Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD’S P.O.V
The beaming sun shone from my window and hit me right in the eyes. I opened my eyes, focusing on my surroundings. I was wrapped in blankets and in Frank’s arms.
“Frank,” I whispered, glancing up from burying my face in his chest. He just made a grunting sound. “Hey, speak,” I poked his chest.
“Yes, Gerard?” His eyes opened to reveal his orbs, staring down at me.
“You’re comfortable, I think you should be my pillow forever,” I stated. A smile rose on Frank’s face.
“Oh, really?” Frank sat upright, leaning against my bed frame. His hair was slightly messed up. I wriggled next to him, also sitting up. “You’re really likeable, Gerard,”
My heart flipped at the sentence. I was dying to kiss him, seriously.
“I wish,” I sighed, slightly, just wanting to have him. He’ll probably think I’m some sort of weirdo if he realised what I was thinking right now. “Fuck, Frank.. You don’t understand,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.
“Hey, don’t cry…” Frank cuddled me, pulling me onto his lap and tangling his fingers in a thread of my hair. Bad idea. When people run their hands through my hair it’s a major turn on.
“Don’t do that,” I muttered, removing his hands from my hair. “Please,”
Frank appeared apologetic.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know… I’m sorry, I’m…” He moved away from me, so far away that his side was pressed up against the wall, like I had some kind of virus.
“No! Please, don’t leave me…” I whimpered, pulling my knees up to my face and clutching my legs tightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,”
Frank looked hesitant to even come close to me. I sighed, extremely loudly, throwing the duvet off of me, my clothes creased from yesterday.
“Why do I always mess things up?” I hissed, kicking my wardrobe door. Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist. Fuck that is so fricking cute. I spun around, smiling to see Frank, I squeezed him tightly.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“It’s fine…” Frank grinned. Frank probably did this to his students all the time, it’s probably what the school did to children like me, hugged them. They knew how I worked, I liked people giving me affection, it made me feel as if I was someone.
“I just… Don’t run your hands through my hair,” I wriggled my nose in dislike.
“Why not?” We had separated, and I was collecting items from my floor. My cheeks flushed red.
“Because…It, um… It’s…It… How do I put this?” I gnawed on my lip, nervously, stacking my comics, neatly. “I like it when people do that… I like it too much… It, err, turns me on…” I felt the blush creep up my neck. I was shocked to find Frank smirking, devilishly, like he wanted to do that. I felt butterflies invade my stomach. But, then his face went back to normal, casual expression, maybe I imagined it all. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, because it’s what I wished he would do. Yeah, probably.
- - -
I couldn’t focus today, especially in music. Frank was attempting to teach me guitar.
“I suck at guitar,” I announced, tugging the beautifully created instrument on my lap, watching Frank in awe play it, perfectly.
“Right,” He began tutoring me, but it was what he said, later on.
“Yes. You handle the D like this… Yes, quick movement, nice work on the hands.” Frank was speaking about the D chord but…
My mind just went to a place I didn’t even know could get that dirty. My cheeks were flaming; I strained to cover it with my hair, although it was so obvious.
“Gerard, are you okay? You look a bit hot,” Frank commented.
“Yeah, um… Err, I’m f-fine, j-just…F-fine,” I stuttered, which, of course, made it even worse.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want to go outside for a bit? I could come,” Frank offered.
“Um,” I paused, holding my breath. “I’m fine,”
“You sure?” Frank looked honestly concerned.
“Y-yeah, it-it’s okay,” I mentally face-palmed myself.
“Seriously? We don’t have to learn guitar…” Frank took the instrument from me.
“Err, o-okay,” I bit my lip, nervously. “I…”
“I think you should take a little break… Do you need some water?” Frank prompted me.
“I’m fine,” I managed to find my voice, it was firm. I cleared my throat. “I’m fine, now.”
- - -
I darted down a corridor, when a firm, strong hand halted me. I swallowed, hard, adverting my eyes from the floor to see Jeremy.
“Hi,” I whispered, praying that Frank would come out of his classroom, as I was just in front of it.
“Hello, twat,” He muttered. “I see you’ve recovered from our last performance,” Jeremy hissed, looking me up and down with disgust. I gulped, again, staring, pleadingly at the small window in the door to Frank, who was standing there.
“FRANK!” I yelled, at the top of my lungs, Jeremy slammed me against the wall, holding me up by my throat, so my legs were dangling down. He punched me repeatedly in the face, therefore, blood spilled from my split lip again. The door to Frank’s room swung open.
“JEREMY!” Frank roared, shoving him off of me, forcefully, making Jeremy wince slightly. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“What are you going to do about it?” Jeremy sneered. Frank’s eyes darkened with anger, pushing Jeremy on the floor, he landed on his butt.
“Why don’t you go, run, before I get the head tutor to expel you.” Frank spoke in a highly sarcastic voice and watched Jeremy as he fled. “I will anyway,” Frank added, then turned to me.
“Are you okay!?” He queried, his eyes latching onto my cut lip. “I should’ve walked you to the toilets,”
“It’s fine,” I muttered, shuddering slightly.
“It’s not fine, that kid is an idiot,” Frank scowled, stepping forwards, and wiping the dripping blood from my lip with his finger, slowly. He probably felt my lower lip tremble, and me shiver with pleasure, because I did it so obviously. His hand dropped to his side and my eyes slid to his face.
“Thank you,” I breathed. “For helping,”
“It’s my pleasure… God, I’m so stupid… I shouldn’t of left you alone,” Frank muttered.
“It’s fine, sir, seriously,” We were in school, I had to call him ‘sir’, however, I only shouted ‘Frank’, so Frank would know it’s me.
“It’s not…” Frank sighed. “I hope you’re okay, do come in,” Frank stepped aside and I entered the classroom.
“Oh, sir,” I twisted my body around to Frank who was shutting his door again.
“Yes, Gerard?” His eyes remained on me.
“Thank you. For everything,” I headed to my seat the back.
- - -
“Hello?” I answered my phone. “Mikey! Why are you calling me?”
“I just wanted to see how you were, I haven’t seen you in ages because of that stupid extra tutoring,” Mikey stated.
“Shh!” I hissed, glancing at Frank who was cocking an eyebrow, questioningly. “I’ll be back tomorrow, as it’s the weekend. Bob, Ray and Pete can all come over to sleep and we’ll eat… I’ll tell you all about how boring my new school is,”
“Boring?” Frank echoed.
“Boring,” I smirked, at Frank, confirming it.
“I’m offended,” Frank scoffed, jokingly. I rolled my eyes and resumed to listen to Mikey.
“That sounds cool… I’m thinking should I ask…”
“Pete to go on a date with you? Yes!” I interrupted.
“Pete?” Frank raised his eyebrows, again. I shot him an annoyed look.
“Do you think he’ll say yes? Oh, and have you found any certain guys that you like the look of?” Mikey cooed. My cheeks went a dark, deep, red. Frank probably now knows I’m gay.
“Err..” I stammered. “Well, yeah…Well, actually no. Sort of. No, not really. Actually, what!? Urgh, it’s complicated.” I laughed, shakily.
“Tell me on the weekend…” Mikey urged me.
“The guys can come over on Saturday, because on Sunday Frank has to come over… In the afternoon, though, so they can still sleep.” I bit my lip, glancing at Frank who was nodding, whilst rummaging through his wardrobe.
“So… I’m going to have to meet your tutor?” Mikey guessed.
“Well, yeah.” I itched the side of my face. “Anyway, I’ve got to go, see you later, Mikes,” And with that, I hung up.
“You find the school boring, huh? Why’s that? Am I a boring tutor?” Frank mocked.
“No,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I find school itself boring, not you.”
“That’s good…” Frank smiled.
“What exactly did you hear in that conversation?” My voice shook, slightly, I was wondering how the hell Frank was going to react to me being gay…
“Oh, just, y’know that your brother has a huge crush on this guy named Pete and that you’re going to have a sleep-over,”
“‘Sleepover?’ You make it sound so childish,” I replied. “Anything else?”
“And that your brother asked you if you liked any guys,” He seemed to empathise on the word ‘guys’, but maybe that was just my imagination, I was imagining a lot recently… Like imagining Frank run his fingers through my hair, and pin me against the wall, pressing his body against mine whilst kissing me, hungrily and telling me that I was-
“Gerard?! Hello!?” Frank comically waved a hand in front of my face. I blushed.
“S-sorry,” I glanced down at my lap. “I was just thinking…”
“I could see that…” Frank stifled a laugh. I bit my nails, nervously. My mind still wondering to other places.

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