was no tomorrow. Gerard. A. Way, the paper read, Private tutor for all occasions.

Stupid tutor. Stupid fucking tutor. I perch on the edge of my unmade bed, amongst the scattered CD's and my abandoned guitar, which makes a quiet sound every time I shift in my seat. Waiting. Still waiting.
"Frank! The tutor is here. I'll send him up. Make sure you're ready" My mother's shrill cry resonating up the stairs, and hitting me hard in the ears is enough to alert anyone, so I shuffle uncomfortably, run a hand through my hair and await this 'Gerard' guy. Probably short, fat and old, with thinning hair and musty breath. Maybe a Christmas jumper from last year and a messy moustache. Patronising and dull, with-
"Hey" The tutor breathes, suddenly inside my room, standing only a bit more than a foot away from me, smirking like he's amused at something. And oh my fucking god, he is hot. Hot. More than hot. Perfect. His hair is a tangle of oily black, yet it looks soft to the touch, and hangs partly over a pair of intent hazel eyes, which remind me of dry autumn leaves and burnt down embers. He's fairly tall, probably a head taller than me, so to speak, dressed in a rather informal manner, black skinny jeans, a baggy Iron Maiden t shirt , paired with an inky black and blue scarf, draped lazily over his shoulders.

"Hey, Frank, is it?" His voice only just reaches my brain, which is deeply submerged in fantasies of his body, his face, his fantastic eyes...Snap out of it! What the fuck.
"H-hey. Yeah..." I gulp, feeling the most obvious flush possible creep right from the nape of my neck to my cheeks. Oh shit.
"Is that flush travelling someone else right now, Frank?" The fucking tutor almost fucking growls, no shit, gesturing vaguely to my crotch, the most satisfying smirk growing ever wider across his pale. pastel clear skin. This guy... You're telling me this beautiful guy, is my tutor? He's my tutor and he's already joking about...boners?
"N-no...I-I..." I'm so shocked I can only manage an embarrassed groan, stumbling over my words like a flight of stairs, gripping the side of the bed with my hands to fight anxiety.
"You're gay, aren't you Frank?" Another smirk, and he's next to me, gazing at me from the side, with those burning crystal eyes, licking those kissable, slightly cracked lips...
"W-what? How did you know?" Yes, how did he know? I'm speaking through a blush again, practically feeling flustered steam rise from my reddening face.
"Because you're fucking crazy about me" The tutor breathes huskily through his mouth, cracking another smirk, which seemed to be a mixture of amusement and... lust? Wishful thinking. Wait, no! He's probably in his early 20's! So sick...Oh god...
"N-no...I-I...Oh my fucking god...Shouldn't we do some work?" For the first time in my life, I'm actually prompting someone to teach me, and right now, I would love a text book in my hands and a stack of homework, the tutor drawling on about algebra.
"Oh, don't you worry. Frank. I'm a little crazy about you too" He was definitely growling now, leaning even closer towards me, a smile tugging at the corners of his devious lips, as he sent my heart reeling like a spinning top, startled and desperate all at the same time. "And I've got a lesson planned already" He continues, and this time he is fucking leaning into me. My tutor.
"But sir...I..." I gasp, feeling his lips only graze mine so gently it was like a ghost skimmed my face as I spoke.
"Call me...Gerard" And with that, I too was breathing heavily, pressing myself up against him, my jeans growing tight.
Gerard took my shoulders firmly in his hands, and lay me down on my own bed, pushing aside the CD's that lay there. He brought his head up and down again, grazing over my collar bones, like he did to my lips, but this time he proceeded to tug at the skin with his teeth, sucking hungrily, planting sloppy kisses up my neck. A groan is caught in my throat, struggling to retain itself, but I swallow it back down, leaning my head back as Gerard finds my lips, pulling at them with his teeth.
"Don't be afraid to speak" He purrs, and by this I knew he meant those noises I'd desperately tried to hold back. Our lips connect once again, and my hands find a tangle of Gerard's hair, pulling him closer to me. I felt his tongue urge its self forward, gladly proceeding into my mouth, followed by mine into Gerard's. I don't battle for dominance, I simply let his tongue move around mine, felt his cold hands travel up my shirt... I groan, a deep throaty groan, partly from the feeling of fingers on my nipple, but also because I find Gerard's hand brushing my crotch, making me yearn for him to end my tightness. Before long, my shirt is strewn across the floor, covered by Gerard's a few moments later. A mound of clothes built up, as I pulled Gerard's trousers down with my scrambling hands, urging his boxers down with my teeth, feeling his own hands down by my waist, stripping me of all fabric. Now nothing separated us, as we slid against each other, emitting loud moans each time our crotches brush, or when Gerard's own hands travel to places I never even thought would make me feel so...good.

My hands are hot, as I reach down to feel Gerard, gently squeezing his length, gradually palming him, his lips still locked to mine. I gasp, as I felt another pair of hands tease me, rubbing and holding and fingering, but all so gently, which made it even worse when I was literally bursting.
"Gerard. Please. I need it." I moan, between pants, feeling my whole body buzz, moving upon Gerard. as he grinds back down at me.
"Your wish...is my...Oh god...Command" Gerard shudders, as I continue to rub at him, my finger skimming his slit, which now I know, is his weak point. Moving from underneath me, Gerard kneels, bending his head low. Then, very slowly, his lips come into contact with me, urging further up my shaft, until I can feel myself hit the back of his throat. "G-gerard. Oh Gerard" I claw at his hair, biting my lip as I feel myself coming closer to edge, looking down at Gerard's bobbing head. "Gonna..." I watch Gerard's fingers pump himself heavily, not stopping for a split second, as he worked on me, knowing I was so close... Gone.
"Oh my fucking god... What just happened?" I gasp for air, my face a living sauna, my legs still splayed apart in front of me.
"We happened" Gerard grins, laying back on my bed, swallowing my load down hard again. I laid back next to him, chuckling as his hair tickled my nose, holding his hand close to my burning chest.
"Gerard, you're my tutor...I-" He interrupts me, patting me reassuringly on the head, that famous smirk creeping back onto his flushed face.
"Sex Education Frankie, Sex Education"
"Next time, will you teach me anal?"

Notes

A/N I know this is awful, but I'll try and get at least one more out this week. Hopefully they'll get better, as I did this with my family coming into the room, so I couldn't really write as freely, in case they walked in again. I just wanted to update, because I said I'd do this to some people. More soon! Hope you enjoyed it, anyway.