Finger-painting Isn't Just For Kids

It was mid November and school had already started over two months ago; everyone had gotten used to the routine, mostly because they had been doing it every year for most of their lives now. Well, everyone except Gerard -as a teacher at least. It was his first year teaching at Belleville High, and he'd only applied for this job because it turned out that having a degree in illustration didn't really get you anywhere unless you were a woman who was willing to sleep her way to the top, or bottom or anywhere near getting paid really. Although, he didn't personally mind the woman part of the deal -he'd dressed in drag for a good period of the time he spent in Art school, and he was willing to do it again- but he was sure the person on the receiving end would. So, Gerard had to settle for what he could get; beggars can't be choosers, he thought to himself and sighed.
At the same time, Frank let out a frustrated grunt as he headed towards the Art room, thankful that it was the last lesson of the day. He was dreading it but not because the teacher was horrible, in fact, it was the complete opposite. He had a massive crush on his art teacher, and it was getting out of hand. He'd only known him for the few weeks he had spent in school so far, but Mr Way could have anyone fall him in seconds, Frank thought. He couldn't concentrate on the lessons or the work anymore; he was just too busy staring at the way Mr Way talked out the sides of his mouth, or made hand gestures whenever he was getting really excited about something, because Mr Way lived Art and it was adorable. And insanely hot, but Frank couldn't admit that to anyone but himself. Usually, he didn't care that he was failing but this time he did. He wasn't sure why, maybe he felt like he needed to do good in Art to impress his teacher or maybe it was because if he failed anymore of his classes he would fail the entire year, and have to repeat it. He didn't care much about the latter though, maybe if he did fail, he'd be able to work up the courage to actually do something about his stupid crush, or at least spend more time staring at the lips he thought of everyday and yet could only see three times a week.
Gerard had just been writing up today's work on the board when the students started coming in. It was the last period of the day and he knew everyone wasn't going to be in the mood to work including him. When everyone came in and sat in their seats he looked around making sure they were all there and said, "okay, class, I know you're all tired, so I only want you to finish your projects and hand them in. It shouldn't be much since I know most of you are practically done with it." He looked around smiling at the somewhat bored students and lingered a little on the last one, a particularly handsome black haired boy, who had come in and was taking his seat in the back as he spoke. He was looking more tired than he usually did, but Gerard tried not to think much of it, just like he was trying not to think of him -yes, his student, Fr- no, Mr Iero, he reminded himself- at all. However, that rarely ever worked; he would always find himself unconsciously walking over to his desk, or leaning in a little too close to him. Gerard couldn't explain why and did not want to. He was terrified of the answer, whatever it was, it felt wrong -and right, but he couldn't think like that, he wasn't allowed to.
Frank blushed when Mr Way smiled at him, his heart skipping a beat and quickly looked down at his desk, praying that no one had caught him. Surely he was just being nice, but he secretly hope, wanted, maybe even needed, it to be more. Frank hadn't even managed to start his project three weeks into the assignment and he didn't even know what he wanted to do for it. He had no ideas whatsoever; he just wanted to sit, stare at Mr Way some more, and try not be noticed. Frank sort of even felt bad for acting like a creepy teenager with a crush but then again, he really was a creepy teenager with a crush, a crush on his art teacher, a teacher who kept glancing at him and smiling at him like he knew about all those things Frank thought about whenever he was alone with a little too much time and libido on and directed towards his hand. Not to mention whenever Mr Way would lean in just a little too close to him, so close, Frank would have to hold his breath and bit his lip hard, only being able to nod and shake his head, because he was too afraid he wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom and would explode right then, hands free.
Gerard bit his lip when he noticed how his student had reacted towards him, so he made a mental note not to focus too much on him, knowing that it was inevitable, but at least, he would try, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. After all, this was Art class; you were supposed to enjoy it. He couldn't deny that it bummed him out a little because he really wanted to get to know the teen, not because he was incredibly attracted to him and could practically imagine himself kissing away at the crook of his neck, no, that wasn't the case, but because his drawings were really interesting aside from being almost always incomplete -something he was planning on addressing very soon. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the thought and gave his students 10 minutes to work on their projects before he started going around checking on them and helping those who needed his help.
Frank sighed again quietly, and picked up his pencil. He wanted to try hard on this, he wanted it to be something good and original, something that would impress Mr Way and make up for all the incomplete work so far but he couldn't think of anything. He was starting to get frustrated with himself, biting his lip hard and glaring down at the empty page when his quiet sighs caught Gerard's attention. He was checking one student's work, but he glanced in the direction of the noise to find Mr Iero staring hopelessly at the sketchbook in front of him and not doing anything, so he decided to go check up on him next.
Frank was too distracted by the thought of him failing to think of something proper to draw, anything would be better than nothing at this point. He didn't really understand why he was so stuck; maybe the pressure of needing to pass his class was getting to him, along with the realization that he really wasn't anywhere near. He hadn't even noticed when Gerard quietly walked over to his desk with a smile on his face and said, "hi, how's it going?"
Frank looked up at Mr Way, cheering up slightly but praying that he wasn't blushing this time. "I just- I haven't got any ideas and I need to pass this class," he stuttered, trying to form coherent sentences, " I-I'm failing a-all my others and this o-one too.."
Gerard frowned in concern, thinking for a second, and started, "I really like your work, Mr. lero, and I can't deny that I was looking forward to seeing something completed, but you seem to have a lot to worry about other than my assignment. How about you come see me after class so we can talk about it?" He looked away and said smiling softly at him, "hmm, why don't you draw something that's been on your mind a lot lately, to release stress? Forget the original assignment, this is your new one -just do that for the rest of the class, is that okay?"
Frank smiled and felt his cheeks get warm when he heard that his teacher liked his work so he nodded, only realising afterwards what he had just agreed to do. Practically the only thing that had been on his mind recently was Mr Way, and he couldn't just bullshit and draw something else, he would know, because Mr Way could tell. He bit his lip, and nodded again, flipping to a clean sheet of paper. "Yeah, I'll-uh, I'll do that."
Gerard grinned and exclaimed, "Awesome," as he patted Frank's shoulder lightly moving to the next student, mentally reprimanding himself for doing that. It was obvious he was making him comfortable but Frank was probably just too polite to call him out for it. Why did he had to be so, so him, that was the only way to put it
Frank smiled before sighing and looking down at the paper. Fuck it, he thought, sharpening the pencil and starting to draw. For the first time in a while, he managed to get a drawing almost completed by the end of the lesson, a drawing of Mr Way, sitting at a desk with a grin on his face. Fuck, he couldn't hand that in, he thought and blushed as he turned the sketch over, hoping that Mr Way wouldn't ask for it.
The clock had read two minutes until the bell, so Gerard decided to dismiss his students. "Okay, class, that's it for today, please clean your tables and leave your artworks on them, I will collect them after class. You may leave when you are done unless I've asked you to stay. Thank you and I will see you next class."
Frank squirmed in his seat, knowing that it was directed at him. He stayed sitting at his desk, watching everyone else leave. A few of them giggled as they passed him but he rolled his eyes and stared down at the paper in his hands, blushing slightly as he was reminded of what he had drawn.
Just as the last couple of students were about to leave, Gerard got up from his desk and walked over to Frank's and leaned against the table in front of it. "So, how did it go, Mr. lero," he asked cheerfully eyeing the paper in Frank's hands.
Frank bit his lip and looked up at his teacher, still blushing. He didn't want to show it to him but Mr Way was being so cheerful about it and Frank didn't want to disappoint him so he set the paper on the table and turned it over so he could see the drawing, looking way in embarrassment.
Gerard was taken by surprise; that was the last thing he was expecting -no, he wouldn't even expect that in a million years. He blushed and smiled out of embarrassment. "I-uh, I don't think I, uh," he stuttered from the slight shock, "was very clear about my request." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, and continued, " It's an excellent drawing but that's not what I asked you to do, drawing me will not make you pass, Fr- sorry- Mr.lero." Shit, he cursed mentally, stay professional Gerard. This is your student.
"Yes it is!" Frank protested, turning to look at him again. "You asked me to draw something that's been on my mind a lot, so I did." Frank explained, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could think. He blushed furiously and squeezed his eyes shut, starting to feel his heart beat faster. He wasn't sure why he felt so disappointed, it's not like he was expecting Mr Way to like him back.
Frank's reaction startled Gerard a little, he didn't mean to offend him, he just couldn't make out what he meant by the drawing, surely, Frank had other things to worry about, other people, of course, he did'n't -couldn't know about Gerard, no...
"It's okay. I'm sorry if I creeped you out, I'll just go." Frank said, grabbing his backpack, ready to make a run for the door.
"No, no, please don't go. I'm sorry I-I'm just a little confused. I like your drawing, a lot I'm really happy with it, you flatter the subject, uh, me, a lot, your shading is spot on, proportions too," Gerard rambled, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, I'm not that good of a teacher, sorry, please stay."
"You are a good teacher," murmured Frank, dropping his bag back down on the floor and looking back up at Mr Way. "I- didn't flatter you. You really do look like that, especially when you get excited about the subject. It's c-" He stopped and hesitated, looking down at the picture. "Wait, what are you confused about?"
Gerard ran his hand through his hair trying to fully compose himself, he had to stay professional. "T­h-thank you. Hmm, say you were writing an artist's statement, I guess I'm a little confused about, uh," he said looking for the right word all over the empty mom, " the message?"
"The message?" Frank repeated, blushing hard and biting his lip. He looked down at the picture and took a deep breath. "Well, I guess you could say that the message is that I can't get you out of my mind. I can't concentrate on anything else, especially in Art class. I can't concentrate on my work because all I can focus on is you, like when you're explaining something and you talk with your hands and you smile a lot." He stopped himself right there and closed his eyes, waiting for his teacher's reaction, expecting to get kicked out of classroom.
Gerard observed Frank intently, he wished he could at least lean in and brush those lips with his thumb, telling him that it was okay, that he thought it was cute, that he didn't have to be so embarrassed about it, but he wasn't supposed to think of him like that. He brought a hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing it a little and tried his best not to "misunderstand" his student, yes, he had to remind himself.
"I'm very sorry my bad habits are distracting you, I've been trying to quit them but it's not working very well," he said and let out an embarrassed laugh.
"No, no, I like it when you get excited and when you smile." Frank murmured, looking back up at him.
"You have a cute smile, I-I like it. I like you." He murmured after a pause, running a hand through his hair. "I've had a stupidly huge crush on you for ages."
It was Gerard's turn to start biting on his bottom lip. He replayed Frank's words over and over in his head. I like you. Crush on you. This couldn't be real. He got up and took one step closer to Frank whispering something inaudible and then said in a slightly louder voice, "Mr. lero are you willing to risk being expelled and my career for this?"
He didn't really know what he was saying at this point, adults weren't really any less confused than teenagers were when it came to things like this after all, that's why they had laws that banned them, no?
"I don't care about being expelled. I mean I don't want you to get fired or anything, but I really like you a lot" Frank murmured, looking up at him in shock. He'd been expecting to be kicked out, not this. This was better than he'd expected but he was still nervous as fuck. Did this mean Mr Way liked him back? Was he willing to risk it?
"You really should care, Frank. Can I call you that? Frank," he asked in a whisper. If his student was willing to risk it then he would be too. This is what he'd been dreaming of ever since he laid eyes on the beautiful raven. He tried to smile a little not wanting to make him feel pressured into saying anything he didn't want to.
Frank nodded, staring up at him. "I know I should, but I don't. There are other schools I could go to but what about your job?" Frank asked, he was pretty sure that if they got caught then Mr Way would lose far mom than his job.
Gerard didn't pay much attention to what Frank said after he nodded. After that, not much mattered. His smile remained unchanged when he asked, "may I kiss you, Frank?"
Frank blushed at his brashness, nodding again. "Yes. Sir," hee breathed out, smiling back at him. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Gerard. You can call me Gerard if you want to that is," he said quietly leaning in to kiss him. His hand reached up to hold his face gently. He caressed Frank's bottom lip with his thumb slowly like he had always wanted to and paused for a second trying Frank one more time, "are you sure?"
Frank took in a deep breath, nodding again. "I'm sure, Gerard." He murmured, nervously moving a hand up to rest on his teacher's waist.
Gerard smiled and whispered, "okay." He leaned in, closed his eyes and brushed his lips against Frank's gently, testing the waters.
Frank closed his eyes and leaned up to press his lips against Gerard's, sighing happily into the kiss, still not quite believing that this could actually be happening while Gerard tightened his grip on his face pulling him closer for a hungrier kiss. Kissing him in his dreams was good; reality, however, tasted like heaven.
Frank made a small noise, his hand tightening on Gerard's waist as he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss and nervously licking over his teacher's bottom lip. Gerard sighed in response and kissed him deeply and slowly, taking his time to memorize how what his mouth feels like. They kissed for the longest time until Gerard started moving away towards his neck. Now that he finally got to do this, he wasn't about to stop just there. He wanted more.
Frank bit his lip to try and stop himself from making any embarrassing noises, tilting his head to the side to give Gerard more space at his neck while Gerard's hand moved to Frank's collar tugging at his shirt exposing his collarbones and left shoulder. He began kissing and sucking on his neck gently enough not to leave any marks. He wasn't sure if Frank would mind him marking him like that just yet as he let out a breathy sigh, reaching a hand up to tangle in his teacher's hair, pulling slightly but not too hard. "More, please..."
Gerard stopped and looked at him questioningly, "it'll leave a mark.."
"I can cover it up." Frank murmured, staring at him, "You don't have to if you don't want to, just please don't stop."
"You're going to have to," replied Gerard and smirked. He returned to Frank's neck and bit him not too gently sucking on his skin. Frank moaned quietly, tilting his head again, sliding the hand that was resting on Gerard's waist round to the small of his back, pulling him closer.
Encouraged by the sounds Frank was making, Gerard bit him roughly, rolling the skin with his teeth. He wanted to mark him as his own, to show the world that this was his student, his Frank.
"Oh!" Frank gasped, biting his lip hard. The realisation that this was actually happening hitting him, he could finally touch. He moved his hands down, sliding them up underneath Mr Way's shirt, glancing at him to make sure it was okay.
Gerard leaned into Frank's touch welcoming it. He continued to nibble on his neck and collarbones, gently going over the fresh hickey once in a while as Frank slid his hands as far up underneath his shirt as they would go, lightly stroking over Mr Way's chest, sighing happily. Gerard's mouth went up to Frank's ear and whispered, "Do you want me to take that off?"
"Y-yes." Frank murmured, nodding shyly. "I-if that's okay."
Gerard smiled against his ear and whispered, "it is okay." He took one step away from him meeting his eyes. His hands reached for his shirt and began taking it off making the hem graze over Frank's hands. Once it was off, he tossed it on a nearby table and waited.
Frank watched him strip the shirt off, biting his lip. God, how was it even possible for a teacher to look that hot?! Frank took a moment to stare at him before he stepped closer again, running his hands over Gerard's chest, brushing his fingers over his nipples lightly. Gerard closed his eyes, smiled and hummed.
"You can do whatever you want to, anything at all."
Frank nodded, even though Gerard couldn't see him, and leaned forward to kiss over his neck gently. There was so much he wanted to do, so many things he wanted Gerard to do to him, he couldn't choose. Gerard sighed and whispered out of the side of his mouth, "tha's a good start, mm."
Frank smiled against his neck. "I love it when you do that," h whispered, before biting Gerard's neck lightly and rubbing a thumb over one of his nipples, sliding the other hand down to squeeze his ass gently. Gerard brought one of this hands up to Frank's black hair and started playing with it, the other hand making its way under his shirt. He slid one of his fingers into the hemline of his pants and hummed causing Frank to break away from sucking his neck for a moment.
"Y-you want me to take my shirt off," he asked.
Gerard opened his eyes and asked, "do you want me to take your shirt off?"
"Yes." Frank nodded, staring up at him and leaning up to kiss him gently.
Gerard kissed him back and started taking his shirt off. He was careful to do it slowly, grazing his skin with the tips of his fingers and sending small electric shocks through his body. He never once looked away from Frank's eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes that fascinated him.
When the shirt was off, his hands returned to his waist to pull him closer. Frank slid his arms around Gerard's neck, kissing him again and tangling his fingers in his hair, trying to get as close to him as possible. The other's hands traveled south, finding Frank's thighs. He lifted him up and gently sat him on a desk, "is that okay?"

Notes

excuse my spelling mistakes, it's 4 am.
this is also my first fic ever so feedback is highly appreciated.
if anyone is actually interested in this i'll post the next chapter so lemme know!
have a great day