I should have felt bad lying to my Mom, but I didn’t. I sighed and sat down, running my hand through my hair, and admitted that I’d been with a girl. She looked concerned, but somewhat relieved. She gave me a talk about staying safe, and I assured her that I was, that we were waiting until after graduation to do anything serious (which, technically, was true) and that she didn’t need to worry about me. She was clearly uncomfortable, so this came as quite the relief to her. She excused herself up to bed, and I did the same.
Not that I did much sleeping, of course.
I called Gerard, and was surprised when he answered on the first ring.
“I was expecting your call, sweetheart.” He said, his voice thick and gravelly.
“You were?” I asked, smiling.
“Mm. I knew you couldn’t deal with having your dick hard for so long. My poor little sweetheart.” He purred.
“It’s your fault.” I whispered.
“I know. Great, isn’t it?” he chuckled. I moaned, sliding my hand to palm myself through my jeans.
“Baby, please. Help me.” I whimpered. He was silent for a moment.
“I don’t think I will.” He said darkly.
“Why?”
“Because you were bad.” He said, putting on his teacher voice. Jesus Christ, he’d be the death of me.
“When?” I demanded.
“In the parking lot today. Do you realize how reckless that was? What if we’d been caught?” he hissed. I moaned.
“Sorry sir. Please.” I whispered.
“No.”
“Gerard, please.” I begged.
“Let me explain this so you’ll understand, okay? You can’t touch yourself. You can’t cum. You can’t finger yourself. You can’t watch porn. When I see you tomorrow, I expect you to report to me that you were good and did what I said – if you disobey, your punishment will be even worse. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir.” I sobbed, feeling my cock throb.
“I’ll know if you’ve lied to me, Frank.” He said firmly.
“I’ll be good, sir. I promise.” I panted, not completely sure that I could actually keep this promise.
“Good boy.” He murmured. He was silent for a moment, and I heard a zip. Dear God.
“Stay on the phone baby.” He groaned. I couldn’t hear much other than his gentle moans, and the way his breath hitched in his throat.
“Fuck….oh, fuck.” He moaned, panting and whimpering as he fucked himself into his hand. I wished more than anything that I could be with him. His moans turned into soft, gentle screams of pleasure.
“You’ll never guess what I’m doing now.” He moaned, and I could guess that there was a smirk on his damn face.
“What?”
“I’m fucking myself. I’ve got my fingers up my ass, and I’m pretending it’s your cock.” He said. The bluntness of the statement, along with the mental image, almost pushed me over the edge.
“Please let me cum.” I begged.
“N-fuck. No. Fuck.” He moaned, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. For the first time, I was happy he wasn’t there to see me.
“I can’t…I need to…” I whimpered.
“Don’t be such a slut.” He hissed, his breath coming out in heavy, wild pants. He was close, I could hear that just from his breathing.
“Let me hear you cum, Gee. Please. For me, baby. For me.” I pleaded. He cried out again, and this time stopped with a shuddering breath.
“Frankie…” he breathed, sounding like he’d just run a marathon.
“Better?” I said bitterly. He laughed.
“C’mon sweetie, just tonight. Do it for me tonight, babe.” He said softly. I was silent, too overwhelmed to even move, for fear that a single movement would make things worse.
“Frank?” he asked, his voice concerned.
“Okay.” I breathed.
“So proud of you sweetie.” He whispered.
“What happens if I can’t?” I asked, my voice wavering. He was silent for a moment.
“I’ll punish you.” He said coldly.
“How?”
“Let’s just hope you don’t find out, huh?” he said, his voice sharp, precise. I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yes, sir.”
“Goodnight, Frank. Be good for me.”
“I will.” I said. He hung up and I tossed my phone away from me, groaning in frustration. I was achingly hard, and our conversation had done absolutely nothing to help – in fact, it’d made it so much worse. I peeled off my pants and boxers, hoping that the lack of pressure would make it easier to handle. It did, a bit, but not enough. My hand twitched at my side, and I had to try desperately hard to not touch myself. As much as it would be torture, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know what Gerard’s idea of a punishment would be. Knowing him, it would be something humiliating and degrading. My cock twitched at the idea.
The best thing, I thought, would be to go to bed. If I could ignore my arousal for long enough for me to fall asleep, I’d be set until tomorrow, and I could proudly tell him that I’d done as he asked.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy.
As I slid into bed, the covers brushed past my overly sensitive dick, making me gasp in pleasure. I tried to stay still, but the throbbing of my cock made it almost impossible not to move. I stared up at the ceiling, wishing Gerard were here so I could fuck him. And then punch him in the face. I tried to work out if he was telling the truth – if he was actually fucking himself on his fingers. I didn’t imagine that he’d lie about that – it’s something he’d do. I thought of him lying down, his fingers buried in himself, crying out, his hand wrapped around his dick. I imagined his face contorting in pleasure as he came, strings of profanities pouring out of his mouth as he covered his hand. I whimpered at the thought, but that’s all I had time to do before I came, completely untouched, onto my own hand.
“Shit.” I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow.
At least now I could sleep, right?

I woke up to my Mom knocking on my bedroom door.
“S’open.” I mumbled. She walked in, looking uncomfortable.
“What’s up?” I asked, sitting up. She perched on the end of my bed and chewed her lip.
“I want you to tell me where you were last night.” She said calmly.
“I told you. I was in the park with a girl. I’m sorry for not telling you, I just-“
“What was her name?”
“What?”
“Her name. What was it?”
“Um…Susan.” I said. I took too long to answer, though. She knew I was lying. She rubbed a hand across her forehead and sighed.
“Why are you lying to me, Frankie?” she asked, seeming genuinely concerned.
“I’m not. What brought this on?”
“I was thinking about it all night and…I don’t know. Something just didn’t sit right with me.”
“I was with a girl, Mom.” I said firmly.
“No, you weren’t.” she said, just as firm. My heart raced in my chest. I knew she would let up until I told the truth.
“Fine. I was with…a guy. I’m seeing a guy.” I admitted. My stomach dropped as I waited for her shock, her anger, her begging me and pleading me to admit that I’d ‘chosen’ this. But she didn’t. She looked at me thoughtfully.
“What’s his name?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows and felt relief flutter in my chest – she wasn’t mad at me. I realized she was still waiting for an answer.
“It’s not important.” I said. Bad answer.
“You’re hiding something.”
“Not now I’m not. I just didn’t want you to know I was with a guy.” I explained. She tilted her head.
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because…I’m gay?” I said slowly.
“Yeah, I know.” She said, furrowing her eyebrows. I laughed and looked away. Well, I’ll be fucked. It seems like everyone knew I was gay.
“Honey, please. Whatever it is…I just want you to be safe.” She said.
“I…I’m fine. It’s just a kid from school.” I said.
“Bring him here, then.” She said. I sighed.
“I can’t.” I murmured. She frowned.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on with you? Is it bad?”
“No! No, Mom. I just can’t do that now, okay? I promise I’ll tell you everything when I can.” I lied. The guilt was already gnawing at me, and I could barely look her in the eyes.
“Why not tell me now? Just tell me who they are and why I can’t know. I’m worried about you, Frank. You’ve been so…different recently. So distant. I just want to know why.” She said. I pressed my lips together and looked down.
“It’s just stuff I have to work out okay? I’m sorry. I promise I’m not in any danger…” I said. She sighed and looked away from me, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn’t bear lying to her – for the longest time, she was all I had.
“I love you, Mom.” I said softly. She smiled sadly.
“Get ready for school, honey.” She said, walking out of my room. I groaned and fell back onto my bed, feeling worse than I had in a while.

In all the excitement of the morning, I’d almost forgotten me and Mr. Way’s little deal. I dreaded walking into class – I knew he’d know what I’d done almost straight away.
I’d tried my best to wear a high-necked shirt, but the purple bruises could still be seen. Luckily, I had English first lesson, so nobody had time to mention it before I saw him. That was good, at least at the end of the lesson he could help me devise a story (he got me into this mess and I’ll be fucked before he doesn’t get me out of it).
“Ayy Frankie!” I heard behind me. Well, shit. I spun around and smiled at Chris, who ran to catch up with me.
“Hey Chris.” I said, trying to keep my head turned.
“Dude, what fucking animal attacked your neck?” He asked, concerned. I laughed.
“Nah, it’s an allergic reaction to this aftershave I’ve been using.” I said, the lie spilling off my tongue with little effort on my part. He winced.
“Ow dude, that looks bad. Go see the nurse or somethin’.” He mumbled. I tugged my shirt up a little bit and laughed.
“N’aw, it’s fine. I’ll go to the doctor if it doesn’t clear up.” I said dismissively as we walked in the room. To my utter delight, Mr. Way’s attention was captured by another classmate so I slid in unnoticed – for the minute, anyway. Once seated, I pulled my book out of my bag and looked down. Anything to try and avoid his eyes. Of course, I knew he’d talk to me eventually – I just hoped it wasn’t for a long time. I guess if it was just the fact I’d disobeyed him, I wouldn’t be so worried, but add to that the thing with my Mom this morning, and the small detail that he’d confessed his undying love to me last night (literally) and that made one teacher I definitely did not want to see. Nonetheless, I heard his footsteps approaching my desk, and dragged my eyes up. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything – his eyes just flickered to my neck and he smirked before walking away.
“Okay guys and gals, I graded your papers last night.” He said, and I wondered vaguely if that was before or after he fucked himself on his fingers.
The class tittered in response, awaiting his approval. I smirked at that – for once, the class and I were on the same page. He smiled.
“No, most of you did pretty well. I’m glad that you understood the book so well. There’s a few of you who need some further reading, but I’ve added any corrections to your papers. If you need to talk to me about any of them, just come see me after class.” He said, starting to walk around and pass the papers out.
“You’ll notice, though, that I’ve requested for some of you to stay behind regardless of your opinions. That’s mandatory.” He said firmly. I was surprised when he dropped an essay onto my desk, considering I didn’t hand him one in, but knew better than to say anything. Messy handwriting in red pen told me to turn to the third page. When I did it, a simple note was written in the top left-hand corner.
“You broke your promise and disobeyed me. Punishments are due.” I gasped and shut the paper. He looked up, smiling.
“Is there a problem with your essay, Iero?” he said calmly.
“Ah, no. I can sort of see where I went wrong.” I said with a nervous giggle. He raised his eyebrows.
“Okay. I’ll still need to see you after school though.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. Damn, he was a good actor.
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Okay. Good. Make sure you read all the comments.” He said offhandedly, returning to his conversation. With shaking hands, I opened the paper again and turned it to the next page – only just stopping myself from gasping aloud again. The words “slut” and “whore” were scrawled all over the paper. I put a hand over my mouth to hide my smile and – hopefully – at least some of my blush. On the final page of the paper (which I hadn’t really bothered reading, but from the odd word I picked up, I assumed it was an old example essay) there was another short note.
“My place. After school. I have a meeting but I’ll meet you there. If you don’t show up, your punishment will be even worse than it’s going to be tonight.”
And there was an address and directions scrawled underneath. I subtly tore that page out and shoved it into my pocket, turning my attention back to Mr. Way.
“How is everyone feeling about their grades?” he asked, and the class gave a general positive consensus, some students grumbling in self-pity. I didn’t reply. He smiled.
“Glad to hear it. Like I said, you’re definitely getting the basics of it.” He said brightly. He sat on his desk and shrugged, rubbing his hands down his thighs. I noticed that he was wearing a shirt with tight buttons around the wrists and I frowned.
“So what are you guys feeling? I didn’t plan much.” He laughed nervously. I chewed my lip – gosh, he was so damn cute.
“Dude let’s go home.” Chris said, and Mr. Way laughed, running his hand through his hair.
“Um, or not?” he laughed, his eyes flicking to me.
“I’d ask you what you want to do, but from the um… ‘accessories’ you’re wearing to class today, I’d say that you’ve had enough fun.” He laughed, and the rest of the class laughed with him. Great. I glared at him.
“S’not what it looks like.” I mumbled looking at my desk. He laughed and held his hands up defensively.
“Hey, whatever you guys do in your spare time isn’t my business. But, just to curb the class’ curiosity…what is it then?” he asked. It wasn’t unusual to make comments like this to students, and we normally took it as a joke. I’m assuming, however, that this was the first time he’d ever been the cause of the joke. His eyes were glimmering with malice as he looked at me expectantly.
“Allergy.” I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows, his mouth pulling up into an amused smile.
“An allergy?” he asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes?” I said weakly. He laughed.
“Okay. Well. I hope that clears up soon.” He smiled. I had to constantly remind myself that he was just acting, or else I think I may have screamed at him; he was that frustrating. I groaned, still smiling like I was laughing, and put my head on the table. He made a big, flamboyant show of wiggling his eyebrows and widening his eyes, and moved across the room to help one of the girls who had (probably after a long time of building up confidence) put her hand up.
“What is it, pumpkin pie?” he asked in a fake southern drawl. She giggled and blushed, batting her eyelashes so hard I was surprised she didn’t fly away. I snorted at the idea, and Mr. Way shot me a look.
“Um. I was just thinking that we could talk about uh, why you like the book so much? I mean, you’ve said it’s your favourite.” She said. He hummed in thought, sitting on his desk.
“That’s a good question.” He mused. She beamed at him and I rolled my eyes.
“I think…I don’t know. I like the way it shows that there’s more than one side to people. Y’know, you see people and just never quite know what they’re going through. They could be doing anything, and you just don’t know. I think it’s important to remember that. Everyone has their own stories and their own demons, and you should just be respectful.” He said coolly. I pursed my lips, surprised by the depth of his answer. Looking around, I realized I wasn’t the only one, as everyone stared in awe of him, and I felt a rush of pride and adoration. He laughed.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked, smiling at her. She grinned back.
“Yeah…that was a really good answer, Mr. Way.” She said, and I wondered why none of the girls could talk to him without sounding like they were in a low-budget porn flick.
“Thanks, Jasmine.” He said softly, his eyes flickering to me, then back to her. I sighed, hiding my smile. He was such a jerk.
“I wish I could be as…insightful as you.” She said, her voice still sappy and soft. Gross.
“It takes practice.” He said, winking at her, and she blushed so hard I thought she might lose consciousness. The thought made me snort, and Jasmine turned her head towards me. Mr. Way didn’t.
“Ignore him.” He said, smiling at her. She smiled back. He got to his feet and paced back and forth in front of the class.
“What we need to understand about this book is that all of the characters go through some form of change. Scout realizes a lot of things about the world, obviously, but then you get characters like Atticus, who are realistic to begin with, but he changes too. It’s really a book about constant change.” He said, running a finger along the spine of the book, smiling as he did.
“Who do you think sustained the most change in the book?” he asked. I put my hand up, trying to get involved in the lesson (and more than a little bit offended that he’d told Jasmine to ignore me). He pouted, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Nobody?” he said sadly.
“Frank knows!” Chris called, very helpfully, from the back of the room. I lowered my hand, feeling my face flush. Thanks, buddy. Mr. Way didn’t even look at me.
“Yes, but Frank’s a slut.” He said simply. The way he said it was so blunt, so unhesitant, that all I could do is stare at him open-mouthed. The class was silent, and I figured that he must realize he’d taken it too far. Instead of apologizing, of course, he just shrugged.
“It’s not like it’s not true.” He said with a pleasant smile, turning back to his desk. I dropped my eyes to my desk, not even listening to him anymore. I wasn’t mad because he called me a slut, or even that he embarrassed me in front of everyone. I was scared. He wasn’t just trying to embarrass me; he was reminding me that his threat still stood. I met his eyes and he smirked. That asshole.

Seeing him after school actually wasn’t as scary as I thought it might be. Maybe it was because there were other students there, or because he knew he was getting revenge later, but he was actually behaving. Well, as well as he could, anyway.
“Frank, I trust you read all of the notes I wrote in your essay?” he asked calmly. I smiled.
“Yeah, I did. I appreciate them.”
“So you agree?” he asked, seeming mildly surprised.
“I trust your judgment.” I said.
“I feel a bit bad for judging you so harshly, but I gave you a specific task and you failed to complete it.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. I gulped.
“Yes, I know. It’s fine. I’ll just…do better next time.” I said. He smiled.
“I really hope so, Frank. You have a lot of potential.”
“Do I?”
“You do.” He said, his voice not wavering for a moment.
“Okay. Well I’m gonna…” I said, leaving his room.
“One more thing!” he called after me. I spun around.
“That suggestion that I made on your paper. How do you feel about it?” he asked.
“I can barely wait to get started.” I said. He nodded and waved as I left the room, and I fought the urge to flip him the finger.

Notes

How's everyone liking it? :) I'm sort of on the edge of a few storylines. So like enjoy the fluff while it lasts because I'm literally an asshole <3