I'm not okay (Ferard) (teacher/Student)

I glanced at the clock and saw it was getting late. "Shoot Gerard, its getting late. Your parents are probably worried sick. You should probably get home." I said.
"Yeah, totally" Gerard said unenthusiastically, with a hint of sarcasm. I wonder why.
I gave him another hug and told him good job. I offered him a ride but he declined explaining he drove to school today. I walked him to his car and made sure he left safety before heading to my car, never ceasing to think about him.
I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his raven hair. Or to run you hands over other places. Down his sides and back to- NO. He is my student I can't think about him like this, I screamed at myself internally. I drove home, distracted. I just couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he get so engrossed to whatever he is doing. And the face he makes when he is concentrated on drawing. I wonder what he draw that he couldn't show me.
When I finally arrived I went inside and out all my stuff down, not able to concentrate on grading papers currently. I was exhausted from work all day, and just thinking about Gerard. The way his hair moves to cover his face when he is drawing. Again think about what it would feel like to touch it. Maybe, if I am really careful about it, he won't notice if I brush it back. it could be a natural joking this about him getting a hair cut. I could even say hippie! I am still contemplating how to touch his hair when I finally drift to sleep.

***********************************Next day***********
I woke up, tired but immediately energized thinking about seeing Gerard again. Then I remembered my plans and I got even more excited. I quickly got dressed in a polo shirt and some black skinny jeans.
I practically ran to my car, eager to get to school. When I got there, I saw Gerard and another person sitting at a table talking. The sight of the other guy making Gerard laugh was making me very jealous, but I let it go hearing his beautiful laugh. I never wanted it to end, but it did soon and I started wondering who this mystery man is. I walked over to them.
I saw Gerard recognize me and say, "Oh, Hi Mr. Iero."
"Hey Gerard. Who's this?" I asked trying to not let any jealousy leak into my voice.
"oh, this is my brother, Mikey." He replied. His brother? Well that's better than what I thought. I can't believe I was letting that get to me. He is my student for God's sake!
"Hey, if you want to, you could go to my classroom to wait or school to start, so you wouldn't have to wait outside." I couldn't help but offer.
"Yeah, sure." Gerard said perking up a little bit. Nothing happened with his brother, Mikey, he just got up and followed. I was wondering what got him into a bad attitude, this sort of poker face never left his expression. I didn't see the poker face go away, once. When it was tie for Mikey to go to his own classroom, he hugged Gerard and left.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, referring to his brother's poker face.
"Oh, no." Gerard said, "That is just how he looks. He has a never ending-"
"Poker face?" I finished.
"Yeah" Gerard smiled and giggled a little. This made me smile, hearing his laugh again. Other students started coming into the class and Gerard started sketching. I wonder what his long, artistic fingers would feel tangled in your hair. I started thinking impure thought again and I was getting turned on. The smirk on his face would be replaced by an open, moaning mouth. He would moan my name. I imagined. I could see his face, sweaty and I could practically feel his fingers-NO!!! He is my student. I was really turned on now, staring at Gerard. The classroom started to fill up and a took a drink of my water, trying to calm down. After a few minutes I decided I should start my class.
"Alright guys, do you have your math homework from yesterday?" I said
I saw Gerard look up at me, his beautiful eyes looking a little worried. I think back and remember forgetting to give him his homework. I went to my desk writing on a sticky note while the kids got their homework out.
I walked by and put it on Gerard's desk. The note said"
It's alright that you don't have the homework. I never gave it to you, you're exempt.
I looked back at Gerard and he looked at me, relieved and grateful. I motioned him to turn it over. He did,
but I still expect that art piece as soon as possible.
He looked up and I smiled at him. He smiled back a little as I settled the other kids down, to check the homework.

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