-Frank's POV-

Oh god, where to even begin... 'I know Gerard's my friend, but shouldn't I stick with the same story?' Again, I was stuck between lying and telling the truth. Why should I even have to consider this around him? His eyes screamed his pity for me.


"Jordan, that's what happened," I managed to choke out. The hurt expression on his face melted to a grim one. His eyes clearly read rage.


"I'll kill him, I will, I swear.." he mumbled. "Tell me what happened, Frankie," he coaxed, rubbing my back a little. He truly looked sympathetic, which I didn't understand. Why should he even care about right now? Shouldn't he be pissed?


"Well, I went into the bathroom and Jordan and two of his idiot sidekicks tackled me. Beat me up, threatened me. They just kept punching, kicking, yelling..." the memories were replaying in my head, causing me to tear up as I relived the pain. Gerard made a little "aww" noise, pulled me into a hug and placed my head in the crook of his neck. Just being close to him comforted me. A silent tear slipped from eye and I sniffled before continuing. "H-he basically threatened to kill me next time and then left. Had to clean my blood off his knuckles first." I could feel Gerard wince at that. "Once he left, everything went blurry. I really don't know much after that. The nurse said Mikey saw me and got her. I was apparently spazzing out and they were gonna call the hospital, but couldn't get a hold of my mom. She can't pick me up 'til later, so I'm stuck here. I don't really know how much damage was done," I explained. I sat back up straight and saw Gerard was tearing up as well. Seeing him like that-crying, over me-was too much. I went back to our hugging position. Boy was that better than any pain medicine I could've asked for.


"I'm so sorry Frank," he consoled. Sure it was clichéd, but the way he said it sounded ten times more genuine than the dumbass nurse. He actually meant what he was saying. "I was worried when you didn't show up in Creative Writing, but I didn't want to get worked up over it just in case. I figured you didn't show 'cuz you were upset or embarrassed about earlier..." he trailed off. I was taken aback-he actually noticed I was missing.. and cared?! It came as a shock to me.


"I'm surprised you noticed," I joked lightly. It was true-I was surprised- but the awkwardness of him bringing up earlier was making me uncomfortable and I felt like I needed to say something. Gerard pulled me out of the embrace, still lightly holding on to me and looked me dead in the eyes.


"Of course I noticed. How could I not? You've been on my mind a lot recently... Frank I-" he cut off. He closed his mouth and glanced down. 'No, say it, just say it! GRRRR!' I'd been beaten, threatened, knocked out, and ended up having to go to detention all in one day. He owed me the end of that sentence.


"You... what?" I ventured. He eventually returned his gaze to me, eyes clouded and searched all over my face. Gerard glanced down once more before looking back up at me, biting his lip sexily. Before I knew it, he grabbed my collar and brought his mouth right to mine, kissing me sweetly. That was a good enough answer for me. 'What. The. Actual. FUCK?' I just couldn't process what had happened. Gerard Way was kissing me, a nobody, Frank Iero. I sat there dumbly. My brain was just too confused to react. He only kept on, pressing against me as he went.


In between kisses, he breathily interjected, "You know... you're supposed to-" he pulled off, leaning his forehead against mine looking up into my eyes through his hair. His eyes were drowning with lust. Man, that and his seductive look sent another wrenching feeling to my abdomen, "-kiss back," he smirked up to me. Then he went back to the light kissing. This time I reciprocated. It was slow as I tried to savor every last second. His delicious lips tasted of coffee and cigarettes, turning me on even more. He moved his hands from my collar, down my chest torturously, then rested on my waist. He pressed into me harder, making me let out a sigh as I tilted my head. I finally started moving my hands, entangling him in that luscious hair I've wanted to feel since the moment I saw him. It was incredibly soft to the touch and very thick. From there it only got more intense. Gerard, without breaking contact, rose from his kneeling position and sat on my lap, one knee on either side of my hips. 'Oh my God, is he straddling me? Yes he is! AH shiiit this feels so good...' He kept moving a little, trying to press his mouth to mine more (which is impossible at this point) and ended up grinding down on me. I accidently let out a little groan, earning a smirk from Gerard. He licked my lower lip. 'Oh god... What am I supposed to do? Oh god Oh god, wait-Oh yeah...' I opened my mouth slightly before he pushed right through aggressively, taking total control. My pants only got tighter as he ran his tongue all inside my mouth. He stopped for a second and bit my lip, sucking on the ring. This time there was no holding back- I let out a breathy moan, completely out of pleasure. It was only pleasing Gerard more to know that he was eliciting these noises from me. And damn, I was more than happy to let him. He grinded down on me, my cock begging for release of restraint. His hand squeezed down on my hips as he moved. The sex god on top of me then released my mouth and attached himself to my neck. I was panting heavily, my senses overloading as I gasped for air. It was impossible to feel my throbbing ribs for my throbbing dick at this point- there was nothing other than pure pleasure coursing through my veins and body.


Gerard trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down the side, forcing me to chew my lip to keep from making any other embarrassing noises. It was really starting to hurt when he clamped down where my neck met my shoulder, making me cry out. He proceeded to soothe the tender skin with his moist tongue. My hand was fisted into his velvety locks, pulling slightly. I swear I could have heard him gasp when I pulled at it harder than usual. He continued leaving bites here and there, still grinding down a little, before returning to my mouth. Without hesitation or permission, he entered my mouth again. I could've died on the spot. Every kiss was becoming more needy and desperate than the last. I was loving every single second. Gerard abruptly tilted his head to the left, knocking my aching nose on the way.


"FUCK!" I pulled back. Gerard nearly jumped off of me from my startling cry, which was obviously not out of satisfaction this time. My hand shot up to cradle my nose- I think it was broken. His eyes were still dark and lust-clouded, but shock and fear was filling them as well.


"Oh my God, Frankie are you okay?" he worried. I smiled and nodded, still holding onto my nose. He hadn't hit it too hard, it just scared me. He sighed out of relief. Even now he was still pressing himself into my lap, staring at my lips. I smirked, grabbed his chin, and placed a tender peck on his lips. He twisted a hand into my hair sweetly as I did before pulling away. At first I thought I had done something wrong, but his love/lust expression told me otherwise.


He leaned in, "How does coffee sound?" he whispered against my ear. Another set of chills spiraled down me. I was so dazed from that intense make-out session I almost didn't hear him.


"S-sounds fantastic," my voice cracked, "but how are we going to get passed the main office?"


"It's almost 4 now, everyone should be gone. I'll pull my car around to the back door, that way you won't have to walk too far and no one will see you leave. I'll be around back in about 5 minutes." He stood up, his crotch momentarily inches from my mouth- you don't want to know what image went through my head. The loss of contact made me remember just how hard I was and I crossed my legs. Then again, I'm sure he noticed during all that time rubbing against me, so it's not like it really mattered now. He stepped over me and sauntered out the room, a little extra sway in his hips. I stood from the chair, knees weak from exhaustion-emotional and physical. I hobbled out of the chair and checked down the hall, making sure he was gone. Using the walls as support, I stumbled to the bathroom next door and locked myself in a stall. I immediately undid my jeans and started jerking off. I was still pretty high-strung from the kissing, so it only took a few good thrusts of my hand before I came. I leaned against the door tiredly and fixed myself back into my pants. I hurriedly washed my hands and took a good look in the mirror. Somehow the top three buttons of my shirt had come undone. I had never even realized that. I admired the sweet teeth marks that Gerard had left, treasuring each and every one. There was a slight red mark from his first bite, which looked beautiful. Gerard had left that on me, and I loved it. I didn't even bother to fix the buttons. I patted my hair done a bit before staggering back in to the detention room.

-Gerard's POV-

I quietly padded down the hall, checking corners to make sure no one was there. As I had suspected, almost everyone had gone home, so no one was there to notice me and Frank leaving early.Frankie... 'Few more steps now, Gerard. You can make it.' I hurried outside and speed-walked through the parking lot. Once I was inside the safety of my own car, I started palming myself through these excruciatingly tight trousers. "Damnit Frank, you have, n-no idea, what you do to me, now-do-you?" I gasped between rubs. Little sexy ass fucker gets me so worked up-in class, in the halls, in my thoughts... anywhere and anytime. 'Of course today was the day I decide not to wear boxers... shit.' God, hearing him moan for me was so erotically delicious, I wanted to do anything I could for him to make more. I took mentally notes of what all really seemed to make him loud. Having him under me, under my control was the biggest fucking turn on. If I hadn't hit his damn nose, I'm sure I'd be fucking him right now. God I really wanted to do that. The only upside to not meant that there would have to be a second time. At all costs, there would be a next time.


I pulled the emergency cigarettes and lighter from my glovebox. I really needed to calm down and get off this lust-induced high. Smoking always helped. I'd finally gotten my damn erection under control and eased the tension in my abdomen a little. A very small amount just to let me keep my animalistic fuck-instincts restrained. I really wanted to just stop and full on masturbate to dirty images of Frank in my messed up mind (trust me, I've imagined plenty already), but I didn't have time to clean up the mess. Fuckin' Frankie... 'Is exactly what I want to be doing- oh you know what I mean!' I drove up as close to the back as possible. Frank was walking out the door, and I grinned. 'Someone got busy in that five minutes,' I thought, noticing how his hard-on had magically disappeared from his exceedingly tight jeans. Guess all that grinding down really affected him. It satisfied me to know that I was having as much of an impact on him as he was having on me. 'Too bad I couldn't have helped him out with that... there's always next time.' My thoughts really needed to stop before the tension came back. Damn my perverted mind. Damn Frankie for being so perfect.

-Frank's POV-


Gerard was just pulling up as I turned off the lights and stepped outside. He hopped out, cigarette between his teeth, and supported me to the passenger's side. I don't know what it was about him and smoking, but it really made him look sexy. The smell of the smoke reminded me of the taste of his lips, bring back those wonderful memories. He held the door in for me, gently setting me down and shut it once I was securely inside. 'Such a sweetheart-a devilish, sexual, spontaneous sweetheart,' The Mercedes was as luxurious and expensive as I remembered it. I was still very confused as to why he could afford this thing... Gerard reentered on his side, put the car in drive, and sped off the school grounds. The Starbucks closest to here was a good 15-minute drive, but it wasn't a big deal. Not when it meant I got to spend more time with him. I couldn't believe it- I, Frank Iero, was going on a date with Gerard. To some people, getting coffee with someone wouldn't be a big deal, but to me, it meant the world. It meant that I was more than an infatuation. Gerard wanted to spend time with me. He wouldn't toss me aside like some whore-no, he liked me. I wanted to be his friend, and apparently he wanted to be mine. Despite being almost killed by Jordan, my day was really starting to turn around. Spending this time with Gerard couldn't make me happier. Yes, I was going on this date with Gerard and I was going to enjoy every single moment.

Notes

Ooh FRERARD FRERARD FRERARD. I'm so sorry if I burned your eyes out with my terrible kissing scene (first fanfic, cut me some slack!) I've been gone all day so I'm posting this a few minutes before midnight, sorry for the wait! Thank you for reading. Please comment, rate and subscribe.

-xo OfSaintsandSinners