I Think I Like It

His jaw was clenched, his hands white on the steering wheel.
“Where are we going?” I asked weakly. He barked out a laugh.
“Does it matter?” he cried. I chewed my lip. Honestly, he was scaring me; I wasn’t used to him being so reckless. He put his hand on my thigh as he drove, but didn’t look at me or try any conversation.
“Stop being so damn afraid of me, Frank. I won’t do anything stupid while you’re in the car.”He said curtly.
“Yes, Sir.” I murmured. He peered at me from the corner of his eye, smirking, but didn’t say much else. I felt a bit more relaxed, but still on edge. I really had no idea where he intended on taking me, and that alone made me nervous. I trusted him, most of the time, but I was also aware that he was slightly unstable at the moment, and that was the fuel for most – if not all – of my uncertainty.

The car stopped suddenly outside a house, which I assumed was his. It wasn’t anything particularly special, but I felt honored that he brought me here. I followed him up the short driveway and he let me into the front door, closing it behind me. I didn’t even have time to comment on his home, because he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. He stood, glowering above me, before giving a soft moan and kissing me. His mouth took complete control, and I let him, content to follow his lead. He threaded his hands through my hair, grinding himself against my thigh. I panted like I was thirsty, and he was all the water in the world. Still, I found the willpower to stop.
“Gee…do you want this?”
“Yes.” He growled, claiming my neck.
“Is this just because you’re sad?” I said, my voice softer. He glared at me from under his eyelashes, grabbing my thighs and pulling me up so my legs were around his waist, and only being trapped between him and the wall held me up.
“I want you.” He said. I noticed that he never actually answered me, and my stomach dropped; but I knew he needed this – needed me – so I let him have it. I felt him bite down on my neck, sucking gently at the skin, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back. Fuck it. Fuck if anyone saw, or if my friends questioned me. I didn’t care about anything except him and his hands, and his fucking mouth.
“Gerard. Baby.” I breathed, panting and moaning like a fucking schoolgirl. He brought his lips to the shell of my ear.
“I’m still not going to fuck you until you graduate.” He chuckled, kissing the side of my head. I groaned and dropped my head to his shoulder. He laughed again and carried me over to the sofa, carefully placing me down on the soft cushions.
“You’re beautiful.” He said, kissing me softly. He seemed a bit more like I was used to now, and I took a deep breath. I put my hand on his cheek, stroking the soft skin.
“What brought this on?” I asked.
“I just needed to get you alone. I just…I don’t know. I just needed to keep you near me. Is that stupid?”
“No. No, baby, it’s not.” I whispered, sitting up and shuffling over so he could come and sit next to me. Instead, he lay down, his head in my lap. I dragged my fingers softly through his hair.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” He said, catching one of my hands and kissing it softly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked tentatively. He sighed.
“I have a little brother. His name’s Mikey and…he’s great. He’s been my best friend my whole life and I’d literally murder for him. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for him. But uh, he’s not doing well. He’s got a bit of a, uh, drinking problem. He told me he had it under control, but I guess he didn’t. Anyway, long story short, he’s in the hospital in a coma. Don’t know how it happened. Some sort of accident.” He said, his voice surprisingly strong. I was silent.
“And then, of course, there’s the normal stuff. Financial issues, I don’t have any friends, my Dad still hates me because I’m gay. That kind of stuff.” He laughed bitterly. His eyes found mine and he smiled softly.
“Then there’s the small detail of me being stupidly, irrationally and immutably in love with one of my students.” He said, his voice almost a whisper.
“You don’t have to say that.” I murmured. He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I mean it.” He said.
“Don’t. Not now, okay?” I said sadly. He looked at me like he didn’t quite understand, but his face smoothed out.
“Everything’s just falling apart.” He sighed.
“So you want to die.” I said bluntly. He looked back up at me, smiling a little.
“Not right now I don’t. Not while you’re here.”
“But you do sometimes.”
“Yes. I do.” He sighed. I kissed his forehead and he hummed in pleasure.
“Too bad. I won’t ever let you go.” I whispered, and he smiled.
“I might have to hold you to that.”
“You can.” I beamed. He pouted and pulled himself up so he was upright, and kissed me slowly, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“C’mon sweetheart, let me drive you home.” He murmured.
“No. I wanna stay here with you.”
“That’s not a great idea.”
“I’m worried about you.” I admitted. He kissed me again.
“I promise I’m okay.”
“I don’t care. I want to stay here.” I said, stubborn. He raised an eyebrow and pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling his knees and facing him.
“Oh yeah? And what would you do if I let you stay?” he asked, bouncing me slightly on his knees. I put my hands in his hair.
“I’d kiss you a lot, and I’d hug you a lot, and I’d fuck you a lot.” I said. He chuckled and kissed me gently, not much more than brushing his lips against mine.
“You pose a good argument, Iero.” He snickered.
“Enough to persuade you to let me stay?” I asked hopefully. He sighed and brushed my hair out of my face.
“No. But I do want to ask you something.” He said. I nodded, prompting him to continue.
“You said something before. You said I was, ah, pretty?” he asked, tilting his head. I blushed.
“Yeah. You are. I mean, you’ve got, uhm, feminine features. Soft and…y’know. Pretty. Especially with your hair like that. It’s uhm, really hot.” I said, blushing even redder. He beamed, his smile getting wider as I spoke.
“Thanks for clarifying.” He said with a wicked smile that forced a chill through my spine. He took the opportunity to stand up, causing me to fall to the floor. He laughed and helped me back to my feet. He kissed me, his hands sliding down my back and onto my hips.
“Stop tempting me.” He moaned. I chewed my lip and smiled.
“I’m not doing anything.” I insisted. His eyes flashed up.
“Exactly.”
I laughed and snuggled deeper into his arms, breathing in his scent.
“Baby, I don’t wanna go.” I murmured.
“Don’t call me that, or else I’ll do whatever you want.” He laughed.
“Baby, please.” I pleaded, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He moaned and rested his head against mine.
“Baby, baby, baby. Gerard. Baby. Please.” I whimpered. He groaned and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me further back into his house.
“Maybe you could stay a little bit longer” he teased. I grinned and kissed him, forcing him backwards until our legs hit the sofa and we toppled over.
“You bitch.” He laughed, pulling me down for another kiss. I ran my hands through his hair, biting my lip.
“You’re a bitch.” I replied. He laughed and kissed my neck.
“Mmhm. I’d be your bitch whenever you want, sweetheart.” He purred. I moaned softly, pushing my hips slowly down onto him. He held the back of my neck and brushed his lips against mine.
“What I wouldn’t give to be able to have you right now.” He murmured.
“You have got me.”
“You know what I mean.” He groaned, peppering kisses around my neck and collarbones. I whined and buried my nails in the sofa behind his head.
“I want that too. Fuck it, baby, please. We can do it now, before I go home.” I said, desperation leaking into my voice. I rolled my hips down, brushing past the hardness in his jeans and he moaned, gripping my waist.
“I would. But I can’t.” he said, his lips turning up at the edges.
“Why?” I pleaded. He chuckled and rolled over, so he was on top of me. He bit down on my neck, one hand threaded through my hair, the other still holding my hip. I whimpered as he sucked roughly on my skin, his teeth grazing me, making a tingle run across my thighs.
“Gerard, please.” I begged, rubbing myself against him, trying to find some relief. He smirked against my neck and slid his hand down from my waist, pressing it against the bulge in my jeans. I rolled my hips up, nearly crying out as he squeezed my dick through my clothes. I realized then how much I’d been waiting for him to touch me. He hadn’t ever done it before, and it fueled the fire in my thighs and stomach.
“Fuck me.” I almost screamed.
“I told you I can’t.” He said firmly, his lips brushing my neck.
“Why?” I pleaded, tears filling my eyes. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue flicking out to lick my lips.
“Because if I fucked you, you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, and you have school.” He breathed, his mouth pulling up in a smile, but it seemed strained. He was desperate too.
“Just be gentle then.” I whispered. He kissed my neck, his lips trailing down to my collarbones. His eyes flicked up to meet mine and he glared at me from under his eyelashes. His eyes were wide and lust-blown, his lips swollen and glistening.
“I don’t think I have the strength to be gentle with you.” He snarled. I gasped, and the sound seemed to trigger something in him. It was like an animal attack in the way that he lunged at me, pinning me down to the sofa.
“When I fuck you, Frank, you won’t be able to walk the next day. That’s a fucking promise. I will fuck you so hard that all you’ll be able to do is lie there, panting like a whore until I come fuck you again.” He growled.
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned, unable to say much else. He chuckled and slid off of me, his face pulled into a smile, but his eyes still darkened with need.
“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you home.” He said, reaching for his coat. I stared at him, mouth agape.
“What?” I spluttered. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way he expected me to just go home. I rose to my feet and staggered towards him, taking the coat he handed to me. His eyes shone with amusement, his shoulders twitching as he laughed.
“You can’t expect me to go home like this.” I said, still shocked. He brushed a hand past my cheek.
“How else can I make sure you’ll be thinking about me?” he sighed. I caught his hand and entwined our fingers.
“Because I always do.” I said. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
“Glad to hear it.” He smirked.

His hand slid up and down my thigh as he drove, and I shifted uncomfortably under his touch.
“You’re an asshole.” I spat. He sighed and raised his eyebrows.
“Stop being such a bitch.” He said, sounding tired.
“I thought you were the bitch.” I teased. He smiled, still looking at the road.
“I said I would be, not that I am.” He said.
“You’re the pretty one.” I mumbled. He chuckled.
“I’ll allow you that.” He snickered.
“So you agree that you’re pretty?” I laughed. He parked the car by the side of the road and looked at me fondly, cupping my cheek.
“Darlin’, if you want, I’ll be the prettiest damn girl you’ve ever seen.” He laughed, kissing me softly.
“Tomorrow.” I whispered against his mouth. I felt his lips turn up under mine.
“Tomorrow.” He repeated. I kissed him again, savoring the taste of his mouth, then slid out of the car. I thanked him mentally for parking further up the road and walked home, feeling the brisk, cold air on my cheeks. I couldn’t help but smile, despite my achingly hard dick, just thinking about him. Sure, things weren’t great, but it was comforting to know that he was so easily distracted, and even more comforting that he wanted me to be the one to distract him. I walked into my house in a daze, not even realizing that I’d passed my Mom until I heard her voice.
“What the hell is that on your neck?” her shrill voice called, cutting into my thoughts. Well, shit.

Notes

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(Also hella smut to make up for the sadness of the last chapter. Don't say I don't give you anything.)