"I don't know, Mikey... that seems really risky..." I muttered, pushing my hand through my spiky dirty blonde hair. I stared at my younger brother and swallowed hard, "You're being a wimp, Gerard. Ray, and Bob agreed to go!" The taller boy taunted. I frowned, and Mikey shook his head, his own blonde hair falling in his eyes. "Please Gerard? I want everyone to think that my big brother is cool!" He whined.
I groaned and got to my feet. "Fine, lets go." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets. I followed my brother to where is two friends, both seniors, Ray and Bob, were waiting in Ray's beat up red pick up. "Hurry up, Mikes!" Bob shouted from the passenger seat. We both climbed into the back of the truck, and the engine roared to life, "So, I was thinking we'd go to my art teachers house, he's a total dick." Ray said, Mikey and Bob nodded in agreement. "Mr. Iero? I think he's nice..." I said in a quiet tone. Ray snorted, "Whatever dude."
Ray pulled to a stop right in front of Iero's house. "Gerard, you go in first." Bob said, "What? Why!?" I shouted. "Consider it initiation. Mikey had to go through one, so you have to go through one too!" Ray said with a smirk. "F-fine..." I climbed over my brother and got out of the car, shuffling towards the house, quietly.
Wow, this guy was stupid. He left the door unlocked...
I opened the door, and saw Ray raise an eyebrow. Soon I texted Mikey, "No one is home." Was what the message read. "We left. He's back. Hide." Mikey texted me back. Oh you have got to be kidding me! I ducked behind the couch and held my breath. The front door opened, and the short man that I knew as Mr. Iero walked into the house. He was actually probably the cutest teacher in school. He had a light brown mohawk, hazel eyes, and he was covered in tattoos. I think he was in his thirties.
"Shit, I can't believe that I left the front door unlocked..." I heard him mutter as he walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he disappeared into the kitchen I got to my feet and moved quietly towards the door. I was just about to open the door when I heard a clunk, "Who the hell are you?" That was Mr. Iero.
I stood there, frozen with fear.
I've done stupid shit before, but this was by far, the most stupid thing that I have ever done. "I'll ask you one more time, who the hell are you?" I turned to face the man who was trembling just as much as I was. I felt bad because I had scared him so badly, but if I came home to some strange teenage boy in my house, I'd be scared too. Oh, and my "friends" had totally ditched me here.
"I uh... my name is Gerard, Gerard Way." I said, feeling tears stinging my eyes, "I'm in your freshman art class..." I muttered, staring at my feet. "I am so, so sorry!" I said as the first tears rolled down my cheeks. "I... I won't call the cops on you, just... did you take anything?" The man had stopped trembling, and had noticed that I was crying. "No..." I muttered, putting my hands over my face, beginning to cry harder. "This wasn't my idea, I promise. My friends made me do this." I choked.
"Alright, Gerard..." He muttered, "Please sit down on the chair..." He pointed to the chair, "Oh, and don't touch anything." He moved forwards the kitchen again, "Do you want anything to drink?" He called from the kitchen. "W-water..." I stammered. A few minutes later he came back with a mug of tea, and a glass of water for me. I wiped tears from my eyes, and sniffled as he returned.
He handed me the glass of water, and set the tea down on the table, and turned to adjust the pillows on the couch, "Well Gerard, if you're my student, then you already know that my name is Frank." He said, he bent over the couch, "How old are you, Gerard?" He was using my name a lot. "I uh... I'm fifteen." I told him, squirming uncomfortably. He was waving his ass in the air as he adjusted the pillows, giving me a nice view in those tight skinny jeans of his. "I'm going to guess that those friends of yours were seniors."
"Y-yeah, they were." I stammered, staring at his ass.
Stop it Gerard. This man is probably straight, and married. Oh and a lot older too.
I grabbed the pillow that was next to me and pushed it over my growing dick. He straightened out, and then spun around to sit down on the couch across from me, sipping at his tea. "How old are you?" I inquired. He chuckled quietly, "I'm thirty-seven." He smiled at me, and set the mug back on the table.
I watched him, waiting.
"What compelled you to listen to your friends when they told you to break into my house?" He asked me, "Well uh... I didn't really break in. You left the front door unlocked." I pointed out. He frowned at me, "Alright, what compelled you to listen to your friends when they told you to enter my house without permission?" He asked again, "I don't know... They just told me to, so I figured I should listen." He frowned even more, "Do you do everything that they tell you to do?" He prompted. I nodded, "Uh... kind of..." I swallowed hard and began to bounce my leg as I admitted this fact.
"Are you okay?" Frank said, reaching out to stop the bouncing of my leg. He gripped my upper thigh to still my movement, then removed his hand. "I... I'm fine." I whispered, a warm blush spreading over my cheeks. He raised an eyebrow, questioning me silent, but said no more on the subject.
"So, what would your parents do if I called and told them about this?" He asked me. "I don't know... they'd probably lock me in the basement for a week." Frank's jaw dropped open. "Why?" He said, his voice full of alarm. I shrugged, "As punishment." I told him. He shook his head and sighed.
"Well, I guess you can leave now, Gerard." He said after a moment, reaching out to take a sip of his tea.
"No."
He raised his eyebrow again, "Why not?" He asked.
"Because, it's getting dark and I live four miles away." I said, "And why go back to an empty house, anyways? Mikey's probably still out with his friends, and he probably will be until tomorrow." I explained.
Frank sighed quietly, "Fine, I can't believe I'm letting a boy who broke into my house spend the night." He said, glaring playfully at me. He then grinned at me before standing up, "I don't have a guest room, and my kids have the only other room in the house, so you can sleep in my room, and I'll sleep down here on the couch."
"What about your wife?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.
"Dead." He said flatly.
"Oh..."
He smiled sadly, and then two little girls ran inside the house, "Hi daddy!" One of them spoke. they appeared to be twins. The girls were followed by a woman who seemed to be in her twenties, holding a baby. "I brought your kids home, Frank." She said handing the baby to one of the girls. "Thank you, Jamia." The woman flashed a flirtatious smile in Frank's direction before leaving the house.
"Daddy, who's this?" One of the little girls, the one who was holding the baby, asked. "He's my friend's son. He's spending the night, he'll be sleeping-"
"On the couch." I finished for Frank.
He frowned at me, "No. I said you could sleep in m-"
"I want to sleep on the couch." I interrupted him again.
"Fine."
The girls ran upstairs, and I sat down on the couch. "I'll be fine down here..."
He nodded, and ran upstairs, coming back down with blankets and a pillow. "Here, sleep well... if you have any problems, come upstairs and wake me up."
I nodded and waited for him to leave so I could make myself comfortable.
Once he was gone, I stripped down to my boxers, and pulled the blanket he had given me, up around my chest and arm.
I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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I gripped the edge of the coffee table, trying to steady myself, "God please..." I was trying to bite back moans, with little luck. Tattooed fingers entangled with mine as my teacher, for god sake, pounded into me. "Harder." I pleaded.
I screamed out when he hit my prostate, "Gerard, Gerard, are you okay? Gerard?"
I was pulled out of my rather pleasant dream., Frank was shaking me gently. "Gerard. You were screaming." He said, staring down at me, wide eyes. "Nightmare..." I lied. I had stripped down to my boxers before going to sleep, so my erection was painfully obvious under the thin blankets.
And so was Frank's staring. "Well, how about you come upstairs and tell me about your nightmare." His eyes never left the bulge in my boxers. I blushed harshly and nodded, "O-okay..." I stammered.
He grabbed the pillow from behind me as I stood up, trying to hide my raging erection. I followed Frank upstairs to his room, and he allowed me to enter first. Once the door was closed I heard the soft click of the lock, and swallowed hard. Wow... his walls were covered in band posters. "N-nice room." I muttered. "I guess." He shrugged, sitting down in his bed. He beckoned me over to join him.
I sat down on the bed, cautiously. As soon as I sat down though, Frank was straddling me. "What did you dream about?" He was staring down at me, seductively. He was wearing an oversize dress shirt, that was only half-way buttoned up showing the tattoo on his chest, a flame that said "hope" underneath it, and a pair of boxers. I was only wearing boxers, and he was not helping my erection.
"It, it was a nightmare." I stammered again, and then he ground down on me, drawing a moan from my lips, "Wrong, you're lying." He said with a smirk. "Try again, what were you dreaming about?" He asked me again. "I was dreaming about... about you..." I admitted, blushing furiously about this.
He laughed quietly. "Alright, what was happening in the dream?" He pushed.
I frowned, "N-nothing!" I insisted, but he didn't believe me. "C'mon, tell me what was happening!" He said grinding down on me again, trying to get the truth out of me, but all he got was another moan. I could feel him hardening against me too.
"It was nothing, I promise!" I insisted once more, but yet again, Frank didn't believe me. "Kid, I can tell you're lying by the tent in your boxers." He pointed out. I blushed harshly and squirmed away from him, bucking my hips up, and worming out from underneath him, and ending up fast down on the mattress. I could feel him staring at me.
"Well, I think you can infer by the tent in my boxers." I snapped back, "And the information that you were already given." He shrugged, and flipped me over so I was on my back, "How about you tell me in detail."
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could his lips were pressing hard against mine, pinning me down to the bed by my arms. I blushed harshly as he climbed back on top of me, beginning to grind on me.
I moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling very exposed all of the sudden. "How about you show me." He said breaking the kiss, continuing to grind against me. I stared at him, bewilderment crossing my features momentarily. "I-... Mr. Iero..." I didn't know what to say, all I could focus on was the friction.
Before I was aware of what I was doing, my shaky hands moved up to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. There were only about four buttons, but it took me a moment to get them all undone because my hands were trembling.
Once the buttons were undone, he shrugged out of the shirt, and looked down at me, "There, we're even." He said, then he kissed me again, roughly, and hungrily. I kissed him back this time, my hands moving to his hips. His hands tangled themselves in my hair, and he tugged gently, making me moan into his mouth again.
Wow, what the hell had happened here?
I broke into this guys house, and now this... what did I miss?
I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong, but seriously, what the hell?
My hands moved down, and I curled my fingers around the elastic waist band around his hips, tugging slightly. He lifted his hips up slightly, and I tugged his boxers off, "We aren't even anymore." I breathed, pulling away about an inch.
He smirked, and moved his lips to my jaw, kissing down to my neck, trying to find my sweet spots. He was good at it, because soon my hands were in his hair, and I was biting back moans, remembering he had kids in the house.
His hands had run down my sides, and were now removing my boxers. I lifted my hips up for ease of access and kicked them the rest of the way off, when he couldn't reach. He began to grind on me again, and I continued to bite back my moans.
He moved his head away from my neck, and saw that my face had turned really really red. He laughed quietly, "You know, you've got decent length for a fifteen year old." He commented, making my face get even redder. He then wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke me slowly.
So, I'm a pretty innocent person, I haven't ever even done this to myself, so the feeling was foreign to me.
As he was stroking he had moved down my body, so his face was hovering about an inch away from my shaft. I could feel his hot breath wash over me, and it made me get even harder. Then he did something that I really didn't expect. He took my head in his mouth, and began to suck gently, and bob his head.
I couldn't bite back my moaning this time. The low, timid noise escaped my slightly parted lips, and my eyes rolled back in my head. My stomach was tying itself in knots, and of course, being the total virgin that I was, I had no clue why.
Seconds later, Frank was pulling his mouth away, and he wiped his chin, and swallowed. I blushed harshly as I realized why my stomach had begun to knot. "S-sorry." I whispered, he just laughed and shook his head, "What was my goal." He assured me. "Close your eyes, okay?" He was starting to stand up.
I did as told and screwed my eyes shut. I heard a rustling sound and a soft thud, "Okay, open them up now." When I opened my eyes, Frank was kneeling before me, his hands out of my view. I had no idea what he was doing, until I felt something cold press up against my entrance. He had lubed up three of his fingers, and was now pushing one of them into me. It burned at first, but I slowly got used to it as he worked his wrist, thrusting the one finger in and out, and then removing it completely just as I was starting to moan.
Then there was more, two fingers. The burning sensation returned as he began to thrust his fingers in and out again, scissoring to achieve a stretch. And then, once more, as I began to moan he withdrew his hand.
Then he added the third digit, and the burning sensation was back. He scissored and thrust with three fingers, and then once more as I began to like the feeling, he withdrew his hand, and they both disappeared below my view again.
And then he stood up completely and positioned himself between my legs. "This will probably burn at first, and I wont do it if you don't want me to." He said, and I felt him prodding my entrance gently.
"G-go ahead..." I stammered, looking him in the eye.
"Alright..." And slowly he pushed in.
It really hurt at first, and I bit my lip so I didn't make any noise. The stretch burned, and I was just realizing how big Frank was. "Holy shit..." His voice was breathy as he spoke. He didn't start thrusting immediately so he could give me a chance to adjust to his size. As the burning sensation faded, I pushed my hips towards him, causing him to be pushed further into me. I moaned quietly.
He shifted his weight so that he was leaning over me, staring down at me, and he slowly began to thrust, trying different angles each time. I moaned quietly, my hands moving up to his hair, and my eyes sliding shut. I tugged on his hair gently, and he began to thrust faster, his moans mingling with mine.
I cried out as loud as I possibly could when he hit my prostate, "M-mr. Iero..." I whimpered, and then he paused, pulling out. I looked at him in disappointment. "Get on your knees." He instructed. I was confused, but did as told and turned over, getting up on my knees. He didn't hesitate to push in, and I cried out, rather loudly, no longer worrying about waking his children. He leaned over me, wrapping his hand around my shaft, which had hardened again, and began to stroke slowly.
He had found the perfect angle, and kept hitting my prostate each time he pounded into me, and I couldn't keep myself quiet.
He suddenly cried out rather loudly, and I felt him shudder against me. His breath came heavy all of the sudden. He had released really deep. My stomach was starting to knot again, and a few strokes later, I released all over his bed.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath, "C'mere..." He beckoned me over to him, and I curled up into his side, and we fell asleep together.
The next morning, I had woken up first, and got dressed. I was sitting in the kitchen when Frank came down, looking upset. When he saw me, he smiled. "Oh good, I thought you left!" He said, hugging me.
I was fully clothed, he was in boxers.
"Daddy..?" One of the little girls came into the kitchen, "I heard a ghost last night."
I choked on the coffee I had figured out how to make, and Frank began to splutter, spitting up the tea he had just swallowed. "Is our house haunted?" The little girl continued as I began to cough.
"Yes, our house is haunted, but the ghost are friendly." Frank assured his daughter as the other one came down with the baby.
"Gerard, how about I go get dressed then drive you home." Frank said when I stopped coughing, "Yeah okay." I wheezed. He smiled at me and ran upstairs to get dressed. About three minutes later he came down in baggy jeans, and a tattered tee-shirt. "Alright,grab your shoes, and lets go."
He grabbed his keys and walked outside. I grabbed my beat up red converse and followed him outside. We both slid into his car, and he leaned over and kissed me. I blushed, very startled at this motion, but I kissed back.
"What's your address?" He asked once he pulled away. I quickly rattled off my address and he started the car.
He insisted on walking me to my front door and hopped up on the step so he was around my height, and kissed me again. "You come back any time you want, Gerard." He told me, pulling me close to him.
I blushed again, and nodded. "I uh... I will." I said, smiling shyly. "Here." He grabbed my number, and a pen from his pocket. He scribbled something down on my hand, and then curled my fingers closed, before running off to his car.
I walked inside, and Mikey looked over the back of the couch, "Gerard! Are you okay! I'm so sorry!" He shot to his feet, and I glared at him, but he started crying, so I hugged him tightly, "It's okay, baby brother." I told him. "We have pizza." He told me.
"Awesome!"
Mikey ran to get the box from the kitchen, and when he did, I uncurled my fingers. Written on my palm was Frank's phone number, and the words, "Call me!"
I quickly typed the number into my phone, and labeled it, "Mr. Iero", then sent him a text.
To: Mr. Iero
From: Gee Bear
Message: Are you busy next Friday?
~Gerard
My brother had given my phone the name "Gee Bear", and I don't know why.
I got a text back a few minutes later.
To: Gee Bear
From: Mr. Iero
Message: Yes I am, you can come over at 4 if you'd like!
~Frank
I texted back, a grin spreading across my face.
To: Mr. Iero
From: Gee Bear
Message: Alright, awesome. I can't wait to see you again, outside of school.
~Gerard
Then I tossed my phone of the couch, and ran into the kitchen to join my brother for pizza.

Notes

Yay. I wrote another one-shot, with Frank topping as requested.
Also, I've decided to just post all of the one shots here!

You guys can post request below!