You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 5
You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want.
Chapter 5
"For fucks sake!" I shouted, slamming my phone down on the counter in the kitchen.
"What's with all the smashing around back here?" Mikey's head appeared from around the kitchen doorway looking at me quizzically.
"Just someone I stupidly gave my number to by accident won't stop texting me." I muttered, sipping at my coffee.
"Oh right, well don't break anything, shove it in one of the cupboards if it's bothering you that much!" Mikey gestured towards the phone before turning and walking back to the TV.
"Hey sir, it's Frank again, I was just wondering if you wanted me to bring anything on Saturday? Thanks xxx"
I glared down at my phones screen. What the hell was that kid doing sending me x's? Hadn't he realised I'm his teacher not his girlfriend?
Throughout the school day, I went through my usual routine of avoiding the small boy that had become so fond of me. At lunch he tried to stay with me as I ate but I made up the excuse I had a meeting I had to go to and couldn't avoid. Quite frankly I was amazed he didn't burst out in tears from the face he pulled when I had walked out of my classroom and left him by himself.
Finally it was the end of the week and I had tried to forget all about Frank by drinking my way through half the cans of beer in the fridge. When I had woken up on Saturday my head had ached slightly but nothing a few paracetamols couldn't cure. I only realised the time when Mikey eventually had to leave for work at 11am leaving me with full control over the TV for a change. After I had changed into my usual black skinny jeans and one of my many band shirts, I poured myself yet another bowl of cereal - this time for lunch. Whilst flicking through the various channels on the TV after cleaning my bowl and spoon away, someone had begun to knock rather loudly on the front door. At first I was utterly confused as to who it could be but then realised that it was 2pm ... the time I had told Frank to come over. Begrudgingly I opened the front door to see Frank stood on the door mat.
"Hi!" He grinned up at me before I stood back allowing him to enter my home. Slowly, he walked through into the living room, sitting down nervously on the sofa in the same place I had previously been sat in.
"Make yourself at home." I laughed, watching as Frank awkwardly smiled at me whilst I sat down next to him.
"Have you been drinking?" He asked suddenly. Perplexed, I cocked my head and looked at him. "It's just, well I can smell beer and it makes me nervous." He muttered, beginning to fiddle with his skeleton gloves.
"Well, I had some cans last night but nothing out of the ordinary," I mumbled, "anyway, tutoring, what do you want?" I hastily changed the topic so as to not broach the topic of what Mikey had named my "alcohol problems". At first Frank looked utterly terrified like I had asked him what the origin of the universe was rather than a simple tutoring question.
"Um well, stuff I suppose." He mumbled, returning to fiddling with his gloves. I sighed, leaning back into my seat on the sofa.
"What do you want Frank? Honestly? Please just tell me because I don't know how much more of this I can take." I spoke calmly, more for my sake than his. Once again Frank looked utterly terrified. His mouth moved but no sound came out making him resemble something like a pet goldfish.
"I ... I." he began to stutter.
"Breathe Frank, I'm not going to scream at you or anything." I smiled calmly, trying to make Frank less terrified and more relaxed.
"I ... I, Mr Way ... Gerard." He paused for a short while seeming as though he was trying to find the correct words for what he wanted to say. "I don't know what to do ... I don't think I'm, in fact I know I'm not supposed to feel like this but ... well ..." he paused once more, finally looking away from his gloves and staring at me instead, "I love you." he whispered, fear prevalent in his voice. I sighed. "What's wrong?" He whispered, staring at me in worry as I shifted my weight around.
"Frank. If you were 5 years older then I'd jump on you right now but, you're not. You're a kid Frank. I'm your fucking teacher for gods sake, I could get fired just for you being here right now." I explained, crossing legs so as to look less formal.
"I'm fucking 18 in 5 more months! In 5 months I'll be an adult Gerard! And ... and I can't help the way I feel and you know what, I'm sick of people treating me like some dumb little kid. I might not be the brightest person on the planet but I'm sure of this - I love you." He whispered his final sentence, tears beginning to form in his saddened eyes.
"Oh jeez Frank, don't cry," I ran my hands through my hair, "look Frank, come back to me in 6 months, maybe then, well maybe then something could happen because legally I could be with you because you'd have left school but right now, nothing can happen. I'd get put in prison for fucks sake Frank! And god knows what people would think about you!" I exclaimed, beginning to suddenly worry about what people would think about Frank if people knew how he felt about me.
"Gerard, I don't want you in 6 months, I want you now." And with that, Frank moved with some speed I didn't even know he had so that his face was directly in front of mine. His glistening brown eyes stared into my dark coffee coloured ones, seeming as though he was trying to read something from them. "Just say if you want me to stop Gerard." He smiled sweetly at me and I watched as he moved his hands towards my face, pulling my lips closer and closer to his until I could feel his hot breath in my mouth. I knew it was wrong but I wanted it so badly. Slowly, I felt him wrap his legs around my waist and pull me close so our chests were touching.
"Frank ..." I mumbled into the kiss, hesitantly he stopped and pulled back to look at me with a worried expression on his face. "We really shouldn't be doing this." I muttered, staring down at his soft pale lips before deciding that I simply didn't care anymore. I wanted Frank. So I was going to have him. Without a second thought I held his face in between my hands and placed my lips upon his carefully. I felt him smile as he realised I was giving in to what I knew I wanted; him. Slowly Frank moved his lips away from my mouth and down the side of my face planting hungry kisses until he reached my neck where he slowly bit and sucked at my pale white skin. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his hand glide across my crotch. Something must have clicked to make him realise I'd moaned because of his hand and he placed it gingerly where my hardening member lay. I grinned, throwing my head back onto the sofa and entwining my hands in Frank's short, spiked hair. Frank brought his lips back to mine and began to kiss me more hungrily this time, finally allowing my tongue to venture into his mouth. As he pressed himself closer against me I felt his own hardening member rub against my chest which fuelled my hungry kisses even more. Reluctantly I pulled away from the kiss and laughed as Frank's face fell. "Don't worry, it's okay I'm not going anywhere." I grinned as I felt him relax. Cautiously I pulled him down so we were lying on the sofa, my hot breath panting on his face as I leaned over him. "So much to do, so little time." I muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, returning to hungrily biting my neck.
"My brother, Mikey, he's going to be home in a few hours and well, he doesn't know about your so called tutoring." I mumbled, stroking Frank's now ruffled hair.
"Well, we'll just have to speed up a bit then won't we?" I felt him smile before he pulled away - this time I was the one left looking worried and confused. Before I could utter a word Frank had pulled off his gloves and removed his shirt from his chest allowing his pale skin to be revealed. I grinned before pulling away my own shirt to reveal the soft scars hidden beneath my clothing. At first Frank looked genuinely curious but then worry washed over his face. "Did you ... are those ..." he stared up into my eyes with pure worry. I simply nodded and looked away, ashamed. Gingerly, Frank raised his hand and moved my face back so that I was looking down at him once again. "Never hurt yourself again Gerard. Never. You're perfect just the way you are and I don't want you to hurt yourself." He whispered softly before pulling my face towards his and locking our mouths together once again. Somehow he managed to switch places with me so that he was now leaning over me, still kissing my neck feverishly. Gently he moved his head and began to plant soft kisses away from my neck and down my pale, scarred chest further and further towards my crotch. When he reached the material of my jeans he didn't stop but merely kissed the soft fabric above my crotch which caused me to release a loud, long uncontrollable moan of pleasure. Carefully I felt him pull down the metal zipper and undo my belt. I aided him in removing my jeans and returned the favour immediately. As he pressed himself against me I felt our hardening members rub together and felt him moan into our kiss as our mouths locked. Smiling, Frank moved his hand from the top of my chest painfully slowly downwards till he was fiddling with the top of my boxers. Impatiently I bit his bottom lip, trying to somehow give him the courage to carry on without saying anything ... it worked. Carefully he slid his hand inside my boxers and took hold of me, squeezing softly and making me moan into his mouth. As he pulled my boxers away I moved my hands up and down his back and eventually began to play with his boxers. He bit my bottom lip playfully willing me on like I had with him. As I remembered Mikey would be home within a mere couple of hours I pulled Frank's boxers away and threw them onto the floor near where my own had been discarded. Frank raised himself up so he was sat above my knees and looked down at me smiling. I smiled back, staring into his chocolate brown eyes and raised my hand so I could stroke his cheek softly.
"I love you Frank." I whispered softly, smiling up at him.
"I love you too Gerard." He smiled back before kissing me passionately on my warm, wet lips. Cautiously I raised myself up as well so I was now leaning against the back of the sofa for extra support. Carefully, Frank pulled away from the kiss and instead danced his fingertips across my waist, moving lower until he reached my ever hardening member. I moaned softly as he grabbed hold of me once more and slid my hand across to take hold of him, I chuckled softly as he moaned louder than I had. As I slowly began to move my hand up and down him I pulled his face closer with my free hand to plant my lips upon his. I felt him whimper softly into my mouth and he began to move his hand up and down me. I felt Frank smile as he realised I had completely given in to my feelings for him. Just to make him really smile, I squeezed him softly in my hand and he took a sharp intake of breath, grinning madly and beginning to pant slightly. He moved his hand up and down myself faster and tighter till I was panting along with him. Eventually I felt his breathing become more hitched whilst I moved my hand gradually faster. Finally his breathing became shorter and faster until he whimpered into my mouth and I felt his body give way as he let out a loud moan of pure pleasure as he came in my hand. Amazingly he kept moving his own hand up and down me until (not to soon after him) I threw my head back in ecstasy against the sofa and came in his hand. His weak body collapsed against mine as we lay there panting, trying to recover as quickly as possible and failing. After a short while of sitting in silence (the only sounds to be heard our alternating pants) I raised my head so I could look down at Frank who had curled up against my chest. Tenderly, I stroked his slightly damp, ruffled hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I love you Frank." I whispered softly into his ear.
Chapter 5
"For fucks sake!" I shouted, slamming my phone down on the counter in the kitchen.
"What's with all the smashing around back here?" Mikey's head appeared from around the kitchen doorway looking at me quizzically.
"Just someone I stupidly gave my number to by accident won't stop texting me." I muttered, sipping at my coffee.
"Oh right, well don't break anything, shove it in one of the cupboards if it's bothering you that much!" Mikey gestured towards the phone before turning and walking back to the TV.
"Hey sir, it's Frank again, I was just wondering if you wanted me to bring anything on Saturday? Thanks xxx"
I glared down at my phones screen. What the hell was that kid doing sending me x's? Hadn't he realised I'm his teacher not his girlfriend?
Throughout the school day, I went through my usual routine of avoiding the small boy that had become so fond of me. At lunch he tried to stay with me as I ate but I made up the excuse I had a meeting I had to go to and couldn't avoid. Quite frankly I was amazed he didn't burst out in tears from the face he pulled when I had walked out of my classroom and left him by himself.
Finally it was the end of the week and I had tried to forget all about Frank by drinking my way through half the cans of beer in the fridge. When I had woken up on Saturday my head had ached slightly but nothing a few paracetamols couldn't cure. I only realised the time when Mikey eventually had to leave for work at 11am leaving me with full control over the TV for a change. After I had changed into my usual black skinny jeans and one of my many band shirts, I poured myself yet another bowl of cereal - this time for lunch. Whilst flicking through the various channels on the TV after cleaning my bowl and spoon away, someone had begun to knock rather loudly on the front door. At first I was utterly confused as to who it could be but then realised that it was 2pm ... the time I had told Frank to come over. Begrudgingly I opened the front door to see Frank stood on the door mat.
"Hi!" He grinned up at me before I stood back allowing him to enter my home. Slowly, he walked through into the living room, sitting down nervously on the sofa in the same place I had previously been sat in.
"Make yourself at home." I laughed, watching as Frank awkwardly smiled at me whilst I sat down next to him.
"Have you been drinking?" He asked suddenly. Perplexed, I cocked my head and looked at him. "It's just, well I can smell beer and it makes me nervous." He muttered, beginning to fiddle with his skeleton gloves.
"Well, I had some cans last night but nothing out of the ordinary," I mumbled, "anyway, tutoring, what do you want?" I hastily changed the topic so as to not broach the topic of what Mikey had named my "alcohol problems". At first Frank looked utterly terrified like I had asked him what the origin of the universe was rather than a simple tutoring question.
"Um well, stuff I suppose." He mumbled, returning to fiddling with his gloves. I sighed, leaning back into my seat on the sofa.
"What do you want Frank? Honestly? Please just tell me because I don't know how much more of this I can take." I spoke calmly, more for my sake than his. Once again Frank looked utterly terrified. His mouth moved but no sound came out making him resemble something like a pet goldfish.
"I ... I." he began to stutter.
"Breathe Frank, I'm not going to scream at you or anything." I smiled calmly, trying to make Frank less terrified and more relaxed.
"I ... I, Mr Way ... Gerard." He paused for a short while seeming as though he was trying to find the correct words for what he wanted to say. "I don't know what to do ... I don't think I'm, in fact I know I'm not supposed to feel like this but ... well ..." he paused once more, finally looking away from his gloves and staring at me instead, "I love you." he whispered, fear prevalent in his voice. I sighed. "What's wrong?" He whispered, staring at me in worry as I shifted my weight around.
"Frank. If you were 5 years older then I'd jump on you right now but, you're not. You're a kid Frank. I'm your fucking teacher for gods sake, I could get fired just for you being here right now." I explained, crossing legs so as to look less formal.
"I'm fucking 18 in 5 more months! In 5 months I'll be an adult Gerard! And ... and I can't help the way I feel and you know what, I'm sick of people treating me like some dumb little kid. I might not be the brightest person on the planet but I'm sure of this - I love you." He whispered his final sentence, tears beginning to form in his saddened eyes.
"Oh jeez Frank, don't cry," I ran my hands through my hair, "look Frank, come back to me in 6 months, maybe then, well maybe then something could happen because legally I could be with you because you'd have left school but right now, nothing can happen. I'd get put in prison for fucks sake Frank! And god knows what people would think about you!" I exclaimed, beginning to suddenly worry about what people would think about Frank if people knew how he felt about me.
"Gerard, I don't want you in 6 months, I want you now." And with that, Frank moved with some speed I didn't even know he had so that his face was directly in front of mine. His glistening brown eyes stared into my dark coffee coloured ones, seeming as though he was trying to read something from them. "Just say if you want me to stop Gerard." He smiled sweetly at me and I watched as he moved his hands towards my face, pulling my lips closer and closer to his until I could feel his hot breath in my mouth. I knew it was wrong but I wanted it so badly. Slowly, I felt him wrap his legs around my waist and pull me close so our chests were touching.
"Frank ..." I mumbled into the kiss, hesitantly he stopped and pulled back to look at me with a worried expression on his face. "We really shouldn't be doing this." I muttered, staring down at his soft pale lips before deciding that I simply didn't care anymore. I wanted Frank. So I was going to have him. Without a second thought I held his face in between my hands and placed my lips upon his carefully. I felt him smile as he realised I was giving in to what I knew I wanted; him. Slowly Frank moved his lips away from my mouth and down the side of my face planting hungry kisses until he reached my neck where he slowly bit and sucked at my pale white skin. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his hand glide across my crotch. Something must have clicked to make him realise I'd moaned because of his hand and he placed it gingerly where my hardening member lay. I grinned, throwing my head back onto the sofa and entwining my hands in Frank's short, spiked hair. Frank brought his lips back to mine and began to kiss me more hungrily this time, finally allowing my tongue to venture into his mouth. As he pressed himself closer against me I felt his own hardening member rub against my chest which fuelled my hungry kisses even more. Reluctantly I pulled away from the kiss and laughed as Frank's face fell. "Don't worry, it's okay I'm not going anywhere." I grinned as I felt him relax. Cautiously I pulled him down so we were lying on the sofa, my hot breath panting on his face as I leaned over him. "So much to do, so little time." I muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, returning to hungrily biting my neck.
"My brother, Mikey, he's going to be home in a few hours and well, he doesn't know about your so called tutoring." I mumbled, stroking Frank's now ruffled hair.
"Well, we'll just have to speed up a bit then won't we?" I felt him smile before he pulled away - this time I was the one left looking worried and confused. Before I could utter a word Frank had pulled off his gloves and removed his shirt from his chest allowing his pale skin to be revealed. I grinned before pulling away my own shirt to reveal the soft scars hidden beneath my clothing. At first Frank looked genuinely curious but then worry washed over his face. "Did you ... are those ..." he stared up into my eyes with pure worry. I simply nodded and looked away, ashamed. Gingerly, Frank raised his hand and moved my face back so that I was looking down at him once again. "Never hurt yourself again Gerard. Never. You're perfect just the way you are and I don't want you to hurt yourself." He whispered softly before pulling my face towards his and locking our mouths together once again. Somehow he managed to switch places with me so that he was now leaning over me, still kissing my neck feverishly. Gently he moved his head and began to plant soft kisses away from my neck and down my pale, scarred chest further and further towards my crotch. When he reached the material of my jeans he didn't stop but merely kissed the soft fabric above my crotch which caused me to release a loud, long uncontrollable moan of pleasure. Carefully I felt him pull down the metal zipper and undo my belt. I aided him in removing my jeans and returned the favour immediately. As he pressed himself against me I felt our hardening members rub together and felt him moan into our kiss as our mouths locked. Smiling, Frank moved his hand from the top of my chest painfully slowly downwards till he was fiddling with the top of my boxers. Impatiently I bit his bottom lip, trying to somehow give him the courage to carry on without saying anything ... it worked. Carefully he slid his hand inside my boxers and took hold of me, squeezing softly and making me moan into his mouth. As he pulled my boxers away I moved my hands up and down his back and eventually began to play with his boxers. He bit my bottom lip playfully willing me on like I had with him. As I remembered Mikey would be home within a mere couple of hours I pulled Frank's boxers away and threw them onto the floor near where my own had been discarded. Frank raised himself up so he was sat above my knees and looked down at me smiling. I smiled back, staring into his chocolate brown eyes and raised my hand so I could stroke his cheek softly.
"I love you Frank." I whispered softly, smiling up at him.
"I love you too Gerard." He smiled back before kissing me passionately on my warm, wet lips. Cautiously I raised myself up as well so I was now leaning against the back of the sofa for extra support. Carefully, Frank pulled away from the kiss and instead danced his fingertips across my waist, moving lower until he reached my ever hardening member. I moaned softly as he grabbed hold of me once more and slid my hand across to take hold of him, I chuckled softly as he moaned louder than I had. As I slowly began to move my hand up and down him I pulled his face closer with my free hand to plant my lips upon his. I felt him whimper softly into my mouth and he began to move his hand up and down me. I felt Frank smile as he realised I had completely given in to my feelings for him. Just to make him really smile, I squeezed him softly in my hand and he took a sharp intake of breath, grinning madly and beginning to pant slightly. He moved his hand up and down myself faster and tighter till I was panting along with him. Eventually I felt his breathing become more hitched whilst I moved my hand gradually faster. Finally his breathing became shorter and faster until he whimpered into my mouth and I felt his body give way as he let out a loud moan of pure pleasure as he came in my hand. Amazingly he kept moving his own hand up and down me until (not to soon after him) I threw my head back in ecstasy against the sofa and came in his hand. His weak body collapsed against mine as we lay there panting, trying to recover as quickly as possible and failing. After a short while of sitting in silence (the only sounds to be heard our alternating pants) I raised my head so I could look down at Frank who had curled up against my chest. Tenderly, I stroked his slightly damp, ruffled hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I love you Frank." I whispered softly into his ear.
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