Very Much Alive
After Class...
-Frank's POV-
"So Mr. Way, you wanted to talk?" I have to admit, I'm slightly nervous to talk to him. His remorseful eyes are just so intense, it's like their burning a hole into your very soul. Maybe it's his handsome face or incredible posture that makes me feel insecure about my own. He's already way out of my league, and that 5 year age difference didn't help my case either. 'Oh just give up and accept the fact he doesn't like you!' My logical left side told me. My right protested, 'But he's so cuuuttteee!' I was getting fed up with myself at that point.
"Oh hey Frank. Just who I wanted to talk to! Pull up a chair next to my desk," I did as he asked -'Boy are you submissive..' my right side laughed- while he scurried around to lean against the table. Once I sat down, I realized that since Mr. Way was leaning, my face was placed about a foot directly in front of his crotch. Against my left side's will, I started fantasizing about the many things I could do to him instead of chatting. I had to stop, or my 'problem' would get worse (worse than it already was, mind you.) My legs were crossed and my hands were in my lap as a precaution. "So Frank, I really wanna get to know you. I already know you're a pretty cool kid, but I want to know you personally," Okay, I was slightly turned off at his usage of "kid" but the "personally" thing reassured me a little. I couldn't really think of where to begin. 'Just go for the clichéd shit that everyone says.'
"Well, me and my mom live by ourselves about 7 blocks away. I love comics, as you know. Me and my buddies are really into horror movies. I was born on Halloween, so I'm kinda obligated to love creepy things. Guitar-music in general, actually- is a major part of my life. That's Pansy over there." I pointed at it over my shoulder. The guitar case was placed beside my backpack near the back door. Pansy was my most prized possession, a gift from my mom. I carried her around almost everywhere I went. Nobody touched her except me.
"Can I see her?" he asked. Wellllll, I guess I could make an exception. I nodded, got up and brought her over to him. I laid the case down on his desk and unzipped it. He ooh'd and ahh'd for a minute as he examined it before picking her up and strumming a few chords.
"No way, you play guitar and sing? That's awesome, Mr. Way!" I exclaimed. I always geeked out over things like this. It was hard to find people with the same interests as me, so when I did, it called for enthusiasm. He simply laughed at my reaction.
"Well, I'm not an avid guitar player or anything. I'm much more into singing. I just play enough to work out certain things in my compositions. Probably not near as good as you, Frankie... Oh and please call me Gerard. Mr. Way is just so informal, so... not me," There he went with the pet name again. My heart sped up slightly, especially when he gave me the look. His eyes had been tracing over the strings and designs when he turned his gaze straight to me. He looked so... serious. He alternated between my eyes and mouth, contemplating...-what, I wasn't sure (I wish I had known...) He seemed to take a slight step forward, then shook himself and turned away. "Um, maybe you could play something for me? Only if you wanted..." I almost missed what he had said because I was so caught up on everything that just happened. Perhaps I had over analyzed the situation. I mean, it's just a student and his teacher, right? Right?! 'God I hope not...' my right said. Once I had processed his question, I started flipping through my mental library of music and possible song choices. There were so many to choose from, but I really wanted to play something he would like.
"You like Smashing Pumpkins any?" He instantly started nodding his head. I grinned, tuned the guitar a bit and started strumming "Tonight Tonight." He seemed to be really into it, tapping his foot, head banging slightly. 'What a rocker... he likes the same bands and comics as me, this couldn't get better!' I had only been playing for about two minutes when Mr. Way started to sing. No. Not Mr. Way- Gerard was singing, and singing like an angel at that! He wasn't my teacher, he was my friend. Tonight,So bright, Tonight... We'll crucify the insincere tonight, We'll make things right... We'll feel it all tonight... He was really getting into the music now. His eyes were closed, the music surrounded us, carried us to another world, a different dimension. Just us. I thought he sounded amazing! Something really raw yet honest was embedded in his vocals. He made the song his own. It only encouraged me to play twice as hard. I put everything into that last bit. The impossible is possible tonight... Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight... I finished playing the last little bit as Gerard opened his eyes again. I had been examining his face as he sang and couldn't bear to take my eyes off now. Passion was plastered all across his face- in the slight crease of his forehead, in the cute little dimple on the left side of his mouth. He stared back at me for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and read my expression. His eyes seemed clouded... He shook himself again and cleared his throat as he sat down behind his desk. The once passion-filled look was replaced with his normal-teacher-y expression. He started to talk as I put Pansy back in her case.
"So, you can draw decently, write amazingly, and play guitar phenomenally? You sound like a guy after my own heart. Honestly though, you have some serious talent in you. I know it's only the first day and all, but I really like you...-" WHAT?! Now that had my attention, "-uh, a-as a student, of course!" He ran his hand through his hair and scratched his head as his face flushed in the most captivating of ways. He obviously realized the mistake, or should I say "mistake," if you know what I mean... 'Quit overthinking it, he just slipped up. If you didn't have such a dirty mind...' Oi, does anyone know how to remove half your brain so it'll shut. UP?! I really wasn't sure what to say at that point. Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything. "Um Frank, I just remembered I need to uh-go take care of something. Yeah... so you better get going," My face fell a little. He quickly interjected, "But you should definitely stay again tomorrow. Be sure to bring Pansy, I'd love to hear more!" I was pretty satisfied to hear that from him. I grabbed my things and started heading for the back door.
"See you later, Gerard," I said as seductively as possible, not even stopping to think if it was a little too much. Maybe it was, I mean, we were only just getting to be friends. Maybe I had just ruined it... 'Just a tease!' I convinced myself.
"Frank wait-" I had little time to think. I turned slightly and before I knew it, I was pressed up against the wall. Gerard had placed both hands against the wall on either side of my head, his now extremely dark green eyes skimming all over my face. His eyes then hovered over my lips, as his own parted slightly. The smell of coffee was heavy in his breath, the aftershave filling my nostrils, infiltrating my mind and overriding my actions. It felt like something was gripping my throat, squeezing my breath out. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere now-in my wrists, feet, legs, hands- all going a hundred miles a minute. I wasn't sure how to react, I just knew I really liked this. So... thrilling. I first glanced at his lips and then up to his eyes. Our gazes collided, the intensity of it too much and I glanced downward. Gerard was definitely 'bothered' at this point, his pants looked a little tighter than they were before. He caught me looking-it's not like I was being subtle about it, it was a rather shameless glance to be honest. It caused him to smirk. Not quite as cute as before-this time was different. It was more lustful now. I had to restrain myself to keep from tearing off that waistcoat and getting down to business. I couldn't even believe what was going on. It was all happening so fast... "You, my friend, are very... enticing to me," His voice was dangerously low now. 'Yeah, dangerous to your dick!' Gerard was about to say something else as I heard the doorknob jiggle and someone walk in. Gerard quickly lowered his hands and backed away from me. "Hide in that closet!" he hissed. I fumbled with the handle and quickly ran in, cracking the door slightly. I peeked through the little sliver to see what was going on.
"Hey Mikey! How was your first day back to school?" He called over. Mikey? What was Mikey doing here of all people?
"Eh, you know, shitty as usual. We didn't do much, so I basically sat there the entire time. What about you, Mr. Bigshot Teacher? Heard a bunch of kids saying they really liked you." Wow, he sure had some guts cussing at a teacher like that, it's pretty risky. Yeah yeah I know, I'm a hypocrite. I'm the one who's been fantasizing about a teacher all day and was just pinned under said teacher moments ago... but cussing?! They talked like they knew each other or something...
"Sorry it sucked, buddy. But my day went pretty well. Some of these students are really talented and I like them too. One in particular..." I couldn't help but smirk at that. "You wanna go get coffee with me down in the workroom?"
"Yeah, sure. I could really use it right now," Mikey responded. I heard some shuffling and the door shut- my cue to get the hell out! I opened the door and dived for my backpack and case.
"Oh Mikey, I'll be right back in a minute, you go on!" I froze right in my tracks. 'So close to the exit...' I thought. The front door then reopened and in stepped Gerard. He noticed me with all my things, and sighed-probably of relief since we didn't get caught.
"That was a close call," He grinned cheekily and laughed under his breath. "Mr. Iero, you want to visit me again tomorrow? Can't wait to see what else you have in store for me," And with that, he walked off, not forgetting to put a little extra sway in his hips. I was completely stunned, I almost forgot how to speak.
"Y-yes I'll be back t-tomorrow," I croaked out. I just knew he was smirking at how he was affecting me. And with that, I turned to leave before anything else happened. The sudden rush of adrenaline was too much, then plant a sexy ass beast 5 inches away from me and I just couldn't hold myself back. That was, in fact, way too close of a call! What if Mikey had seen us? How will that effect our relationship? What had even just happened?
I didn't care... I liked it.
"So Mr. Way, you wanted to talk?" I have to admit, I'm slightly nervous to talk to him. His remorseful eyes are just so intense, it's like their burning a hole into your very soul. Maybe it's his handsome face or incredible posture that makes me feel insecure about my own. He's already way out of my league, and that 5 year age difference didn't help my case either. 'Oh just give up and accept the fact he doesn't like you!' My logical left side told me. My right protested, 'But he's so cuuuttteee!' I was getting fed up with myself at that point.
"Oh hey Frank. Just who I wanted to talk to! Pull up a chair next to my desk," I did as he asked -'Boy are you submissive..' my right side laughed- while he scurried around to lean against the table. Once I sat down, I realized that since Mr. Way was leaning, my face was placed about a foot directly in front of his crotch. Against my left side's will, I started fantasizing about the many things I could do to him instead of chatting. I had to stop, or my 'problem' would get worse (worse than it already was, mind you.) My legs were crossed and my hands were in my lap as a precaution. "So Frank, I really wanna get to know you. I already know you're a pretty cool kid, but I want to know you personally," Okay, I was slightly turned off at his usage of "kid" but the "personally" thing reassured me a little. I couldn't really think of where to begin. 'Just go for the clichéd shit that everyone says.'
"Well, me and my mom live by ourselves about 7 blocks away. I love comics, as you know. Me and my buddies are really into horror movies. I was born on Halloween, so I'm kinda obligated to love creepy things. Guitar-music in general, actually- is a major part of my life. That's Pansy over there." I pointed at it over my shoulder. The guitar case was placed beside my backpack near the back door. Pansy was my most prized possession, a gift from my mom. I carried her around almost everywhere I went. Nobody touched her except me.
"Can I see her?" he asked. Wellllll, I guess I could make an exception. I nodded, got up and brought her over to him. I laid the case down on his desk and unzipped it. He ooh'd and ahh'd for a minute as he examined it before picking her up and strumming a few chords.
"No way, you play guitar and sing? That's awesome, Mr. Way!" I exclaimed. I always geeked out over things like this. It was hard to find people with the same interests as me, so when I did, it called for enthusiasm. He simply laughed at my reaction.
"Well, I'm not an avid guitar player or anything. I'm much more into singing. I just play enough to work out certain things in my compositions. Probably not near as good as you, Frankie... Oh and please call me Gerard. Mr. Way is just so informal, so... not me," There he went with the pet name again. My heart sped up slightly, especially when he gave me the look. His eyes had been tracing over the strings and designs when he turned his gaze straight to me. He looked so... serious. He alternated between my eyes and mouth, contemplating...-what, I wasn't sure (I wish I had known...) He seemed to take a slight step forward, then shook himself and turned away. "Um, maybe you could play something for me? Only if you wanted..." I almost missed what he had said because I was so caught up on everything that just happened. Perhaps I had over analyzed the situation. I mean, it's just a student and his teacher, right? Right?! 'God I hope not...' my right said. Once I had processed his question, I started flipping through my mental library of music and possible song choices. There were so many to choose from, but I really wanted to play something he would like.
"You like Smashing Pumpkins any?" He instantly started nodding his head. I grinned, tuned the guitar a bit and started strumming "Tonight Tonight." He seemed to be really into it, tapping his foot, head banging slightly. 'What a rocker... he likes the same bands and comics as me, this couldn't get better!' I had only been playing for about two minutes when Mr. Way started to sing. No. Not Mr. Way- Gerard was singing, and singing like an angel at that! He wasn't my teacher, he was my friend. Tonight,So bright, Tonight... We'll crucify the insincere tonight, We'll make things right... We'll feel it all tonight... He was really getting into the music now. His eyes were closed, the music surrounded us, carried us to another world, a different dimension. Just us. I thought he sounded amazing! Something really raw yet honest was embedded in his vocals. He made the song his own. It only encouraged me to play twice as hard. I put everything into that last bit. The impossible is possible tonight... Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight... I finished playing the last little bit as Gerard opened his eyes again. I had been examining his face as he sang and couldn't bear to take my eyes off now. Passion was plastered all across his face- in the slight crease of his forehead, in the cute little dimple on the left side of his mouth. He stared back at me for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and read my expression. His eyes seemed clouded... He shook himself again and cleared his throat as he sat down behind his desk. The once passion-filled look was replaced with his normal-teacher-y expression. He started to talk as I put Pansy back in her case.
"So, you can draw decently, write amazingly, and play guitar phenomenally? You sound like a guy after my own heart. Honestly though, you have some serious talent in you. I know it's only the first day and all, but I really like you...-" WHAT?! Now that had my attention, "-uh, a-as a student, of course!" He ran his hand through his hair and scratched his head as his face flushed in the most captivating of ways. He obviously realized the mistake, or should I say "mistake," if you know what I mean... 'Quit overthinking it, he just slipped up. If you didn't have such a dirty mind...' Oi, does anyone know how to remove half your brain so it'll shut. UP?! I really wasn't sure what to say at that point. Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything. "Um Frank, I just remembered I need to uh-go take care of something. Yeah... so you better get going," My face fell a little. He quickly interjected, "But you should definitely stay again tomorrow. Be sure to bring Pansy, I'd love to hear more!" I was pretty satisfied to hear that from him. I grabbed my things and started heading for the back door.
"See you later, Gerard," I said as seductively as possible, not even stopping to think if it was a little too much. Maybe it was, I mean, we were only just getting to be friends. Maybe I had just ruined it... 'Just a tease!' I convinced myself.
"Frank wait-" I had little time to think. I turned slightly and before I knew it, I was pressed up against the wall. Gerard had placed both hands against the wall on either side of my head, his now extremely dark green eyes skimming all over my face. His eyes then hovered over my lips, as his own parted slightly. The smell of coffee was heavy in his breath, the aftershave filling my nostrils, infiltrating my mind and overriding my actions. It felt like something was gripping my throat, squeezing my breath out. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere now-in my wrists, feet, legs, hands- all going a hundred miles a minute. I wasn't sure how to react, I just knew I really liked this. So... thrilling. I first glanced at his lips and then up to his eyes. Our gazes collided, the intensity of it too much and I glanced downward. Gerard was definitely 'bothered' at this point, his pants looked a little tighter than they were before. He caught me looking-it's not like I was being subtle about it, it was a rather shameless glance to be honest. It caused him to smirk. Not quite as cute as before-this time was different. It was more lustful now. I had to restrain myself to keep from tearing off that waistcoat and getting down to business. I couldn't even believe what was going on. It was all happening so fast... "You, my friend, are very... enticing to me," His voice was dangerously low now. 'Yeah, dangerous to your dick!' Gerard was about to say something else as I heard the doorknob jiggle and someone walk in. Gerard quickly lowered his hands and backed away from me. "Hide in that closet!" he hissed. I fumbled with the handle and quickly ran in, cracking the door slightly. I peeked through the little sliver to see what was going on.
"Hey Mikey! How was your first day back to school?" He called over. Mikey? What was Mikey doing here of all people?
"Eh, you know, shitty as usual. We didn't do much, so I basically sat there the entire time. What about you, Mr. Bigshot Teacher? Heard a bunch of kids saying they really liked you." Wow, he sure had some guts cussing at a teacher like that, it's pretty risky. Yeah yeah I know, I'm a hypocrite. I'm the one who's been fantasizing about a teacher all day and was just pinned under said teacher moments ago... but cussing?! They talked like they knew each other or something...
"Sorry it sucked, buddy. But my day went pretty well. Some of these students are really talented and I like them too. One in particular..." I couldn't help but smirk at that. "You wanna go get coffee with me down in the workroom?"
"Yeah, sure. I could really use it right now," Mikey responded. I heard some shuffling and the door shut- my cue to get the hell out! I opened the door and dived for my backpack and case.
"Oh Mikey, I'll be right back in a minute, you go on!" I froze right in my tracks. 'So close to the exit...' I thought. The front door then reopened and in stepped Gerard. He noticed me with all my things, and sighed-probably of relief since we didn't get caught.
"That was a close call," He grinned cheekily and laughed under his breath. "Mr. Iero, you want to visit me again tomorrow? Can't wait to see what else you have in store for me," And with that, he walked off, not forgetting to put a little extra sway in his hips. I was completely stunned, I almost forgot how to speak.
"Y-yes I'll be back t-tomorrow," I croaked out. I just knew he was smirking at how he was affecting me. And with that, I turned to leave before anything else happened. The sudden rush of adrenaline was too much, then plant a sexy ass beast 5 inches away from me and I just couldn't hold myself back. That was, in fact, way too close of a call! What if Mikey had seen us? How will that effect our relationship? What had even just happened?
I didn't care... I liked it.
Notes
Hehehe... Sorry about the cliffhanger on the last chapter. I had a little difficulty with writing this, but hopefully you enjoyed it! Please leave (nice) suggestions and comments below, I love reading them!
-xo OfSaintsandSinners
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