Scandal At Greenstead Academy For Boys!

Monday morning came way too soon for Frank.Gerard had been true to his word, and their weekend had been mostly spent fucking in every room of Gerard's little apartment.
Frank remembered vividly, the way Gee's hands slid over his small body, and his tongue, and his… and now Frank was getting hard again, just thinking about all the ways they went at it.
If he had to choose, he'd probably say his favourite moment was when Gee bent him over the kitchen counter, and slipped that VERY talented tongue of his, right up his ass... but there were so many other delicious moments, that he'd probably change his mind on that every other minute.
Daydreaming as he headed toward the campus retreat, to fetch something for Gerard for his breakfast, he almost walked straight into the other boy, and quickly apologised.
"Oh, sorry man... Off in a world of my own."

"I'm sure. Frank it is, yes? I'm Michael, we have Creative Writing 103 together...with Professor Way."
Michael held out his hand for Frank to shake.

"Oh yeah!Thought I recognised ya."

"Anyway, I am just waiting for my dorm mate to grab our breakfast, what brings you to the retreat today?"

"Same.Breakfast"
Frank neglected to mention who it was for.
"Well, see ya then"
Frank started to turn away.

"Tell your boyfriend I said hi."

Frank faltered in his steps, and frowned, turning his head toward the taller boy.
"Huh?I mean...I haven't…what?"

"You know, Gerard...oh, but we call him Professor Way."
Michael sauntered up to Frank smirking.
"Do you call him that when he is fucking you too...Baby Boy?"

Frank fell back a step, eyes widening like saucers and mouth opening and closing... fish like.
"I... uh... I"
He stammered, suddenly feeling like there was no air.His heart pounded in his ears, and he was pretty sure he was gonna be sick.
"You can't…"
He swallowed back bile.
"You can't tell anyone."

"Oh don't worry I won't...as long as Professor Way plays ball with me and my dorm mate."
Frank now knew he was gonna puke.
"What do you want?"
He breathed, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Just tell him to make sure that both Mr. Wentz and I have an A in the class for now. I will let you know if anything else strikes our fancy. Later Baby Boy."
Pete met Michael and handed him his coffee as he walked away from a stunned Frank.
"That went well I think."

"So is he going to relay the message you think?"
Pete hung a chin on Michael's shoulder and watched as Frank staggered away.

"Yeah, after he finishes getting sick over it."

"You are a cad Mikey Rush."

"And you love me for it."
Pete and Michael laughed as they made their way to their dorm.


Knees shaking with every step, and tripping over his own feet, Frank stumbled into the nearest washroom, and over to a stall, locking the door behind him, before falling to his knees on the grubby tiles, and puking up every last bite of his breakfast.When there was nothing left but dry heaves, Frank flushed the mess away, and sat down heavily, with his back against the stall door.How could this happen?Gerard was gonna be so upset, cos he'd said, hadn't he? He said someone would see them, but NOOOO… Frank FUCKING Iero knew best, and now look...Frank slammed his head back against the door.
"Fuck!"
What the fuck were they gonna do now?

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By the time eleven came around Gerard was worried. Frank had not shown up for his morning class, which was unusual for him unless he was sick. He was fine this weekend though, more than fine. Gerard wondered briefly if he was too much for his younger boyfriend. I mean they were only two years apart, but Gerard was in much better shape than Frank and he smoked less. It was 15 min before class when Frank burst into the room. He looked like shit. His uniform was all fucked up and there was no way he had been to any classes today looking like that.
"Frankie, what the fuck!?"

Shaking badly, and barely able to catch his breath, Frank stumbled over to stand in front of his concerned looking boyfriend.
"They know Gee."
He whimpered, lip trembling.
"Mikey and Pete know…about us."

"What!? Whoa, easy easy Baby Boy, slow down, breathe. Who knows about us and what do they know?"

"Mikey Rush, and Pete Wentz.They.. they know everything."
Frank hung his head, tears slipping from his eyes.
"I’m so sorry…and it’s all my fault…and I should have listened to you.”
Frank looked up into Gerard's shocked hazel eyes.
"He called me..."
He swallowed hard.
"Baby Boy."

"Oh my God Frank! We are so fucking screwed! I am going to lose my job and go to jail! They are not going to give a shit that we were going out before I was 18 and had this job!"
Gerard started to panic now. He could not do fucking time! He may be the one fucking Frank, but in jail he would be a sweet piece of ass and he knew it. Gerard laid his head on the desk and began to bang it slowly.

"Stop, STOP please!"
Frank sobbed, grabbing Gerard's shoulders and forcing him upright in his chair, and around to face him.
"It's gonna be ok. He said… he said if you give them both "A"s, then they'd keep quiet"
Frank hoped the boys would keep their side of the bargain.
"It's gonna be ok."
He repeated, though he wasn't entirely sure who he was trying to convince.


"Right right, okay, yeah, I can do that sure."
Gerard quickly grabbed the book found Wentz and Rush and changed all the grades to A. He then looked at Frank and helped him to look more presentable as the bell was about to ring to end classes and his would start soon. He hugged him tightly.
"It's okay Baby Boy, we are going to be okay."
He was talking to himself as well as to Frank. The bell rang and with a quick kiss they parted and Frank went to his desk. As the students filed in slowly, Gerard kept his head down.

When Michael and Pete came in they made sure to let their presence be known.
"Good morning Professor Way. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Yes Michael it was pleasant."

"Was? Oh dear, did something happen to ruin it?"
Pete chuckled as he and Michael made their way to their desks.
"Well I do hope things get better from now on and you have an A+ day."

Frank got out his note book and pen with still shaky hands, and opened the book to a clean page. DICKS… He wrote in large, messy capitals.

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Gerard tried to conduct the class as normal, but he noticed that Pete kept looking at him and not in the good way. He was eyeing him like his next meal. Frank was bound to notice and Frank was very protective over what was his.
"And I think that's it for today. Please make sure that your homework is done tomorrow and remember that your essay is due Friday. Oh and study for a test on Chapter 17 on Monday."
The class was filled with rifling of papers as the boys gathered their things and made their way out saying good bye to him. All that remained was Frank, Michael, and Pete.Frank had, indeed, seen what Pete was doing all through class, but even though he would like nothing more than to ram his stupid little head right through the wall, he kept his calm, and schooled his features into a mask of relaxed indifference.Inside, he was screaming.

"So Professor, I assume that Mr. Wentz and I are excused from all the work that was mentioned in class?"

"You assume correctly Mr. Rush."

"Good, then your 'Baby Boy' here told you of our demands. It is smart that you complied with them too. I really don’t want to see talent like your go to waste as you rot in jail for the rape of a minor."
Gerard’s face colors purple and red. He wants to teach Michael a lesson that he will never forget. Maybe he could just quit, that's it, and then everything would be fine.
"Oh and don't think that you could just quit Professor, because I will still say something and you will never get another teaching job again, plus get kicked out of college and no one wants that right?"
Damn the kid was good. Michael and Pete got up and made their way to the front of the class room. Michael just walked by smirking, but Pete reached out and touched Gerard's face. He did everything he could not to recoil.

"I'll come by later Professor to talk about some extra credit."
Michael laughed as Pete tapped his face lightly and then joined him as they left together.

Frank was fuming.He'd remained silent in his seat through that whole disgusting display, but now, he was pissed.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him!”
He stood sharply, knocking his chair over in his haste.
"I mean it Gee! He’s fucking dead!”

Gerard knew that Frank would do it too. He defended him more than once with his fists when they went to the same school for the first year of their relationship.
"Easy baby, easy, we can handle these jokers. Remember, I am only here for a few months. We just have to ride it out. Once Howard comes back, I can't control the grade. Michael missed that part of the speech and I have a feeling that Pete is not smart enough to tell him."

But Frank was more worried about how Pete had touched HIS boyfriend!
"I really want to kick the shit outta Pete! He WANTS you! You realize that, right?"

Gerard knew that. He knew that Pete would be more trouble than Michael would in that department, but what Frank did not realize is that Gerard saw Michael looking at Frank. Gerard could handle Pete, but Michael could really hurt Frank.
"You let me worry about that Frankie. Meanwhile you keep up with your grades otherwise someone is going to notice and then notice me."

Frank rolled his eyes.
"Grades shmades! I don't give a fuck. It's not like I'm gonna need calculus or chemistry to be a screen writer."
He grinned up at Gerard.
"I just need you, and this class."

"You are too sweet Baby Boy, but now off with you. You have Chemistry next period."

Frank huffed, but then gave Gerard one of his million watt smiles, and headed out the door.Like he'd said before though, he didn't really give two fucks about chemistry, so he decided to skip, and go for a walk instead.
The open-sided corridors were pretty much deserted, as everyone was in class.If he was asked, he had a free period.He wasn't in the mood for his grumpy old science professor right now. Mikey and Pete had made him SO angry, that he didn't think he'd be able to concentrate at all today.
Head down and hands stuffed as deep into his blazer pockets as they could go, Frank dragged his feet along the red tiled walkway, past the currently unused art classrooms.As he was just about to pass the third of these classrooms, however, he was shocked to a standstill by the noises that were coming out of a slightly opened window.

"I did good Mikey?"

"Yes Patrick, you certainly did. I think young Mr. Ross here will make a wonderful addition to our family."

"He has quite a talent doesn't he?"

"Oh my yes, but we must move on to better things now."

"Of course Mikey."
Patrick eased a hand over Ryan's head as he willed him to let go of Mikey's cock.
"Now Ryan, why don't you take off your jacket and pants and lean over that desk over there."

Ryan nodded and slipped off the jacket and began to remove his tie when Mikey's hand stilled over it.
"Leave that on."
Ryan smiled and Mikey kissed him. Patrick moved behind Ryan and began to nip at his neck causing Ryan to moan in Mikey's mouth. Patrick reached in front and undid Ryan's pants and slid them down as Ryan grabbed for Mikey's cock again and began to stroke it. Patrick undid his own pants and slid his own cock between Ryan's ass cheeks working his pre-cum into the crevice. he then slipped a hand in and used the pre-cum to finger around Ryan's opening. Ryan moaned again and dropped his head onto Mikey's shoulder. His eyes were half lidded. Both Mikey and Patrick were now worshiping Ryan and he was loving it.

Frank could hear what was happening, but he couldn't believe it.Stepping closer to the window, he peered through the slightly soap-streaked glass, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sight.He felt his cock twitch as he watched, basically a live porn show, unfold right in front of his eyes.

"Oh fuck, right there!"
Now this was heaven. Ryan looked so beautiful bent over as Patrick ate his ass getting him ready for his thick cock. Once he was done Patrick stood up and grabbed Ryan's hips, holding him down to the desk. He stood behind him lining himself up and then pushed in. he stood still while Mikey stepped up behind him and did the same. All three groaned as Mikey set the pace and they fucked like a well oiled machine. Everything smelled like sex and it was so good. Mikey knew he would not last long in Patrick's tight heat, but that was okay cause they were running out of time. He aimed for Patrick's prostate and worked it hard.

"Oh fuck me!"
Patrick pushed into Ryan hard and Ryan cried out as he came all over the desk followed by Patrick filling him up. Mikey was last, but he liked that because both Patrick and Ryan were on their knees milking him and cleaning up the cum. He ran a hand through both of their hair and praised them.

"Times up gentlemen."

It was five till the bell rang now. They all cleaned up and left the room. Michael walked down the hall and turned down the outside corridor where he saw Frank leaning against the wall next to the window of the classroom he was just in.Frank raised an eyebrow at Michael as the taller boy approached him.He absently thought how cool he would look right now, in this situation, if he could be calmly lighting a cigarette, but smoking on school grounds was strictly prohibited, and if he was caught, he'd probably be on detention for a month.. Not worth it.

"Well, well, well."
He chuckled.
”That was interesting."

Michael smirked. He walked up to Frank and ran his hands down his tie.
"Did you enjoy watching that? Did it get you all excited?"
Michael moved his hand and brushed against Frank's crotch slightly.
"Oh it did! How much fun we could have right now, but I have Government this period."

Frank tried to ignore the fact that Michael just felt him up. He concentrated on his own information.
"What if I went and told Pete about what I just saw?.. Don't think he'd be too happy, do you?"

Michael pretended to recoil.
"Oh no, don't do that! He would get so angry at me..."
Then Michael gave a smirk.
"Cause I didn't invite him to join us."
Michael watched as the triumphant look that graced Frank's face a moment ago fell from it. He patted Frank on the shoulder.
"Oh Frankie, when you try to play with the big boys, you really have to bring your...A game."
Michael picked up his messenger bag higher on his shoulder.
"See you later Baby Boy."

Frank watched, open mouthed as Michael strolled calmly away.
"Well, Fuck"
That didn't exactly go how he thought it would.

Notes

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