Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

FRANK’S P.O.V
I don’t think Gerard realised that I said ‘fuck’ because of how damn sexy he is. I enjoyed the charming view of flawlessly silky smooth skin, however, dark purple marks were scattered around his chest as a beautiful contrast to the milky pale skin surrounding it. I don’t think Gerard realised that him being covered in bruises didn’t make him look bad; it made him look badass and extremely hot. I couldn’t resist running my fingers along his skin, the softness. I realised, right then, how badly I wanted to dominate Gerard, it was incredibly bad for a tutor to think this way of a scholar.
“I’ll keep you safe,” I eventually broke the silence that settled. “You can spend break and lunch times in the classroom with me and I’ll either walk or give you a lift home, and sometimes we may have to take the extra tutoring to your house… But, Gerard, you really need to call your parents,”
“Fine,” Gerard muttered, he was striding around my house in boxers and fuck. I had to simply calm myself. Gerard held his phone to his ear and dialled a number, telling his parents about the extra tutoring.
“Sir will have to come round mine sometimes,” Gerard yawned, cutely. His parents were speaking to him but to me it sounded like muffles.
“Yeah, okay, see you later… I’m just finishing some work, I’ll be home soon, I promise. Is Mikey okay? Good. Okay. See ya. Bye.” Gerard hung up, and itched the back of his neck. “What the hell am I going to wear?”
“You can borrow my clothes, if you want…” I suggested, and then flung open my wardrobe. “You can just say you brought a change of clothes as you thought it would be more…Comfortable for you to work in conditions like that,”
Gerard smirked, slightly. “I’ve never known a tutor to lie like you,”
“That’s because I’m helping you, Gerard,” I leaned against my wardrobe and watched Gerard as he yanked clothes from my hangers. He had chosen black jeans and a black button-up shirt. His raven-locks grazed his eyes as he did the buttons up on the shirt. I wondered if he noticed me, watching in awe, at him.
“I’m still scared, Frank,” Gerard admitted, as he finished buttoning the shirt up.
“Don’t be scared,” My eyes flickered over his body, giving him a small smile, praying he didn’t notice me checking him out. I didn’t want to come across as some perverted teacher.
“Do you think I’ll see them again? I’ve got to walk to school… I hope-”
“They are usually late in school, and anyway, I’m on duty before school tomorrow…. Well, not really on duty, just standing by the side gate,” I stated.
“Okay,” Gerard wriggled his nose, adorably. “So, I’ll give you these clothes back when…?”
“Tomorrow, we’ll go around yours tomorrow,” I announced. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, it’s fine…” Gerard gripped his school bag. “I’m sorry for being mad with you,”
“When?” I was puzzled.
“Class,” Gerard paused. “It’s because those guys had ruined my school work and called me names, so I was-”
I raised my hand, cutting him off.
“Gerard, I don’t mind, okay? I understand.” I smiled, warmly at him, as he nodded, preparing his items before heading to my front door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Gerard,” I stood against the door frame.
“See you tomorrow, Mr Iero.” Gerard smirked.
“Mr Iero? Wow, I’m surprised you pronounced my last name correctly…” I laughed. Gerard giggled, like a little girl, but it was so endearing.
“Don’t take me for granted,” Gerard grinned at me as he stole one of my lines that I used on him.
“Hey!” I witnessed Gerard chuckle, then stride down the road, disappearing around the sharp turning. I sighed to myself. I was seriously doomed. Out of all the people in the world, I decide to fall in love with my student. My ever-so perfect student.
- - -
The next day, I rested against the side gate, observing many students blather in small little cliques. I was eager, hoping Gerard was going to pass by me and halt and chat. I yanked a cigarette packet from my pocket, taking one of the white sticks from it and lighting it, the orange flame flickering around it. I took it to my mouth, inhaling the fumes.
“Hi, sir.” Gerard spoke in a sweet, innocent voice. I nodded; therefore, he knew that I knew he was there. I looked him up and down.
“Hello, Gerard,” I struggled to speak properly with the cigarette in-between my teeth.
“I didn’t know you smoke,” Gerard stood in a quite seductive pose, one of his feet propped up against the wall, leaning against it, watching me. I held the cigarette, tapping the end slightly, watching the ashes fall.
“Well, now you do,” I smirked, slightly.
“I used too, I haven’t in ages though,” Gerard’s eyes kept on following my hand as I raised the cigarette to my mouth.
“Do you want a cigarette or something?” I cocked an eyebrow. Gerard’s face went crimson. “Why are you blushing?” I frowned.
“Err… N-nothing. And no t-thank you, s-sir. I’ve, err… Got to go and, um, go to my locker…See you in c-class,” Gerard stuttered, speaking extremely quickly then darting off. I crushed my cigarette with my foot on the ground, scowling to myself in confusion.
- - -
I arrived early in my classroom, with a piping-hot black coffee in my hand. I placed it beside my computer, spinning around in the armchair, in deep thought. The bell screeched, and the schoolroom was soon filled with pupils. Of course, I was only looking for that certain raven-haired sex on legs. And, there he was. He ran a spidery hand through his tangled hair, then seated himself on his desk.
“Our first lesson is music,” I stood up, gripping a white chalk from the side and throwing it up and catching it. “Any genre, just show off your talents,” I wrote ‘show off’ on the board, smirking. “Oh, and you’ll have to perform alone, apart from some of you,” I had to stand and play the guitar part for some students as they couldn’t perform alone. “I’ll be walking around and I hope you are all trying your best… Instruments, singing, anything… Just practise, thank you.” I drew a smiley face on the board and a quick, rough sketch of a guitar, attempting for it to look arty to impress Gerard. I craned my neck to see Gerard appearing panicked. The other scholars were working. I trudged over to Gerard.
“What’s the matter?” I questioned, frowning at his worried expression.
“I can’t sing in front of everyone, I’m rubbish, sir… Please don’t make me do this,” Gerard stared at me, with huge, pleading eyes.
“C’mon, I’ll play guitar with you… I’m sure you’re not that bad,” I rolled my eyes at Gerard’s pointed look.
“I’m rubbish,” Gerard muttered.
“Sing to me,” I ordered. Gerard appeared horrified. “It will be easier that way,”
“Okay, um…” Gerard fiddled with the hem of his white shirt, biting his lip. The lip bite made my stomach go tingly; my head go dizzy; my heart go fluttery and my crotch… Go hard. I had to pull out the wooden desk chair and sit on it, my lower body covered by the table.
“Sing,” I placed my head on my hand, gazing at him, it felt as if I was in high school again, his year. I wasn’t that much older than him, actually, though.
“Okay,” Gerard nodded to himself, and he closed his eyes, and began to sing. And oh my god. His voice was like an angel’s. It was so beautiful and pure, and then it could go completely sexy at times and it was just adoring, I could listen to it all day.
“Wow, Gerard,” I breathed once he finished. “Your voice is stunning, it’s…Extraordinary… And you called yourself bad? That was the best thing I have ever heard…”
“Tell me the truth,” Gerard sighed, heavily, crossing his arms.
“Gerard, you know I am. Don’t think low of yourself!” I exclaimed. “You’re performing because your voice is beautiful, end of.”
Gerard groaned, sinking lower into his seat, head in his hands. I shimmered close to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, comfortingly.
“Hey,” I whispered, close to his ear. I was soooo tempted to kiss his neck or bite his earlobe. I needed some contact, I needed Gerard, I couldn’t stand this anymore. But, I also needed this job, and Gerard would reject and turn me in and never look at me the same way.
“You’re perfect, Gerard,” I ran a hand up and down his arm, soothingly. None of the kids would think this was strange, they were all too busy.
“Perfect?” Gerard latched his eyes onto mine. I couldn’t help but lower my gaze to his plump, inviting lips.
“Perfect,” I confirmed. Gerard’s lip was caught in-between his teeth, gnawing on it again. It drove me crazy.
“I’m perfect?” Gerard repeated, shocked, still, his eyes were glimmering, literally.
“Yes,” I laughed, breathlessly.
“I’m not,” Gerard didn’t break the eye contact. I couldn’t help it, I seriously couldn’t. I placed a hand on his thigh, gently. Gerard didn’t move away, however, his body froze.
“Listen to me, you’re going to up there and perform because your voice is like an angel’s,” I muttered, irritated with myself at the fact I had allowed myself to touch him…On his thigh. Gerard had relaxed into the touch though, I noticed that he shuffled closer to me, we were practically touching.
“I’ll do it,” Gerard told himself. “But, I can’t do it,”
“You can do it, there is no such thing as can’t,” I retorted, receiving a roll of the eyes from Gerard. If it was just me and him, I probably would’ve hugged him and removed strands of hair from his face but it wasn’t. It was in a classroom.
- - -
Gerard did end up performing and the class were mesmerised, much like me. The bell rang for break, and the pupils left, excluding Gerard, of course. He placed himself on my desk, and I decided I would sit next to him, music already playing.
“What do you want to do the extra tutoring on when we go to yours?” I queried.
“Anything… Anything,” Gerard muttered. “Just anything,”
“We can work on your confidence… As in performing, for music and stuff like that,” I suggested.
“Okay,” Gerard agreed. “We’re walking to my house, by the way, because you can’t drive because it’s through a mini forest, that’s why I have to walk,” Gerard stared at his nails with little interest. “It’s quite a way from here, I have to admit…”
“It’s fine,” I sniffed. Gerard nodded.
- - -
The end of the day came around sooner than I expected, and Gerard led me out of the school, down a road. We entered the woods, it was getting pretty dark.
“Woods are cool in the dark,” Gerard’s eyes glistened with excitement, gawking at the trees.
“I suppose,” I watched Gerard as his eyes scanned the woods, swinging on a couple of branches. I walked, normally, as you do.
“You’re no fun,” Gerard pouted, poking me in the arm. I found it adorable.
“Why not?” I smirked, slightly.
“You’re just walking, not taking in the woods’ beauty,” Gerard stated.
“Oh, really?” I scoffed. “Just because I’m a tutor and older than you… I’ll show you fun,” I grinned, creating a small, simple den.
“That’s tiny,” Gerard whined. It was so cute. I always find Gerard cute.
“I’d like to see you make one,” I hissed, jokingly.
“Okay, then. Challenge accepted,” Gerard stuck his tongue out. Why did he do that? I didn’t reply as I watched his shadow bolt about for sticks. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t extra tutoring. But it was fun. I knew what I was going to do. I vanished from my den, stalking Gerard as he collected his bits and pieces, and finished his huge den, resting against a tree trunk away from it.
“Frank?” I watched him as his eyes squinted in the darkness, attempting to find me. I crept behind him, and leaped out from behind the tree.
“Boo!” I shouted. Gerard squealed, and jumped into me, causing us both to land in a heap on the floor, leaves covering certain parts of our body. It was sort of awkward, I was on top of Gerard and this was the position I was dreaming to be in for ages. It was easy to just straddle him and start kissing him, but it was easy for him to reject. Gerard giggled, breathlessly.
“You idiot! You made me jump,” Gerard complained, sitting up straight, leaves tumbling from his shoulders. I chuckled, darkly, sitting next to him, picking out the leaves from his hair.
“And you made us fall on the floor,” I snapped, grinning.
“I didn’t know a tutor would be so childish,” Gerard raised his eyebrows.
“What don’t you like me being like this? Or do you want to go and do some hard-core tests?” I teased.
“Nope, I prefer this tutor,” Gerard stated, whilst yawning, loudly. “Anyway, my house is this way,”
- - -
We eventually arrived at his house, his parents didn’t even notice, which made my blood boil. Gerard told me to follow him downstairs, as his bedroom was the basement. He switched on the light, to reveal a wide range of space, with comics and albums and artwork littering the floor, posters peeling from the walls. He dumped himself on his bed, snuggling underneath the covers, like a cocoon.
“I like your room, and you seem to like your bed,” I laughed. Gerard nodded, then shushed me.
“Mikey is sleeping,” He spoke in a quiet voice.
“Shit, what is the time?” I mumbled, glancing at the watch plastered to my wrist.
“You can stay over the night,” Gerard queried. “Wait… Sorry if that sounds weird,” There was only a dim light in Gerard’s room, but his cheeks were like fire.
“Nope, it’s fine. You’re being kind. I’ll stay, but I won’t sleep.” I placed myself at the end of his bed, by his feet.
“I can’t sleep, sometimes,” Gerard whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Thoughts… All the things I’m bad at…And the thoughts are saying that no one likes me,” I heard Gerard snivel slightly. I laid down next to him, as strange as it looked, a tutor lying next to his student, sleeping over his student’s house… It was due to tutoring, there was always an explanation.
“Shh… People do like you,” I whispered, removing the hair from his eyes. I pulled him in for a hug, and he nuzzled up to me, and didn’t move away, his hands clutching the sides of my shirt, his eyes were closed and he made soft snoring sounds. He had fallen asleep when I hugged him. It was the cutest and sweetest thing ever. I wrapped my arms around him. I didn’t care; he was sleeping. I pressed my lips to his forehead, his skin soft, then shut my eyes myself, surprisingly, sleeping.

Notes

a/n: AW BYe