Cemetery Drive

Frank pulled his arm out the teacher's grip and rolled his sleeve down, not daring to even look at Gerard.
"Frank," Gerard started, still looking at Frank.
"What happened?" his grabbed Frank's wrist, stopping him from leaving. The student tugged away from him, but failed to get out his grip.
"Frank," the teacher pulled his student back, forcing Frank to look at him.
"Did someone do this to you?" Frank felt tears coming. He couldn't answer the question. The student shook his head gently and looked down at his feet, unable to look at his teacher anymore. Gerard bit his lip nervously, suddenly aware of who did this.
"Did you do it, Frank?" he watched Frank nod slightly. He was lost for words, he couldn't even thing straight. He grabbed Frank by the shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. The student wrapped his arms around Gerard's waist and cried into his chest. Gerard couldn't think of anything to say. He wanted to ask why he had done it, but knew that wouldn't help the situation one bit.
"I read your files... about your previous schools," Gerard whispered , not daring to talk any louder. Frank quickly pulled away from is teacher and looked up at him. His eyes were wide and blood shot from crying.
"Your forth school... what happened, I-" Gerard was interrupted by Frank clearing his throat to speak.
"I'd rather not talk about it, really" the student said in a quiet voice. Gerard nodded but carried on.
"I just wanted to know why you, you know..?" Frank sighed and leant against the desk, and stared down at their feet.
"I guess everything just got too much," Frank looked up at his teacher, their eyes finally met and they suddenly became mesmerised by each other.
"Tell me about it..." Gerard whispered as he slowly leant towards his student. Frank tensed up when he felt the teacher's hair tickle his neck.
"S-Sir?" Frank stuttered when he felt his teacher's breath hit his neck. Gerard's hands landed on the desk, either side of Frank's thighs.
"You fascinate me, Frank.. everything about you is so.. so.." Gerard's lips brushed against Frank's neck, sending an electric shiver through the student's body. He shuddered and bit his lip ring nervously.
"You captivate me," his voice was low and quiet, as if speaking any louder would ruin the moment. He pressed a gentle kiss on his student's neck, feeling fireworks explode in his chest.
"Hmf, Sir...S-Sir," Frank started to squirm, trying to get away. Gerard's hands slipped onto Frank's thighs, holding them down on the desk to stop him squirming. The teacher bit Frank's neck lightly.
"Mr Way," Frank whined and pushed his hands against Gerard's chest. The teacher jumped back when he was suddenly aware of what he was doing.
"F-Frank, i'm so sorry," the teacher felt shame flood through him. Frank gulped roughly and jumped when he heard the door open.
"Hey Gee," Ray stepped in and looked at the student and then at Gerard.
"Oh sorry, i'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Ray looked at the embarrassed student.
"N-No," Gerard finally answered. Ray smiled and stepped closer to his friend.
"We still on for tonight?" Gerard smirked and shook his head.
"You're making it sound like a date, man," Ray punched Gerard lightly in the arm.
"You know what I mean," Ray teased and glanced at Frank, who had shuffled off the desk and was now awkwardly watching the two men talk.
"Yeah, of course we are," Ray nodded and said a brief 'cya' to Gerard before leaving the room. Gerard started to clear his desk, but soon stopped when he heard Frank talking.
"When I was seven, my dad left. I woke up one morning, and the house was empty. It was just me. I remember being terrified that my parents had left me, but my mum finally came home, she was crying. I asked her where dad was and she told me he had gone away for a bit, that I would see him soon. For a few months after that, she would disappear almost everyday for hours, she'd leave me alone in the house. I don't know where she went, I still don't, but she would always come home crying. One day she didn't come back, I thought she had left me. But the next day she was home, and she couldn't stop crying. She didn't stop crying for days, weeks in fact..." Frank kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke. He felt tears in his eyes as he remembered back to the days and nights he stayed up with his mum, trying to stop her crying.
"She told me he was gone for good, i was never going to see him again, but i don't believe that, i'm sure if i searched for him, i could find him. But why would i want to find him? Why would i want to find the man that left us? That made my mum cry for weeks... for months?" Frank blinked the tears back but knew he would have to give into them soon.
"That's why after i tried to...to commit, she's been so protective. She thought she was going to lose me. Since then, she hasn't even shouted at me, even when I've done bad shit. Before she moved me here, i'd go out and get drunk and come home like, four hours after she was expecting me to, but even then she didn't shout. It's like she's scared i'll break into a million pieces, i'm not glass. I'm still me, but she sees me differently now. She tried to make me go to a therapist, but i refused. I've been terrified of them since..." Just then Frank gave up and let the tears flow down his cheeks. He let out a whimper and felt his knees shake frantically. Thinking back to it hurt him too much and he couldn't even say what happened. Frank felt his knees give way, but Gerard quickly wrapped his arms around the student, stopping him from hitting the floor. He gently moved onto the floor and allowed Frank to hold onto him like a small child.
"Frank, shh, Frank it's okay, you don't have to talk about it," the teacher stroked his hand over Frank's hair, attempting to calm the student down. He felt Frank tremble as he finally started to calm down. He slightly moved away from his teacher and wiped his tears off his face with his sleeve.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he pushed himself off the floor.
"Frank," Gerard grabbed Frank's wrist and pulled him closer. He pressed his forehead against the student's.
"Promise me something?" he watched Frank's eyes move up until they met his.
"Hmm.."
"Promise me, if you ever have a problem with anything, instead of taking it out on yourself, come talk to me?" the teacher watched Frank nod lightly. A smile spread across Frank's face. He suddenly wasn't alone.
"And also, stick with Mikey and Brendon. They're good guys.." Gerard added. He knew Frank would be perfectly okay if he stayed friends with Mikey and Brendon. Frank nodded again. Gerard smiled and pulled away from the student. They bother grabbed their bags and started walking to the door. Just as Frank placed his hand on the door handle, Gerard's hand settled on top. Frank quickly looked up at his teacher, whose face had turned bright red.
"S-Sorry," Gerard laughed nervously as he pulled his hand away. They wandered out the front doors of the school and went their separate ways. Gerard glanced over his shoulder to see Frank walking away. He let out a sigh as he climbed into his car. What just happened? He leant back in the seat and closed his eyes, remembering the way Frank tensed up as just under his touch.
"Ugh," Gerard remembered the rush that coursed through him as he pressed small kisses onto Frank's neck.
"Why him?" Gerard moaned to himself as he started the car. Why a student? Why Frank?

Notes

Whoa, long chapter. But yeah, sorry the kinda delayed update. I hope it's okay.
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