Scandal At Greenstead Academy For Boys!

Frank Iero, a Junior at Greenstead Academy For Boys, was bored.
He was supposed to be working on his essay for Mr.Massy's English class, about the rights and wrongs of incestuous relationships in literature..Eww!.. But instead, he was staring out the window of his dorm room, watching a group of jocks throw a Frisbee around on the grass outside.
He didn't really give a shit about the jocks…too many muscles and he was quite happy with the guy he got to cuddle up with.
Yes... Frank Iero is gay...tell it to the world…he already has!
He was only watching the jocks,cause he was so goddamn bored!! Even watching Mike Spree…a sophomore with a particularly bad B.O problem, getting tripped over by, well, everyone else who was playing, got dull after a while, and Frank rolled over to lay on his back on the bed.
He linked his fingers together behind is head, and closed his eyes. 40 winks never hurt anyone. Just then, his cellphone buzzed annoyingly on his nightstand. Picking it up, Frank read the caller I.D, and grinned, before pressing the "accept call" key, and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hi Gee! You're not normally up this early?!"

"Hey baby boy, that's true, but yours truly got a job and I have to get used to being up early now."

"You got a job? That's fantastic Gee! Where is it? When do you start?"

Frank bombarded his boyfriend with questions.

"Nope, not telling you. You'll find out soon enough. So tell me about your day baby boy."

Frank huffed down the phone.

”It's been shit! It's only 11am, and already I have two essays and a detention! I've given up and come back to my room. I have creative writing normally, but that doesn’t start till tomorrow."

He sighed, the anger seeping away with his breath.

"I'm writing today off as a non-starter.. I'll try again tomorrow"

"Awww my poor baby boy, well we'll have the weekend together. I'm always off."

"Cool.. So, when can I see you?"

Frank asked with his voice low and tempting.

"Tuesday baby boy, less than 24 hours."

"But I've got school?!"

Frank was confused now.

"Bye Frankie baby."

"But Gee?.."

But he'd hung up.

"Dick!"

Frank muttered, putting his phone back on the table and returning to watch the jocks play games on the grass.


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***Time Stamp: Tuesday Morning***

"Now Michael, this is a very important time in my campaign. I need to know that i can count on you to be on your best behaviour."

"Of course father, you know you can trust me."

"Very good. Now we are here, off you go. Have a good semester. I will see you for Thanksgiving."

"Goodbye father."

Michael steps out of the limo and gazes at the academy that has been his home for the last seven years.

"One more year, one more fucking year."

Michael walks along the corridor outside to find his dorm. He sees his boyfriend Pete talking to a random student. Probably trying to line something up for their weekend. Michael pretty much rules the school popularity vote. He is in power as much as he can be. He even has kids that do his homework for him, but he still has to pass the tests and that means he still has to study. He can't get caught cheating. Not with his father running for Governor of the state. Still he finds ways to have his fun that daddy doesn't need to know about.

"Hey babe."

"Hey Mikey!"

Pete plants a big sloppy kiss on Mikey's cheek and then hangs on him as he talks to the student that Pete was trying to proposition. He is totally willing and at that moment Michael loves his life.

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Just across the courtyard, Frank was heading into his creative writing class. There were a couple other boys there already, sat at the back, chatting about some computer game or other, but Frank ignored them and took his usual seat, front and center, and took out his notebook and pen.
It wasn't that Frank was a nerd, or anything, in fact, most classes, he would happily ditch any day of the week, but he happened to like creative writing, so he preferred the front, especially because Professor Howard wrote small on the board.
There was no sign of Professor. Howard, the slightly senile old coot that usually took the class, and as the class filled up, the teacher remained MIA.
Some of the boys started making jokes about Professor Howard probably forgetting his own name along with where the classroom was. Frank sat in silence, pen moving over paper, as he wrote…something creative. Suddenly the door opened and the room fell quiet. Frank looked up from his notebook, his eyes growing wide.

"Gee?"

" Good morning class. I am Professor Way and I'll be your temporary instructor for Creative Writing 103."

"Excuse me Professor, but where is Professor Howard."

"Professor Howard had urgent family business that took him abroad for a few months. I assure you though, that he will be back in time for midterms so there will be no breaks in your learning."

A collective groan rippled through the class. Another boy with a smirk that just told you that he was trouble raised his hand.

"Aren't you a little young to be a teacher Professor Way?"

Gerard sat on the corner of his desk and looked at the roster.

"Well Mr. Wentz, you're correct, I am young. I graduated in my junior year and entered college at 17. I'm half way through my Associates degree, but I'm certified to student teach for short periods of time. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah, but I have another one...Are you single?"

The boys in the class all laugh at this. Gerard shakes his head and then giving a quick glance to Frank under his eyelashes, lifts his head a smiles.

"No, in fact I'm not. Now if there are no more questions, I would like you to open to page ten of your text book and..."
The door suddenly banged open and another student walked in. He did not even glance at Gerard as he walked past him to the back of the room and sat next to Pete. He snapped his fingers and a boy on his right handed him a folder and a pen. Pete leaned into him and whispered in his ear. That was when he looked at him.

"Well, Professor Hopeless finally kick the bucket by missing it and cracking his head open on the floor?"

"Uh no...Mr. Rush he did not. Can you tell me why you're late to my class?"

Michael looks at him and wipes the side of his mouth with his thumb.

"I was busy getting a drink. A protein shake if you will."

The boys around him laugh and Pete smirks knowingly.

"Ah, well I am sure you will have plenty of time to catch up on what you missed in detention."

"What!? You can't do that to me! Do you know who the fuck I am!?"

"I know that you are the student who just earned themselves another detention for using profanity in my classroom."

"Why you pompous bastard! I will have your job for this!"

"It is you sir, who are pompous and rude, now leave my classroom and go straight to the Deans office."

Michael gathered his things and walked up to the front of the classroom.

"You'll pay for this Professor, mark my words."

He left with a slam of the door.

"Now that the drama is done, page 10 please gentlemen."

Frank grinned as he opened his book.. This semester was gonna be fun, but he wasn't sure how much work he'd actually get done, not when he had HIS Gee dressed in tight black pants, a white button-up, and a black waistcoat to stare at the whole lesson.
Oh well, maybe he could ask him for some private tutoring one on one. Frank giggled to himself, then got on with the work they'd all been set.

***Time Stamp: Friday***

Other than the Rush boy and Wentz, the week has gone quite well. The rest of the boys are quite attentive and the class is really fun to teach. Gerard's only regret is that he has not been able to spend anytime with Frank because of the work load.
It amazes him that they had been going out for almost four years now. They met when Gerard was just starting high school and because of his grades, he was asked to tutor some students that were having problems. Well one of the students was 13 year old Frank Iero. A feisty punk kid whose parents were threatening to send him to private school if his grades did not go up soon. Well Gerard tutored Frank in Math and English and Frank tutored Gerard in the art of seduction. Gerard had no chance. Of course Frank ended up at Greenstead in the end, but he had a super-hot smart boyfriend so he really didn’t give a shit.
Now four years later, by some stroke of luck, Gerard ended up being his boyfriend's teacher. It was hard to behave with his love sitting right in front of him giving him fuck me eyes, but the weekend was coming up and Gerard was going to make up everything.

"We will do something amazing."

Gerard chuckled to himself as he took a sip of his coffee. He arrived a little early to grade some papers that he wanted to return before the weekend. He wanted to send the boys home with a good vibe.

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Frank missed seeing Gerard. He hadn't had more than a minute alone with him since the start of the week, and he kinda needed a hug. Gee had said he'd see him at the weekend, but that was too long to wait, even if it was just a day away.
Walking along the open hallway, with the classrooms to his left, and the courtyard to his right, Frank knew it was too early for Gee to be here yet.. he wasn't exactly an early riser.. so he had time to kill before class.
The place felt practically deserted. A couple of Freshmen were sat on a bench in the morning sunshine, eating breakfast, and going through their schedules. A senior was sat on the grass, reading a book…upside down… okay… and Frank. He was wandering aimlessly, having already had breakfast, with his hands in his blazer pockets, and his messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
As he was passing Gerard's classroom, he glanced absently through the window, and was surprised to see the older boy already there, sitting at his desk, apparently marking papers. Frank pulled his hand from his pocket, and checked the time on his cheap plastic watch. It was only 7:30, which meant an entire half hour before class. Frank grinned. He could work with a half hour. Walking over to the classroom door, he quietly opened it and slipped inside, then closed it again with an almost inaudible click. Gerard hadn't looked up. He was clearly in the zone, and hadn't heard Frank enter. Placing his bag on the floor, just to the left of the door, Frank leaned his back against the wall and watched Gerard for a moment. After about a minute, he decided to speak.

"Working hard, I see?"

Gerard jumped, almost spilling his precious coffee all over the papers he was grading. He looked over and saw Frank leaning against the wall watching him. Frank was a stealthy son of a bitch when he wanted to be. Watching him was how he got Gerard in the first place.

"You know if we were playing D&D, I would have totally failed my spot check."

Gerard took a sip of coffee to calm his nerves...which makes no sense since coffee is a stimulant, but fuck it.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have another class?"

Since Gerard started, Frank doubled up on creative writing. He took the morning class as well as his normal afternoon one. Just for Frank, Gerard tried to vary each class a little to keep it interesting.

"Nope"

Frank popped the P.

"Not till 8:00"

He pushed away from the wall and walked over to the side of Gerard's desk.

"I saw you through the window"

He grabbed Gerard's black and silver striped tie, and pulled it out of its place inside his waistcoat.

"Thought I'd come say…Hi"

He leaned forward, pulling the tie a little toward him, and got real close to Gerard's slightly stunned face.

"Hi."

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

"Frank...if you could see me through the window, so can anyone else."

Gerard pulled back from his overzealous boyfriend and refixed his tie. He stood up and walked to the window and looked out. The courtyard was fairly deserted with the morning classes still in session and only a few students loitering around in the sunshine before the cool days of autumn gave way to the gray days of winter. He ran a hand through his hair. It was getting long and he would need to trim it soon...maybe a new hair color too. Gerard popped out of his thoughts and turned back to Frank.

"Be patient baby boy, we have the whole weekend to ourselves."

Gerard walked over to the book shelf to put the book he was using away.

"We just have to get through today, then you can come over right after school."

But Frank couldn't wait that long. Stepping up behind his teacher, Frank pressed himself against the older male's back, grabbing his hips and grinding himself against his ass, his cock already half-hard.

"Can't wait, Sir.. It's been too long already"

"Frank...."

It was a warning, but a pathetic one. Frank knew how to press Gerard's buttons and right now Gerard was finding it hard to resist. He turned around and looked into the lust filled eyes of his younger lover.

"it's too dangerous, we can't. What if someone sees us?"

His words were full of good intentions, but his wandering hands were not as they slipped onto Frank's waist, caressing hip bones and moving under the scratchy material of the uniform shirt to seek out skin.

"No one will see"

He tiptoed to press a kiss to the taller man's soft pink lips.

"No one’s around"

He shivered as Gerard's fingertips traced over his ribs.Frank's fingers went to the buttons of Gerard's black waistcoat, and started to undo them, one, by one.

"Relax sugar."

His lips found Gerard's sweet spot, on the right side of his neck, just below his ear.. And he kissed there, before gently nipping the skin to gain a tiny squeak from his lover.

"Frankie..."

Gerard was losing the battle of wills and he knew it. Frank was always good at seduction. Gerard decided that it was time to take control. He tightened his grip on his waist and moved them so that they were in the corner away from all the windows and line of sight. He grabbed Frank's hands and pinned them above his head.

"You are a naughty boy Frankie. Did you think you would get a better grade seducing your professor? You should know better. I should punish you by giving you detention after school with me."

Gerard leaned in and whispered in Frank's ear.

"I promise you baby boy by Monday, you will barely be able to walk."

He bit Frank's earlobe and sucked on it for a few moments, before working his way just behind and planting feather kisses on Frank's most sensitive spot. Frank shuddered with want, his hips bucking forward of their own accord, but gaining no friction.

"Gee..."

He leaned his head to the side to give his teacher better access, as his eyes slipped closed and his mouth dropped open.

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"Tell me again why we're up so early?"

"Because when you sleep with random people in drunken hook ups, you should not be there when the person wakes up in the morning to answer questions, stupid."

"Okay okay Mikes, no need to get bitchy. I know you haven't had coffee yet."

"Thank God, I don't have class till eleven. I could not handle that pompous ass Way this early."

"Did you know he teaches an early AM class?"

"Really? Maybe we can catch him and I can finally give him a piece of my mind."

Pete snickers and they change paths from their original destination of the campus retreat to the class rooms. They see a few students eating breakfast and drinking coffee and Pete decides to seduce one into giving Michael his coffee. It works of course. No one can resist Pete. As Michael sips the slightly too sweet caffeinated beverage, he begins to formulate a plan to blackmail Professor Way so that he passes the class. The corridor is quiet and there are no other students around as they come upon the door. Michael grabs the knob turning it and is about to push the door open when the unmistakable sound of their professor floats into his ears.

"Oh fuck Frankie."

Michael looks at Pete and then grins. This is too perfect.

"Way must be jacking off thinking about a student."

"Sweet, we can catch him and use indecent exposure against him."

"Shhhh, we don’t want to alert him."

They slowly push the door open and the sight they have is better than they expected. One of their classmates is on his knees sucking the professor off. He has his head thrown back with his mouth in a perfect O. Michael makes sure the door is not open too much, but that they both have a good view.

"Frankie, stop please, I'm gonna..."

Gerard pulls Frank off him gently and caresses his face running his thumb over his bottom lip, which Frank takes in his mouth and suckles on.

"Too much baby boy, too much."

Frank licks his lips as he looks up through his lashes.

"But you taste so good."

He smirks, before crashing his mouth onto Gerard's, tongue instantly demanding entrance, as his hands roam over the teacher's firm chest. Gerard reaches down and undoes Frank's pants. There is no way that they have time to fuck. It is stupid what they are doing now anyway, but Gerard is too far gone and for fuck sake he is only 19. He still has his libido to deal with.

"Running out of time baby boy. Just gonna jerk us off for now, but I promise you tonight, we are going to go all out."

Gerard grips Frank's cock and his own in his fist and begins to pump then together. Gerard uses his other hand to pull Frank back into a kiss. He is so blinded by his boyfriend that he never sees the door closing slowly.

"Oh shit Pete, this is too fucking perfect!"

Michael cackles as they walk away. Way is having an illicit affair with a student and a minor!

"We got him, we so fucking got him! Easy A in this class baby for sure."

Suddenly Michael finds himself pressed against the wall by Pete. He is rutting against him with his hard on trapped in his uniform.

"Mikey baby, you need to take me back to the room and fuck me blind right now!"

"Well, how can I resist a politically incorrect demand like that?"

Michael smiled as Pete dragged him out of the class room corridor all the way to the dorms. This was going to be a good weekend after all.

Notes

Hi there my little chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl and momiji_neyuki here again.
This is our second collaboration, and again, it's based on porn.... so sit back, relax, and we hope you enjoy the ride!

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out!
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