-Frank's POV-

Gerard reentered the kitchen, eyes glued to his phone. I was swinging my legs back and forth on the counter carelessly, daydreaming, when he looked back up. He smiled at my childish behavior. "I'm going to go put on something more comfortable. You can too, if ya want. I guess you could just use the room you were in earlier," he suggested.


"Yeah, I'll just uh, go do that," I stuttered, hopping off the counter. I had almost missed the last part of that for thinking about Gerard "getting comfortable." 'I could help him with that. Slowly unbutton his shirt, slide it down his pale skin to reveal a perfectly toned chest and-stop it!' I picked up my bags and headed up the stairs, Gerard in tow. At first we walked side by side, but then Gerard started falling back a few steps as we reached the second floor. At first I thought I'd imagined it, but I'm almost positive that I'd heard a muffled 'damn' coming from behind me. I smirked, knowing exactly what he was looking at. 'Might as well give him a show!' I thought, adding more and more sway in my hips with each step. At least now there was an upside to having so many stairs to climb. We reached the third floor, parting ways. I turned to the left, he to the right. As I reached the door handle, I turned to catch one last glimpse of Gerard, who apparently had the same idea. Our eyes met for half a second before looking away, entering the separate rooms clumsily. I shut my door and pressed my back against it, taking a deep breath. I just can't seem to decipher Gerard. He's a devious predator one minute, mysterious, quiet, and then shy and nervous yet sweet the next. He's everything you could possible want in one life form.


I unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out the grey sweatpants, plain black undershirt and Batman boxers. Yes Batman, he's the coolest superhero ever and I just couldn't resist buying them! Grrr... Being in Gerard's house made me nervous, and now I had to take off my clothes? Me, the most self conscious person on the planet, getting naked, in his house. Damn. I awkwardly started removing articles of clothing from my body, replacing them with clean ones. I felt kind of chilly, so I put on my black and white striped hoodie. Deodorant was applied, eyeliner was retouched, and a few squirts of cologne went on my pulse points. I still wanted to be presentable, seeing as how we still needed to eat and god knows what will happen afterwards. I looked in the mirror on one of the walls and tried to style my hair a bit. Nothing special, just brushed over to where it was barely brushing against the tip of my eyelashes. For once, I didn't look all that bad. Before stepping out I checked my phone. 3 missed texts, one from Terra and the other two from Mikey.


'Frank, are you okay? Mikey told me what happened after lunch. I'll kill Jordan if you want me to.' -Terra. However tempting killing him sounded, it wouldn't solve much. And if it did resort to that, I'd have the satisfaction in doing it. But how the hell did she get my phone number?


'Hey man, remember to text when you can. Hope you made it home okay.' -Mikey.


'Oh yeah, and I gave Terra your phone number. She was really worried about you when I told her what happened. And yes, I did talk to her, like you said. Be proud ya jackass. Feel better.' Well that explains that. I replied with very vague texts, simply "I'm fine, just a little sore" and "Don't worry about me." I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone except Gerard. I emerged from my room and peeked down to Gerard's room, his door was still shut. I considered just traipsing on in there, throwing him down onto the bed and having some fun. No, I knew I couldn't do that. Sure I wanted to, but it could ruin our relationship. The visions from him grinding on top of me from earlier reappeared in my memory, reminding me that he apparently wanted what I wanted. But I just wasn't sure and wasn't going to take this risk. Not yet.


Silent footfalls echoed through the noiseless house as I padded down the wooden steps. Artwork was splattered all over the multicoloured walls, a chandelier hung from the ceiling between the split of the staircases. There were so many ideas complied into one structure, elements of modern styles to vintage and classical period pieces were sprinkled here and there. So much was going on, yet it all seemed to work perfectly. If one thing was missing or in a different place, it'd look godawful, but this was purely magnificent. For the first time I stopped to admire the second floor. The main corridor off to the left was painted a rich burgundy, warm and inviting. Vinyls and album covers decorated the walls in a checkered pattern. At the end of the hall was a small door, slightly cracked. Curious about its content, I sauntered to the end and lightly pushed the door open, making it elicit an awful screeching noise. What I saw made my jaw drop.


The rectangular room opened up into a large art studio with a vaulted ceiling and dim lighting. Sketchbooks upon sketchbooks were stacked in neat piles near the corner. I walked over and picked one up, thumbing through the pages. There were some comic strips depicting epic fight scenes and gore-y war. The detail in each square was amazing. A few papers were purely doodles of patterns and symbols. The majority, however, were art gallery worthy. He used all sorts of mediums and techniques. There were no limits. I really couldn't tell which was his best they all looked so fantastic. I picked up another as I looked around the room more. A mahogany desk backed up to the far wall on the left. It had papers skewed across the top, pencils and pens littered the floor around it. The side I faced was one enormous window with a view of the backyard's leafy, floral trees. It was hard to see in the dark, but in the daylight I'm sure it would be breathtaking. The wall closest to me had another table covered with paints, oils, various sized brushes and blank canvases. Propped on a easel was a work in progress. Piercing dark brown eyes stared at me, dark hair was covering them a little. It seemed familiar. Kind of like-


"What are you doing?" A voice squeaked, startling me. I visibly jumped a little. When I turned around, I saw that it of course was Gerard. He now donned black, grey, and red-checkered pajama pants and a fading Jack Daniels Distillery tee. He couldn't have looked any more precious. If he had, I would faint from cuteness overload, especially with his hair all fluffy and ruffled. You could see the toned muscle of his upper arms. He managed to look sexy as fuck in pajamas.


"I decided to take a little tour of the house. Gerard these are amazing! I know you're an art teacher and all but shit-" I opened to a random page. It was another comic strip, "-I don't know anyone who's this good. You are incredibly talented, ya know,"


His eyes were trained on the sketchbook. "Yeah yeah, now, gimme the book," he placed his open palm in front of me, the other on a jutted out hip. He's such a diva.


"No no no, I want to see all of these!" I started flipping towards the back. There were portraits of people there. One was a dark headed boy with eyes like the one in the painting and a band tee shirt. Misfits...? Gerard's eyes widened and he lunged for the book, but I dodged him.


"Don't look at those!" he warned. Yes, it was clearly a Misfits tee with black wash skinny jeans. The teenager had worn out, navy blue converse on as well. Kind of like the ones I had worn yesterday.

"Frankie," he hissed out. His lips were pouty and eyes like daggers. Thank god I'm not afraid of pointy objects. I simply laughed it off.


"Gee," I mocked, "I love all of them. Just let me look a little bit more," I turned the page. It was the same teenage boy with the same clothes just in a different position. Gerard was coming at me faster now, trying to corner me. I side-stepped him and ran to the other side of the room. I stopped for a second to admire the sketch, but he was after me again. It basically ended in us chasing one another across the room. I was enjoying our game of cat and mouse. I was smaller so I could duck under him and move stealthily. I was obviously winning until he caught up with me and grabbed my hoodie. My balance was knocked off, so he took advantage of that and pushed me flat onto the desk. He climbed on top of me to keep me from running away. I tried squirming against him, but he wouldn't budge. He took my wrists and pinned them on either side of my head, his thighs were clutching my hips. Damn my small build. I had just taken notice of his close proximity. Nothing was on my mind except him and I completely forgot about the notebook I'd fought so hard to keep it. It fell from my hand onto the floor with a plop.


"Aww, you caught me. What are you gonna do now?" I questioned, feeling frisky from our little chase. He smirked down at me and cocked his head to the side.


"Not sure just yet. There are a lot of options to choose from to punish naughty boys like you. That's what you are, aren't you? Naughty?" he stressed the word, making it sound so sensual. This was playing out like one of those dirty teacher/student pornos. 'Oh wait...' Gerard smiled innocently as he rubbed down on me. It wasn't too hard, but definitely caused a bit friction between us. The fact that we were both in very loose and thin clothing made it that much hotter.


"Mmh, very," I chuckled, challenging him to carry it further. I'm not a fan of letting work go unfinished and I was itching to finish up from earlier.


He lowered his mouth down to the right side of my cheek. "Well, Frankie," his hot breath hit my ear and made my eyes fluttered. "You know what they do to bad boys like you? Wouldn't you like to know? You wanna know what I'm gonna do to you?" Oh my fucking god. I could've orgasmed on spot, but kept a straight face.


"Oh I think I really want to know now," I retorted. He raised his head back up and smirked, looking into the depths of my eyes. He leaned forward, centimeters from my lips when the doorbell rang. He stilled, waiting to see if it was really the doorbell or if he'd imagined it. Then came three sharp knocks. Gerard reopened his eyes, visibly clenching his teeth, and slowly rose off of me, avoiding my gaze. God. Fucking. Damnit.


"Food's here," he muttered. I'm glad I wasn't the only disappointed one. That's the third time today, two of which were interrupted. If this kept happening, I was gonna get blue balls or pass out.


He held a hand out and helped me off the table. We straightened our clothing and headed out of the room, down the hall to the stairs. Gerard dashed down and answered the door. It was a kid around my age, who had curly light brown hair and a face full of acne. Gerard paid him, took the money and slammed the door. I jumped a little at the loud noise, the reverb echoing through the large house. "Sorry," he squeaked, face contorted at the loudness. He set the brown bags on the kitchen island and laid everything out while I got out silverware from a drawer. He had ordered orange chicken with white rice, which smelled as heavenly as my fried rice and vegetables. We gathered our containers and sat on the couch. Gerard flipped on the television, scrolling through the hundreds of options but nothing great caught my attention. "How 'bout a movie? I have tons over there," he said, pointing to a shelf. I got up and scanned the options. Night of the Living Dead, The Exorcist, The Shining, Jaws, Dawn of the Dead, Texas Chainsaw Massacre... he was clearly into the classics. I've seen them all so many times. One movie stood out.

"You have Rocky Horror Picture Show? That's the best man," I laughed. He joined in too.


"Hell yeah! I mean, Tim Curry parading around and singing. In drag. Do I really need to say more?" I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. Gerard was the same.


Once I regained some self control, I said, "Well we are definitely going to have to watch it now." I inserted the movie and sat back down beside Gerard, a little closer this time. He turned off the lamps and kitchen light, leaving us in pitch black until the movie started playing. The dark lights illuminated Gerard's face, making his eyes sparkle. We ate in silence, fully intent on watching the movie. I looked over at Gerard periodically, catching him smirk or smile or laugh at the innuendos and gestures. When Sweet Transvestite started playing, I saw Gerard smirk. Things began to get interesting.


Gerard started jutting out his hips and nodding his head to the beat. How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman. He hopped off the couch and went to a nearby closet. I sat there stunned while I waited for him to return. Don't get strung out by the way that I look, Don't judge a book by its cover uh uh! He walked back in with a bright red, fluffy boa slung around his neck. He was stroking it, parading around. I was staring at him like Janet stared at Dr. Frank-N-Furter. He noticed, smirked and walked over to me. He sang with the track, adding his own raw twist to it. He full on straddled me and shamelessly jutted his hips against mine. I'm not much of a man by the light of day... he grabbed the drawstrings of my hoodie and pulled me inches from his face.But by night I'm one heellll of a lover! 'Good to know...' I thought.My eyes were probably the size of quarters. I was not expecting that. He jumped off of me and onto the coffee table, still singing. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvaniaaa uh uh! I had no idea what to do, but I was really enjoying this. I started singing with him and the track. He twirled around the boa, jumping off the table and back to the couch. He grabbed my hand and yanked me to stand on the floor. I simply stood there stupidly while I let him do whatever. He hit every note deliciously and perfectly on time. So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?He whispered that last part into my ear, causing me to shiver. Well babies, don't you panic. By the light of the night when it all seems alright. I'll get you a satanic mechanic. He wrapped the boa around my shoulders as the music blared around me and tugged me closer. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. I was starting to forget how to use my voice. I was too caught up with this. He pushed me back to the couch. So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?I could show you my favourite obsession. Fuck I was getting hard for the billionth time today-all on account of Gerard. He nibbled on my earlobe. I've been making a man with- "brown," he interjected, twisting some of my hair in his hand-hair and a tan, And he's good for relieving my tension! He was rolling his hips like Dr. Frank-N-Furter was. I let out a throaty moan. I really couldn't have cared less-I was loving my lap dance. The only thing that could have made it better was if Gerard was in fishnets and garters. The image made my cock throb. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania.In an instant, he was off of me. I whimpered a little at the loss. So come up to the lab. He thrusted his hips left. And see what's on the slab. He thrusted his hips right and then looked dead in my eyes. I see you shiver with antici... The silence was killing me. I probably looked the same as Janet. He smirked, waiting for the precise second. ...pation! I thought I was going to pass out. Everything in the background was becoming noise. I was fully entranced with Gerard's waist and hips and dick and-wait what? So I'll remove the cause but not the symptom.Yep, definitely could've orgasmed on the spot. The end note played and he walked off to set the boa down, before plopping down right beside me.


"Now wasn't that fun, Frankie?" he asked overly innocently. He made it sound like nothing even happened. That four minutes had been pure heaven-completely hot and kinky. I opened my mouth, but words wouldn't come.


"Mmmhmm," I managed to choke out, nodding my head vigorously. I looked down and was immediately drawn to the big tent in my pants. Fuck Gerard-'Sounds good to me,' 'Oh you know what I meant,'-and his sexiness. He just oozed sex. This was sex-on-legs, the sex god. You might as well of added the word 'sex' to the long list that he described. He was the very definition of it!


He leaned over to my right ear, breathing hot and heavily into it. He gripped my upper leg, rubbing circles on my inner thigh. I didn't think sweatpants could get this tight. I could feel my eyes flutter back a little when he breathed, "There's more where that came from,"and immediately went back to watching the movie, a smirk on his face. He refused to move his hand. His light rubbing was driving me insane. My breathing increased. Fuck him.


'I fully intend to.'

Notes

Oh my fucking goooodness, the tension is even bothering me. Hope you enjoyed this. I doubled the frerard in this one for the 20th chapter (yay!) and because you guys said you couldn't have enough Frerard. So please comment, rate, and subscribe. Thanks for reading!

-xo OfSaintsandSinners