Scandal At Greenstead Academy For Boys!

Gerard was sitting in the classroom grading papers still trying to process this mess that he and Frank were now in. when there was a knock on his door.

”Come in.”

The last person that Gerard expected to see was Pete.

”What can I do for you Mr. Wentz?”

”Oh I came to talk about that extra credit that I mentioned earlier.”

Pete dropped his books on the front desk and then walked over and locked the door. Gerard swallowed nervously.

”See Professor Way, I kind of need a boost in my other grades and while getting an A in this class is great, having the extra credit on my record would be much more perfect.”

Pete walked over to the desk and slid onto the corner. He reached out and grabbed Gerard’s tie and pulled it out of his vest.

”Mr. Wentz, this kind of behavior is…”

”Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Gerard was not prepared for Pete to say that, nor was he prepared for him to lean in and capture his lips. Gerard protested, but Pete had a hold of his tie and pulled on it to keep him there. Then Pete let go of him and he fell back against his chair.

”See, that was not so bad was it Professor?”

Pete took advantage of the space between the desk and Gerard’s chair and slid into his lap.

"Oh Professor, you know you are going to fuck me. You have no other choice and when your precious Baby Boy finds out, he is going to dump your ass, but don't worry...Mikey and I are going to be there to pick up the pieces."

Gerard recoiled when the boy touched him lovingly. It felt like he had used a knife dipped in acid instead of his hand. He pushed Pete hard off his lap and started yelling at him. Pete was not even fazed. He got up and laughed...actually laughed.

"Awwww that's cute, you actually love the little shit don't you? So how about we get the two of you together and you can watch Mikey and I rape Frank while he sucks one of us off instead?"

Gerard was horrified that he would even suggest that! He begged them not to touch Frank, and that resulted in Pete winning and Gerard being handed the condom. Pete jumped up and downclapping his hands. You would think he was just told that he won a contest or some shit.

”So how do you want me then?”

The last thing that Gerard wanted to do was see Pete’s face.

”Bend over the front desk.”

”Mmmm, I like that idea, but first I am going to suck you.”

Gerard inwardly groaned. He did not want Pete’s mouth anywhere near his cock, but rather than say anything, he moved the chair out more. Pete dropped to his knees and started to unbuckle Gerard’s pants. Gerard leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. Maybe he could pretend that it was Frank. No such luck thought, from the moment that Pete released his cock and placed his hand on it, it all felt different. Frank gripped Gerard’s cock in a loving manner and Pete just grabbed and squeezed. The same with his mouth. His technique…if you could call it that, was so different from Frank that Gerard was not even getting as hard as he usually did. Pete never noticed though, which Gerard was happy for. After a little while Pete stood up.

”I changed my mind, I want to ride you.”

The idea of that just made Gerard cringe.

”No, I’m going to fuck you over the desk.”

”But Professssooorrrr.”

Gerard growled and grabbed Pete manhandling him over to the desk. He pushed him over and undid his pants. He yanked them down and forced Pete’s legs apart.

”Sorry, but I have no lube.”

Gerard did not really give a shit, but Pete smirked.

”That’s okay, I had Mikey stretch me before I came over.”

”Good.”

Gerard did not say anything else while he rolled the condom on. He lined himself up and pushed in making Pete cry out.

”Shut the fuck up asshole, you want to get caught!?”

Gerard pushed Pete’s tie into his mouth and then pinned his head to the desk while he gripped his shoulder with the other hand and just started fucking him hard and fast. He did not care if it hurt Pete or not, he wanted to get this over with. Pete apparently was either a masochist, not an off thought with Michael as his boyfriend, or didn’t care because he moaned and thrashed and pushed back with every thrust that Gerard gave him.

”Fuck, more harder, give me more!”

Gerard started to move faster and changed his angle a little and found Pete’s prostate. He kept aiming for it knowing that if he set Pete off, he would set himself off from the pressure. Gerard’s mind was on Frank right now and what he would say about all this. That actually made his cock lose some hardness, but once again Pete was so caught up in himself, he did not notice. It was not much longer till he came thankfully. Gerard pulled out and since he was going soft anyway. Pete assumed he came.

”Well Professor, I would say that is worth an A for both of us.”

Pete pulled his pants up and grabbed his books as Gerard tucked himself in.

”Thank Professor Way, I will be sure to cum for more extra credit next week.”

Pete blew him a kiss and was out the door. Gerard slumped in his chair and just covered his head wishing that his Baby boy was there.

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Gerard was drunk. He had been drunk every night since he found out about the blackmail. each day after school he would stop and buy some random alcohol and then spend the rest of the night drinking instead of grading papers. Now it was Thursday night and it was the last time he could get drunk. The weekend was coming and Frank always stayed over. Gerard fell back draining the last of the vodka from the bottle.

"Here is to Michael and Pete, may they both...zzzzzzz "

Meanwhile, Frank was sat in his dorm room, on his bed, listening to The Cure through his headphones, and doing his chemistry homework.. Well, TRYING to, anyway. After about an hour of trying to work out the answer to- Calcium hydroxide (Ca(OH)2) is a base that can be neutralized by hydrochloric acid. Write an equation for this reaction of calcium hydroxide with hydrochloric acid.. Like, WHAT?.. Frank closed his notebook that contained more poems about Gerard's hair, than actual chemistry formulas, and turned off his iPod. He couldn't concentrate on anything as banal as homework, when he had a gorgeous boyfriend just waiting for him in an apartment, only ten minutes’ walk from campus. Pulling on his tatty red Vans, and a hoodie with BVB on the front, Frank picked up his keys and wallet, and headed out into the fast darkening evening. Leaving campus by the back exit, Frank decided to pick up some food on the way, and stopped at a little pizza place that he knew Gerard liked. Twenty minutes later, he was letting himself into Gerard's apartment building, and trotting up the stairs, pizza in one hand, and Gerard's spare key in the other. When he reached the door, and slipped the key in the lock, all that was on his mind, was having a nice, relaxing night with his Gee. When he stepped into the living room, all those thoughts were shot to shit.

"GEE... What the FUCK?"

"Zzzzzzzzzz. *snort* Zzzzzzzzz"

Frank put the pizza box down on the coffee table and surveyed the damage. There were empty beer cans and vodka bottles strewn about the place, and the room stunk of alcohol. The smell made Frank's nose twitch, and soon he was taken by a mini sneezing fit, that he was shocked didn't wake Gerard up. Once Frank had got control of his nose again, he stepped over the piles of unmarked papers to get to his lover's side. There was an empty bottle laying in his loose fingers, and drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Frank rolled his eyes and took the bottle out of his hand, placing it on the table.

"Oh Gee."

He sighed, turning and walking through to the kitchen. Frank filled a glass with cold water, and returned in time to hear Gerard belch obnoxiously.

"Lovely."

Frank rolled his eyes, then tipped the entire glass of water over Gerard's sleeping head.

"*sputter* What the fuck!?"

Gerard felt like a drowned rat. He sat up quickly and then the headache hit him and he fell back down.

"*groan* Oh fuck me."

"Um.. Maybe later babe, you smell like a bar right now."

Frank scowled down at Gerard.

"Frankie? What are you...oh, my fucking head."

Frank rolled his eyes and planted his hands on his hips.

"I'm not surprised, looks like you drank a liquor store."

He cocked an eyebrow

"What were you thinking Gee?"

He slumped into the armchair opposite his inebriated boyfriend.

Gerard's head was throbbing. He crawled to the sofa and attempted to get up on it, but his hand slipped on an empty bottle and he crashed to the floor again.Frank squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"This isn't going to fix anything Gee."

He climbed out of the chair and crossed to Gerard's side, crouching down next to him and tilting his head to the right.

"You still awake?"

Gerard opened his eyes and blearily looked at his boyfriend.

"Hi Frankie."

Frank frowned slightly, pursing his lips, then gave in and smiled softly.

"Hi Gee, ya comfy there?"

Gerard grinned up at Frank.

"You look silly Frankie."

"And you look wasted Gee."

Frank sat down on the floor with his back to the sofa, as it seemed pretty obvious that Gerard wasn't getting up any time soon.

"Why baby?"

"Oh don't you see, I'm gonna lose my Frankie after he finds out what happened."

Gerard was now clearly not realizing he was talking to Frank. He groped for one of the bottles next to him that had a little liquid courage still in it.

"Yup, he's not gonna want me anymore cause of Pete."

Gerard opened the cap and tipped the bottle back. Most of it missed his mouth trickled down his chin onto his shirt.

"Oopps!"

Gerard laughed drunkenly and then stripped his shirt off.

"I didn’t want to do it ya know?"

He went back to the bottle, but it was empty now. He looked at it shaking it upsidedown and frowning.

"All gone."

Gerard tossed it behind him and then turned to Frank.

"Hi Frankie."

Frank could almost feel his heart breaking. Did Gerard mean what he just said? Was it the drink talking? Chest heaving painfully, Frank dragged himself to his feet, and staggered through to the kitchen. This couldn't be happening!

"NOBODY LIKES YOU. EVERYONE LEFT YOU. THEY'RE ALL OUT WITHOUT YOU HAVING FUN!"

Gerard is singing at the top of his lungs as he staggers to his feet. He sways down the hallway banging into the doorway of the bathroom. He goes in and gropes for the light and comes face to face with his reflection. He scowls at it.

"You don't deserve him. You cheated on him. You fucked Pete, you worthless piece of shit!"

Gerard pulled his fist back and then slammed it into the middle of the mirror. The glass spidered out at the connection point. Gerard did it again and again till he could hardly see himself. Then he slumped down on the floor and sobbed coloring the tile red. Frank stood in the kitchen, tears dripping down his face, as he heard glass breaking somewhere in the apartment. He didn't want Gerard to hurt himself, but right now, he couldn't bring himself to go to him. He should go. He should just get out right now, but he couldn't, cos whatever Gee had done, Frank still loved him. He just didn't want to be near him at the moment.

Gerard watched the blood flow. He should be in pain, but he wasn't. He didn't know if it was the alcohol in his system or that he just didn't care.

"I'm never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend, I know you’re not a fooooool."

Gerard began to trace hearts in the blood. He made three of them as he started to get sleepy.

"Should have known better then to cheat a friend and waste the chance that I've been given."

He spelled out Frank's name under the hearts. Each shaky letter in a small white tile.

"So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I dance with yoooooou."

Gerard dotted the "i" in Frankie and then passed out.

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It had been quiet for a while now, as Frank sat on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. Gerard had been singing, but that had faded to nothing about 20 minutes ago now. Gee was ok…right? Frank sniffed and wiped his snotty nose on the sleeve of his hoodie. He really should go check. Pulling himself to his feet, with the aid of the counter's edge, Frank wandered slowly through the apartment, looking for Gerard.

"Gee?"

He called, quietly, as he headed toward the bathroom, having already found both the living room, and bedroom, to be empty. The bathroom door sat just ajar, and as Frank pushed it open, he felt his heart just stop. It took him a full minute before his brain finally kicked into gear, then he rushed over and dropped to his knees, ignoring the blood that seeped into the front of his jeans.

"Gee? Oh God please wake up!"

He whimpered, pulling Gerard into his lap and cradling him against his chest.

"What did you do? What did you do?"

Frank grabbed a towel off the rack on the wall, and wrapped it carefully around Gerard's spilt and bleeding hand.

"Oh baby please…"

After a couple minutes panicking, because nothing he did was getting a reaction, Frank forced himself to be calm, and set about cleaning and dressing Gerard's wounds. There were quite a few little cuts, and two fairly deep ones, but Frank was almost certain that they shouldn’t need stitches. Having made sure that there were no pieces of broken mirror glass in Gerard's hand, Frank grabbed a bottle of peroxide from under the sink, and poured a generous amount over the broken skin. Now THAT got a reaction!

"FUCK!"

Gerard jumped up as his skin felt like it was on fire. He lost his footing on the slippery tile...when did he end up in the bathroom?...and crashed into wall near the toilet, backwards.

"Ow, fuck fuck fuck!"

"Easy easyeasy."

Frank reached out for Gerard, trying to get him to calm down, so he could finish sorting out his injuries.

"Baby, let me help you."

He eased himself carefully over the broken glass, and sat in front of Gerard on the cold tile floor.

"Please?"

"Frankie? What are doing here? Why are we in the bathroom? Ow, my head hurts and my hand...what happened?"

Gerard was so confused. His hand hurt, his head hurt and Frank was here taking care of him? He reached out to make sure that he was really there.

"Frankie, is that really you?"

"It's me baby, it'sme. You um…you had a few…drinks."

Frank stammered his words, frowning down to his hands.

"Your hand though... I'm er…not really sure."

He gently took Gerard's hand in his, careful not to touch the cuts.

"I better wrap these up."

Frank pulled the little first aid box out from its spot under the sink, next to where the peroxide lives. Opening the box, he found gauze, wrapping bandages, and tape, and set to work dressing the cuts, til Gerard's hand looked a bit like it should star in the movie, The Mummy. Frank giggled slightly as this popped into his mind, but he quickly stopped again as he remembered Gerard's drunken confession. But then, yes, he was drunk, and maybe it wasn't true, or maybe that's when people speak the most truth. Urgh!.. Frank was confused.

"I feel like an extra from a mummy movie."

Gerard pawed at Frank making groaning sounds.Frank smiled weakly and sat back against the wall, he didn't meet Gerard's eyes.

"Frankie...I love you."

Gerard didn't know why he needed to say it at that moment, but he did.

”You do?”

Gerard turned Frank's face to him with his bandaged hand.

"Yeah I do and I would do anything I had to stay with you."

Frank narrowed his eyes slightly at that.

"And you did do anything…didn't you?!"

The words came out bitter, but all he felt was sad.

"Frankie...I had to..."

Gerard was heartbroken. He had betrayed the boy that he loved. He got up and made his way out of the bathroom. He walked through the disaster that was his home and made his way to the kitchen. Up in the cabinet was another bottle of vodka. He pulled it down and held in between his thighs as he tried to open it, but it slipped and crashed to the floor. Gerard slid down among the broken glass and spilled liquor and cried.Frank heard the bottle break, and shakily forced himself onto his feet again. As he stepped back into the kitchen, he realized that he couldn't stay mad at Gerard, he just loved him too much.

"Gee? Don't do this…”

He crossed the room and extended his hand toward Gerard.

"Come on, get up. Let's get you out of these wet clothes."

Gerard's clothes were soaked in water, blood and alcohol, and Frank just wanted to help him right now.

"Come on."

Gerard just sat there reliving the horrid scene like he had been for the past three days. How Pete had cornered him and threatened his and Frank's relationship. How he said that Michael knew what he was doing and approved of it completely. Gerard was hoping that threatening to tell Pete's boyfriend would matter, but apparently they both fucked around a lot.

"Oh Professor, you know you are going to fuck me. You have no other choice and when your precious Baby Boy finds out, he is going to dump your ass, but don't worry...Mikey and I are going to be there to pick up the pieces."

Gerard recoiled when the boy touched him lovingly. It felt like he had used a knife dipped in acid instead of his hand. He pushed Pete hard after that and started yelling at him. Pete was not even phased. He got up and laughed...actually laughed.

"Awwww that's cute, you actually love the little shit don't you? So how about we get the two of you together and you can watch Mikey and I rape Frank while he sucks one of us off instead?"

Gerard was horrified that he would even suggest that! He begged them not to touch Frank, and that resulted in Pete winning and Gerard being handed the condom.

"I did it for us. I did it to protect you."

Gerard was not even aware that Frank was in the kitchen with him. Frank tilted his head to the right and lowered his hand. Gerard was talking to him, but didn't seem to even know he was there. Quietly, Frank sat down at the little table in the corner.

"What do you mean? For me…how?"

Frank kept his voice low, thinking that Gerard believed he was dreaming or something.

"I couldn't let them hurt my Frankie. Get their hands on him. They would destroy him. My Baby Boy deserves better than that...even if he is not mine anymore. I will always protect him."

Gerard looked down and saw that the bottom half of the bottle was intact. It had sharp edges to it, but the clear liquid it held called to him.

"Just one more drink."

He reached for it grasping the jagged glass with his only good hand. He saw the blood start to mix with the vodka and smiled.

"Pretty...like my Baby Boy."

Gerard slowly raised the razored container to his face. Just one sip.Just one.Frank's eyes widened in panic and he dashed across the small room, knocking the broken bottle from Gerard's torn hand.

"GEE, NO!"

He grabbed the older man by his shoulders and shaking him firmly.

"No!"

"Frankie?"

Gerard looked up and saw his boyfriend in front of him.

"But you can't be here. You can't, you left me."

"No baby, no. I didn't"

Frank murmured, kneeling carefully to avoid the glass that littered the floor.

"I'm right here, I'll never leave you, but you got to talk to me now.. You can't just drink and hide."

"*sniff sniff* Okay Frankie."

Frank sighed.

"So, Pete, huh?"

Gerard looked away. He was disgusted with himself. He didn't want to see the pain he caused in Frank's eyes.

"You said that you did it to protect me…what did you mean?"

"I..."

Gerard felt sick suddenly. Who fucks someone to protect someone else? Did he really do it for that or did he like it?

"Baby, please, whatever happened, it's not your fault. Those guys are twisted assholes. What did he say to you? What did he say he'd do?"

"He said...he said that if..."

Gerard couldn't say it. He just couldn't.Frank pulled Gerard into his arms and held him close.

"It's ok baby.. Shhh...it's ok…we'll figure this out, together. but you need to tell me."

"He said if I didn't fuck him that he and Mikey would r-r-r-r-r-ra..."

Gerard bent over and threw up on the kitchen floor all he had drunk that day. Frank didn't need to hear the rest of that sentence, he knew how it ended. Pulling Gerard's hair back from his face with one hand, while gently rubbing soothing circles on his back with the other, Frank did his best to stay calm now. Pete and Mikey caused this. They were the ones to blame, and one way or another, they'd pay for this. But right now, he needed to focus on Gerard.

"Ok baby, easy now."

He stood up, dragging Gerard to his feet as well, then walked him through to the bathroom, with one arm around his waist to hold him up, and sat him on the closed toilet seat, carefully avoiding the broken mirror on the floor.

"Hold on a second.Let me just sweep this up, then you, my smelly love, are having a shower."

Gerard watched as Frank swept up the broken mirror...when did that happen?... and wipe up blood on the tile that said his name. Gerard knew he did that for sure. He then heard the shower turn on and the room slowly filled with steam. Gerard figured that he should not let Frank do all the work so he began to slip his shoes off and work his pants open, which he found difficult with one bandaged hand and one cut to shit, As Frank turned back around, he saw Gerard struggling with his flies, and let out a small giggle.

"Here baby, let me help you with that"

He stepped over and deftly undid the button, before pulling the zipper down in one smooth movement, his hand brushing slightly against Gerard's crotch on the way.

"Thanks."

Gerard watched as Frank pulled his jeans down and then his briefs. He stepped out of them and with Frank's help stepped into the shower. The water felt great as it cascaded over his sore body. He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. Frank was in two minds of what to do now. Should he, a) go clean up all the blood, glass, puke etc in the kitchen, or should he, b) strip off and get in the shower with Gerard? A or b? A or b?.. Easy answer of course, he chose b. Toeing off his shoes and socks, then wriggling out of his skinny jeans and pulling off his hoodie, Frank looked at Gerard, and wasn't entirely certain that the other man was awake. Had he fallen asleep, standing up in the shower? Frank giggled quietly as he slipped off his boxers and stepped under the warm flow of water, before wrapping his arms loosely around Gerard's narrow hips.

"Hey baby?...you're supposed to be washing yourself."

"Huh? OH sorry Frankie, I'm just so tired."

Frank smiled gently, smoothing his fingers over the soft skin of Gerard's back.

"It's ok. Good thing I came to help you then, huh!?"

Gerard smiled and let Frank manhandle him. He was very innocent in all his moves, which was so unlike Frank, and made sure that his whole body was cleaned and refreshed. Frank turned the water off and grabbed and towel for each of them. He then helped Gerard out of the tub and led him to his bedroom. Gerard sat on the bed as Frank went to find him something to wear.

"You are amazing Frankie, I love you so much."

Frank grinned into Gerard's wardrobe as he searched for sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"I love you too Gee."

He brought the clothes over to Gerard.

"Ok, let's get you dressed and tucked up in bed, then I'll go clean up the mess you made."

He scowled for a moment, but couldn't hold it, and broke into a smile, rolling his eyes as Gerard tried to put his head through the arm hole of his dark shirt.

"God you're hopeless."

He chuckled, helping Gerard on with the top. Gerard smiled up at Frank. He could tell he was still drunk, but he was happy cause he had his Baby Boy with him.

"Kiss me."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"You're not gonna puke on me, are ya?"

Gerard giggled, he could not help it. He grabbed Frank by his towel and pulled him in close.

"Trust me Baby Boy."

Frank smirked as he wound his arms around Gerard's neck and leaned in close.

"Always."

And then Frank was crashing his lips into Gerard's, as he knelt up on the edge of the bed, one knee either side of Gerard's thighs, straddling his lap…only a towel between them.

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Gerard was feeling better today. He and Frank did not do anything last night other than kiss, but that alone made him bounce back.

"Well you are looking a lot more chipper today Professor Way."

"Yes and I am feeling like it Professor Toro."

"Good, Professor Bryar and I were a bit worried about you. We are guessing that your boyfriend had something to do with it?"

"Yeah, he came round and cheered me up last night."

"I'll bet he did. Well have a good day Professor Way."

"To you and Professor Bryar as well."

Gerard left the teacher’s lounge and made his way to his classroom. He had his coffee and was whistling when he ran into Michael.

"Good morning Professor Way. I see we are in a good mood this morning?"

Gerard would have rather said nothing, but he answered so he could keep going.

"Yes Michael I am, now if you don’t mind I have to get to class and you should too."

Without waiting for his answer, Gerard kept going till he arrived at the proper building. When he opened his door Frank was already there at his desk along with a few other students.

"Good morning early birds."

Frank looked up and winked, flashing Gerard a bright grin before looking back down at his notebook, as other boys trailed glumly into the room and slouched to their seats.Just a few more hours, and they would have the whole weekend together. Frank couldn't wait.

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"So what do you want to do this weekend?"

Frank and Gerard were in Gerard's little roadster driving away from the academy.

"We can take in a movie, or the carnival is in town, or we can do something silly like go rollerskating."

"Ooh, rollerskating sounds good.. I haven't done that in a long time."

Frank grinned over at Gerard, loving the way his long hair whipped about his face with the window down.

"I used to go with my cousins when I was little."

"Okay Baby Boy, Skating it is!"

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"Shit shitshitshit SHIT!"

For the fourth time today Gerard lost his balance and ended up on his ass.

"Fuck!whose bright idea was to do this again?"

Frank laughed, doing a seriously dodgy pirouette, tripping over his own wheels, and crashing to the shiny floor a couple feet away.

"Not sure. But I think they should get a prize."

He struggled to get back to his feet, and promptly fell back down, landing right across Gerard's outstretched legs.

"For most ridiculous idea ever!"

He giggled as he moved to sit next to Gerard, the two of them watching everyone else skate effortlessly around the rink.

"Let's just go get a milkshake. These skates are killing me anyway."

"Good Idea Baby Boy."

They helped each other upto the benches and took off their skates. They turned them in and then walked the short distance to the ice cream shop. Gerard ordered Frank a big thick double chocolate shake and got himself a mocha one. They sat together outside sipping them slowly.

"Hey Baby Boy? Would you move in with me after you graduate?"

Frank coughed and nearly shot milkshake out his nose.. Now that would have been embarrassing. He turned, wide eyed toward his beautiful boyfriend, and swallowed his mouthful of shake.

"Are…are you serious Gee?"

The out-of-the-blue question surprising him somewhat.

"I mean, like…yes of course! I'd LOVE to...really…you're serious?"

"Really? Oh that makes me so happy!"

Gerard gave Frank the biggest smile and slurped happily at his milkshake.

"So now what do you want to do?"

Frank took a big sip of his drink, and thought for a moment.

"Well I picked skating, and milkshakes, so I guess it's your turn to choose what we do next"

He grinned, a drop of shake dripping down his chin and Gerard had to do anything he could not to drag Frank into his lap and lick him clean. He congratulated himself on his self-control.

"Hmmmm, well it's still early for dinner, and I am still smarting from our roller skating fiasco. How about we take a walk in the park?"

Frank giggled to himself, remembering how hopeless they'd both been on skates, and wiped away the cold wetness he felt on his chin, with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Yeah, okay! You can push me on the swings!"

"I think that can be arranged."

Gerard sipped the last of his shake and then got up and threw out the cup. He stood in front of Frank and offered his arm.

"Shall we?"

Frank linked his arm through Gerard's, and they headed off toward the nearby park.

"Gee?"

Frank pulled Gerard from his thoughts after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Yeah baby, what's on your mind?"

Frank looked down at his shoes as they walked, frowning slightly.

"What happens when you leave the Academy? I mean..."

He trailed off, biting his lip and looking away.

"I never really planned on it."

Frank looked at Gerard in surprise, but Gerard just shrugged.

I kind of wanted to stay there. Like show them that I did a good job and maybe they would keep me. I knew you only had this semester and then one year left, so I figured if we could keep us quiet that you would graduate and then it would not matter that we were together."

Frank grinned, but then a thought struck him.

"But then..."

He stopped walking and frowned deeply.

"But then Pete and Mikey will be able to carry on doing this till I leave… I… I can't take that."

He wasn't really sure if he wanted to cry, or scream right now.

"Well I won't have them in my class so I can't affect their grades anymore and....oh, you mean...I didn't think about that."

Gerard stopped at a bench and sat down heavily.

"I guess I will have to quit after all huh?"

Frank frowned as he sat himself on Gerard's knee, wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck, and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Don't be too hasty…we'll think of something."

Gerard slid an arm around Frank's waist and held him close.

"I guess, but...oh shit!"

Gerard looked up just as he made eye contact with the last people he expected to see.

"Professor Way...and Mr. Iero.Nice to see you."

It was Professor Toro and Professor Bryar out walking dogs. Well isn't that nice.

"I...uh....*sigh* look you might as well know that Frank and I had been going out years before I became a teacher and..."

"Oh we know."

"Wait what?!"

"Sure, you guys are always at the horror marathons that the palladium plays each month. I've seen you there for the last two years."

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"To avoid something awkward like this?"

Frank swallowed nervously.

"So…you're ok with this?"

He looked between his three teachers, and wasn't sure if he should get off Gerard's lap or not.

"You had the relationship established years ago. We have no right to say anything...I mean we are not on the board though, but we aren't going to say anything right Robert?"

"Yeah, Gerard is a good guy. I don't think he would ever take advantage of a student."

That made Gerard relax. If only that little bastard was of the same mind.

"Well you folks have a nice weekend. See you on Monday Mr. Iero."

"Yes and don’t forget, chemistry test so study."

Both professors nodded at them and then walked off.

"Well that was unexpected huh?"

Frank relaxed again, laying his head back down.

"Yeah."

He was still nervous. What if someone else had seen them, but he brushed the thought aside, figuring they would've heard about it by now.

"I don't know about you, but I am emotionally drained right now. How about a nap before we take in dinner?"

Gerard yawned right on cue as he said this. HIs eyes were blood shot with worry though. He hopes that Frank could not tell.

"Ok."

Frank softly kissed Gerard's cheek before hopping up from his lap and offering his hand to the older man.

"Everything will work out alright Gee, you'll see."

As they headed back toward Gerard's apartment, Frank realized that he had to think of a way to get Mikey and Pete off their backs. Something that would mean that they would never bother them again. But what?

"Oh, tomorrow, I have a meeting with my academic rep. I know that I always give you the whole weekend, but it's only for a few hours and I promise to make it up to you. Think you can figure out something to keep you busy for a couple hours? Maybe watch a movie?"

"Sure, no problem."

Frank smiled sweetly, but inside his head, the cogs were turning, and a plan was forming.By the time they reached Gerard's place, his gentle smile had turned into a wicked grin, and the scheme in his mind to bring down Mikey and Pete, was ready to be put into action.

"Hey, I said we were going to sleep not "sleep" so get that wicked little grin off your face Mr. Iero."

Frank chuckled.

"Whatever you say Professor Way.Whatever you say."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's it hangin'?..

You asked for more, so here it is!.. As always, this is also up on AO3, along with my lovely co-author momiji's notes on the chapter.. Feel free to check it out there, along with all her other wonderful stories.

Anyway, please comment, stay safe, and peace out!
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