-Frank's POV-
I lifted my fist to knock, still unsure of myself. I knew I wanted to have some sort of relationship with him and walking away would never merit me that. For the first time in my life, I was going to decide my own fate, not watch the opportunities pass right before my eyes. It was literally now or never. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Each rap on the door sent sparks through my fist and up my arm, making me shiver. The whole situation I was in felt like a dream, like my whole existence could shatter in an instance if I was not careful.


I heard some shuffling come from behind the door, then stop. The door cracked slightly before a pale hand shot out, grabbed my shirt and pulled me in the room. It all happened very quickly, one second I was out in the hall, the next I was inside with Gerard. My heartbeat was going crazy, I was clearly shaken.


"Sorrysorrysorry! It's just, I-I didn't want anyone to see you and me, you know, together. It could look suspicious," he reasoned. Mr. Way genuinely looked concerned, which was understandable. Any odd behavior with a student, especially after school hours, could put his job in jeopardy. "Come sit down," he said, walking over to his desk. I followed after him, pulled up a chair and sat.


It was silent for what seemed to be an eternity, even though it was actually about a minute. The awkwardness only kept growing with each passing second. I stared down at my lap for a while. When I looked up, his murky orbs were on me. Gazes collided, sparks flew. It stayed like that for a bit, a staring match. We clawed at the slightest movement, trying to interpret each other's thoughts. He was the first to break the gaze. His eyes raked down my body, making me shift uncomfortably before they settled on my shoes. He cleared his throat slightly and started in, "A-about yesterday. Frank, I..." Our eyes made contact again, and he trailed off. This time his eyes had the same hurt expression as they had donned before in class. It reverted to the awkward silence again. I just couldn't take it. I wasn't going to sit here like some idiot. I needed to move, it'd feel more natural.


"These tables look pretty dirty, could I help you clean?" It was a stupid suggestion, but it was something.


"YES, uh yeah sure. We can listen to music. Uh, if you wanted," he replied. Music could break the awkward silence between us.


"Good idea," I responded. Hey, at least we were talking! He went to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a sleek, black iPod stereo with a dock. He set it on the counter and hooked in his iPod. The first thing to play was Smashing Pumpkins, which reminded me of yesterday. I suppose it did him the same because his face proceeded to flush. He hurriedly started to look for something else to listen to.


"Uh, do you have anything in particular you want to listen to Frank?" My mind went blank. Any other time I could pick out a band in an instant. I noticed he wasn't using 'Frankie' today.


"How 'bout Queen?" I asked ironically recalling my chat with Terra from earlier. Gerard nodded with a smile, pulling up a playlist. The awesome intro to We Will Rock You started playing, getting me pumped. He tossed me a rag to start wiping down the tables. His head was rocking back and forth in time with the music as he began cleaning. Buddy you're a boy make a big noise, Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day, You got mud on ya face, You big disgrace, Kickin' your can all over the place, Singin' We will, we will, rock you.... We will we will rock you... Queen has always been a big inspiration to me, Freddie Mercury an idol. I know all the words to their every song. Gerard had started clapping along every now and then. He was really getting into the music, like yesterday. 'We all know how that ended...' I wasn't sure if I was scared or excited by that. We were both singing along by the second chorus. We will, we will rock you, SING IT! We will, we will rock you... Gerard's voice was heaven. He could hit every note perfectly in tune. Raw and filled with passion, unlike mine. I thought I was okay at singing and more of a guitar player, despite what other people had told me. I was getting lost in the music, his voice, his eyes... I almost forgot I was cleaning. We were just two guys, two friends having a good time.


Then again, seeing Gerard bent over the table was conflicting with my whole 'friends' theory. His muscles were becoming more defined from rubbing on the table hard, trying to get dried up paint off. I moved to the side of my table, trying to get a closer look at that ass. I knew he couldn't see me staring shamelessly at it, but even if he did, I wouldn't care. Things were getting slightly heated between the singing and clapping and stares. He turned to me, still singing along. He loosened his necktie, removing it in a torturously slow manner. Tingles were sent rippling throughout my body. I started smirking at him, which he reciprocated. He twirled the tie around and started dancing, mostly swaying and jerking his hips around, occasionally using his arms. It was enough to get me all worked up and eager.


Before I realized it, Gerard was strutting over to me, a playful glint in his dark, murky orbs. He wrapped his tie behind my neck, looking deeply into my eyes. I stared right back, challenging him to come closer with a smirk, daring him to take another step. All in good humor, of course. I didn't think he would try anything after yesterday. Boy was I wrong...


Using the tie, he forced my face closer to his. He began pressing up against me, almost desperately, which caused me to back up. Our foreheads were practically touching, our mouths inches apart. The final guitar solo riffed through the air, which now felt thick and heavy. My head was swimming. The smell of cigarettes and coffee seeped into my skin and through my head. Once again, it felt as if they were overriding my actions. I continued moving backwards until I abruptly felt the table edge against my legs, sending me toppling backwards. I landed flat on my back, Gerard right on top of me. We both started laughing at our own idiocy, just like best friends would. He pushed himself off of me slightly, using his arms to support himself but still hovering over me. His eyes were so dark then, clouded. He was like a lion looking down on fresh prey, so.... hungrily. He lingered like that for a while before completely getting off. He pressed his hips against mine by 'accident' as he tried to remove himself from me, sending a million tiny lightning bolts through my body. I had to bite down on my lip ring before I could make any noises I would regret. He held out a hand, which I gladly accepted, and pulled myself off the table. His raven locks were ruffled in the most adorable manner, a cheeky smile adorned his face.


Another song began playing, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy taking in Gerard's beauty. I suppose he noticed, because his face blushed a little and he looked away. "Well that was interesting," he commented, scratching the back of his head shyly. I couldn't believe this man had just transformed from extremely sexy and bold to cute and modest. How could there be so much perfection implanted into one being?

"Yeah, little bit..." I responded, chuckling under my breath. We resumed cleaning the last table. Gerard and I started a fun game of glance-tag. I would start staring at him until he looked at me, which made me look away. He would continue staring until I looked up, which he then would avert his vision. He kept getting the sweetest grin on his face, I swear I could just kiss it right off. 'Maybe I should kiss him? He must like me, right? Or is that too risky?' I started inching closer to him, still deciding whether or not I should. He was the one that had gotten me all worked up after all... damn that captivating creature. I was only about a foot away when he started talking.


"Frankie, it's getting a bit late. Do you think you need to go home?" Well shit. My smile fell a little. It had only been about 30 minutes. Was he sending me away? Did he get what he wanted, a quick thrill? 'No, stop thinking like that.' "I can give you a ride, if you wanted..." Hell I need to stop thinking so hastily. He was only looking after me.


"If it's not too much trouble, I'd love that," He smiled at me and told me to grab my things. I got Pansy and my backpack and we headed for the back door. He had parked out back. It took a while to find the car, but when we did, my jaw dropped. It was a Mercedes S Class, as dark black as his hair. "This is yours?" I gasped. How the hell could he afford this on a teacher's salary for fuck's sake?!

"Yep, all mine," he chuckled. He popped the trunk for me and I set my things down before hopping in shotgun. The seats were a light leather, the interior had black and wooden accents on the steering wheel and dashboard. Everything was sleek and so very, very expensive. It made Ray's F150 look like child's play. The engine verred to life as he turned the key and put it in drive. It drove smooth, completely silent. I was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk to him. We were on good terms right now. Something was nagging in the back of my mind, still bothering me.


"About yesterday," I started in. Probably not a good way to start because his eyes widen out of embarrassment. I quickly added, "uh, what was Mikey interrupting us for?" The way I said it made it seem like I had wanted it. Which was true, but I hadn't meant it that way. Gerard's face eased back to its normal expression, though his eyes looked troubled.


"Well he, uh I've... known Mikey for a long time. Didn't know he went to Belleview, he just wanted to visit and catch up."


"Oh..." That's odd, he's never talked about Gerard before, not to me at least. Knowing Mikey, it probably never crossed his mind. Something still felt off about his answer, but I wasn't going to push it.


"Frankie, can we forget about yesterday? Today was great, and I made a mistake by doing... that. It wasn't good to start off that way. It's just, I don't feel like I have to be a teacher around you. We can have a relationship-be friends, I mean..." his face turned a light pink. 'But I want to be more than friends,' I wanted to say. It looked like he wanted to say the same too. I didn't want to forget about yesterday. Ever. "And I know you're into girls, you know, Terra..." he trailed. Wait, what? That's why he looked hurt in class...


"No no no, me and Terra are friends, well not really good friends even. Nothing more. And I'm... I don't actually know what I am. I like what I like," I explained. I definitely didn't want him to get the wrong impression of me, not now that I could possibly. I looked over at him, his eyes seemed a little more lit up than before.


"Really? That's great-er, interesting to hear," He sounded completely different now. His tone was cautious, like he was trekking fragile territory. Now his voice sounded deeper, authoritive, intrigued. Another set of tingles went through me. 'Authoritive... He could be the dominate type, just imagine..' Thankfully, my house was only about a block away, because my thoughts were getting more and more intense as images of Gerard hovering over me, me writhing beneath him played in my head... just damn. I needed to stop. My pants felt only slightly tighter, but judging from Gerard's sly smirk I think he noticed. 'He meant to do that! He wants me all hot and bothered doesn't he?' I really hope so.


"My house is right there," I pointed out. It was the third house on Electric Avenue, the bricks were a dirty terra cotta colour. It was the only house that wasn't uniform with the others. It seemed darker, more secluded than the surrounding houses. "Thank you so much for dropping me off, Gerard,"


"Yeah sure, anytime," He popped the trunk once more for me to get out my things. I grabbed Pansy and my bag before he shut it again. I went around the car to the door, pulling out the key. I turned to wave. I wish I hadn't.


The way he was leaning against the car in his formal yet ruffled clothes looked like something out of GQ. I swear I could've just went over there and threw him down right on the front and... My expression went from happy to lusty in an instant. He smirked at my new look, noticing it's change. I was fumbling with the door knob, probably looking like an idiot. "I'll see you tomorrow, Frankie," he called over. I threw a quick wave over at him and he returned it. Right as he opened the door, I called out his name.


"Gerard!" I paused. He looked up at me with a seductive, completely un-innocent look. Maybe I shouldn't... 'Come on Frank, man up, get the guts to say it. Out with it already!' "Gerard, I don't want to forget yesterday," He froze for a minute. 'I just ruined everything didn't I? Of course, I mess up everything.' But then a smile crept onto his face, getting wider and wider.


"Frankie, you should definitely see me again tomorrow then," Before I had time to respond, he reentered the car. I was so confused, but so lovestruck that I wasn't sure what to do. I smiled dopily at him. The engine verred as his put it in reverse. He was an excellent driver, backing out the driveway like he'd done it a billion times before. He didn't leave before giving me one final smoldering glance. Eventually his Mercedes went out of view, leaving only me and the deserted road.


I closed the door and pressed my back against it. I slowly slid down, til I was sitting, knees level with my eyes. I ran a hand through my hands. Today had been a very good day. I had no regrets about knocking now. I wish I had at least kissed him though, he looked edible enough as it was. I would never forget yesterday or today now. But shit, I had detention tomorrow! I would have to tell him that I couldn't see him, or make up some excuse. It was pretty pathetic that I already was in trouble during the first week of school. And everything was going so well... now I had to lie to him.

"REALLY? You have to do this to me now? Haven't you made my life hell enough?" I yelled out, looking towards the ceiling. After leaving the church, I blamed all my misfortunes on God. I'd finally done something good for myself, and now He was going to turn it to ash. Fuck my shitty life. I need my medicine...

Notes

OOH, FRERARD! Hope it was worth the wait. It didn't take me long to write this one, things are heating up! Hehehe.... Wonder what will happen in detention (*wink wink*). Please leave your comments and suggestions below. Thanks for reading!

-xo OfSaintsandSinners