Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD’S P.O.V
I woke up, in the morning, at 5am. It was really early, and Frank was still sleeping. He’s…Beautiful. His short, jet black hair was slightly messed up, and he had a little smile on his face, like his dream was good. His arms were wrapped around me. I buried my face in his chest, taking in his pleasant scent.
“Frank,” I whispered to myself, it was sort of a plead for love from him. I need him so much. I want him so much. I love him so much.
“Why are you awake so early?” Frank yawned, his eyes flickering open.
“Not my fault,” I bit my lip, suddenly nervous and cautious that he heard me saying his name. My cheeks shone a light pink.
“Are you okay?” Frank’s fingers grazed my skin as he removed strands of hair from my face. I smiled up at him.
“I’m fine… You always make me feel better anyway,” I mumbled, cheesy, I know.
“That made my day,” Frank grinned back at me. “Shit, thank god you woke me up! I have to get home and get changed, it’s Monday…”
“Oh, yeah, it’s school…” I said, dumbly. “No wonder why I woke up, early… I’ll see you later then,” I stared at the floor, not moving from his embrace.
“I guess I still have a little more time,” Frank murmured, his grip tightening on me. I nuzzled into his shoulder and closed my eyes again.
“Yay,”
- - -
Frank disappeared, shortly after, and I strode around my room, getting changed for school. I was finished, already, and I heard a quiet knock on my basement/bedroom door. I swung it open to reveal Mikey.
“Hi, Mikes, come in,” He was, up, but not changed and he trundled around in my room then plonked himself on my bed. I twisted on my heel, facing him.
“I just want to get this straight, please, do not, whatever you do, tell Mr Iero that-”
“You completely want to get in his pants? Well, that’s obvious,” Mikey rolled his eyes.
“No, Mikey, seriously. If he found out, I could be put in jail, I’m old enough. The fine would be high, and Mr Iero could be done for sexual offenses even if he didn’t do anything and it was just all me. Seriously, this is serious.” My voice was firm.
“I know, I know, Gerard. I know all the crime and punishment shit that comes along with fancying the hots of your tutor,” Mikey rolled his eyes. “Look, Gerard, I’m not going to tell anyone, don’t you worry. It’s probably just a tiny crush, you’ll get over it,” Mikey patted my back. I knew Mikey wouldn’t understand what I felt for Gerard.
“Plus,” Mikey continued bleating on about how I would get over it and I’m probably just mixed up in my emotions as per usual. I sighed, loudly, when he left.
- - -
I seated myself in my usual seat, at the back of the class. I yawned, quietly, then studied Frank as he strode in, placing himself in his seat in front of the desk.
“Hey, Gerard!” One of the students, named Mickey, whispered sharply to me. Mickey had bright, flaming red hair, however, he had a nice shaped face, with smooth skin. He was pretty good-looking, I had to admit, but he was a complete dumbass, and Frank was far better. “The head master told me to hand you this note, he thinks you’d suit the job!”
“Thanks, Mick,” I smiled, warmly at the guy and he nodded in return. I unfolded the note, I could feel Frank’s eyes bore into me, but I ignored them. The note said that there was a new student, called Bert McCracken, who needed showing around, and he thought it would be good if I did as I was new. I rolled my eyes, unwillingly as it stated he’d be knocking on Frank’s classroom door in lesson 1, which was this lesson. Like I summoned it, the knock settled on the door.
“Could I borrow Gerard Way, please, Mr Iero?” The head master instructed. The head master was bald, with huge, bright blue sapphire eyes, and wrinkles all over his face. Frank appeared ever-so puzzled, and his eyes dashed between me and the head master.
“Err, okay,” Frank itched the back of his head, and I swear I saw him sigh, loudly, and roll his eyes, but maybe I was mistaken. I dragged my body to the front and leaned against the door frame.
“So,” The head master began, the door was still slightly open to Frank’s classroom.
“Hm,” I mumbled.
“This is Bert McCracken, a new student. Bert, this is Gerard. You will NOT be in the same class, but, Gerard will show you around. Get to know each other. Thank you.” The head master sauntered off. I glanced up from my shoes to see the guy with pretty long, straight but tangled, dark brown hair and a crooked smile.
“Hey,” Bert’s voice was quite smooth.
“Hi, so, that is obviously my classroom,” I pointed inside the room, where my eyes followed to see Frank spinning in his chair. I wished I was in there instead.
- - -
I soon presented Bert the whole school, it was a tiny school compared to my last one, so it was done quickly. We took hurried strides down the corridor leading to Frank’s room.
“Anyway,” I awkwardly stared at the door. I wasn’t good at talking to people I didn’t know.
“Thank you for showing me around, what music do you like? Plus, I like your hair,” Bert gestured to my long locks of black hair.
“Thanks,” I laughed, nervously as I halted in front of Frank’s classroom. “And I like, Smashing Pumpkins, Misfits, Iron Maiden, Black Flag… Stuff like that. Rock, basically.” My eyes followed where I’d usually walk to Frank’s desk. His eyes were on Bert and I, and a strange expression that I hadn’t seen in his face before was shown. I couldn’t work out what the feeling was. “This is my class, I’ll see you around,”
“Okay, but… Here’s my number if you need anything, maybe we can hang out after school today or something, and you seem pretty cool… My band are doing a gig tonight, so if you want to come here are the details for that, you can, of course, come back stage,” Bert’s hand was like lighting writing down the facts and figures. He shoved the scrunched piece of paper in my hand, nodded a goodbye, and left. The bell squealed for break, and the students poured out from Frank’s classroom. I strode inside and sat down on my usual desk. There was a deafening silence as Frank sat himself at his desk.
“I guess we’re not doing extra tutoring today,” Frank muttered. My eyebrows crumpled together in confusion.
“No, we still are? I never said I’d go to that gig or hang out with him,” I stated.
“Yeah, well, you seem like best friends,” Frank’s voice was sickening, really.
“…Sorry, sir?” I shrank into my seat, feeling as small as anything. I felt the tears prickling in my eyes, my throat went dry. Frank’s eyes met mine, for a brief moment, and neither of us looked away.
“Sorry, it’s my fault, I’m being a little ratty today,” Frank laughed, and I grinned.
“Its fine,” I mused, and then got up, leaning on Frank’s desk slightly. “I know you said not to say thank you, but, I don’t really care… Thank you. For yesterday night.”
Frank’s lips curled into a genuine smile.
“It’s my pleasure, I’ve told you that,” Frank whispered.
“So, are we doing the extra tutoring around mine or yours?” I questioned.
“I can’t do around mine, today, unfortunately, but tomorrow will be suitable, so yours today,” Frank replied, fiddling with his pencil before placing it in-between his lips and grinding on it with his teeth. I gulped, hard, biting my lip. I attempted not to show too much that he was completely and utterly turning me on, however, my cheeks always went a dark red whenever I was, therefore, Frank noticed, and he raised a fine eyebrow, questioningly.
“Are you okay?” He spoke with the pencil in his mouth. I dug my fingernails into the wooden desk, almost causing my nails to bleed.
“Nope,” I gasped, unable to tear my eyes away from that damn pencil.
“What’s up?” Frank’s eyes studied my crimson face for clues, his eyes dropped to my hands, which were clutching the desk. What was I going to say?
“Um, can I borrow a…Pencil for the rest of the day?” I queried. DUMB THING TO SAY. Frank looked puzzled, then the realisation set in. Uh, oh.
“Is that what you were going red about?” An amused smirk played on his lips. My cheeks went a darker colour. He stood up, facing me, handing me the pencil that had been in his mouth. “You have an inappropriate mind, Mr Way,” Frank shook his head, although his smile was still there.
Wait, he didn’t realise that I was going bright red because I was getting turned on; he just thought I was going red because I was immature and thinking dirtily? I guess that was the better way, I guess. I strode to my desk and placed the pencil on it, feeling a little calmer. I spun around and Frank was right next to me.
“What do you want to do for the extra tutoring then?” Frank placed himself on top of the desk next to me.
“Anything… You always help me,” I replied. Frank grinned, happily.
“How about… Have you got any problems?” Frank asked.
“Yes,” I spoke quick.
“Well, you can talk to me about them after school, and we can work on them,” Frank nodded, returning to his desk. The bell announced that break was over. The problems I have sprung to mind. The fear of getting found and beaten up again, the fear of my anxiety getting too much, the worry that Frank would think me just as one of those other students and… The worst, and best, problem, the fact I was in love with my tutor – now, that does have serious consequences.

Notes

a/n: and bert mccracken enters the scene o h