I Think I Like It

I ran. I ran, with tears spilling down my cheeks and an aching in my heart that I felt like I’d die from. I’d never felt pain like this before, but I just kept fucking running, not sure where I was going until I got there. I stopped and breathed a small sigh of ironic relief and knocked on the door.
He answered, his face indistinguishable.
“Frank?”
“Hey. Is your Mom home?” I asked breathlessly. Cameron narrowed his eyes, clearly confused.
“Um. No. Why?” he asked. Gave him an answer in the form of me pushing him against the door, kissing him roughly. He moaned and wrapped his arms around me, his hand tangling in my hair. Encouraged, I pushed him further into his house, closing the door with my foot. I moved to his neck, attacking him with bites and kisses that I knew were too rough.
“Where…did…this…come from?” he panted, rolling his hips into my thigh.
“Fuck me.” I breathed. Yeah, that’s what I needed. I needed to be fucked so hard I forgot his name and my name and everything. I needed to be fucked until I couldn’t walk or think, and I didn’t feel like my heart was bleeding. Cameron stilled.
“What?”
“You heard me. Fuck me.” I said, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
“I don’t know how. I thought you-“
“No. I need it. Fuck, Cam, just fuck me.” I moaned, grabbing his dick, only covered by his thin boxers. I could feel the pure, raw heat emitting from it, and felt it twitch lightly in my hand. His breathing was short and heavy as he kissed me again.
“Should we go upstairs?” he breathed. No. That was too far away.
“No. Fuck me right here, against the wall.” I moaned, unzipping my own jeans and sliding them off my legs. He pushed me backwards, his mouth claiming mine as he hand slid down into my boxers, pumping me experimentally. I moaned and jerked up into his hand.
“This isn’t about him, is it?”
“No.” I lied. He pressed warm kisses to my neck and I growled. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to tear off all of the stains Gerard had left on my skin.
“Fuck, Cam, more. Harder. Please.” I panted. He bit down on my neck and I almost screamed, feeling his teeth break the skin. Fuck. That’s it. Good boy.
I was impatient. I tore his boxers down and he moaned.
“Finger me.” I snarled. He pressed his lips to mine as his hand slid down my back, his finger pressing lightly against my entrance.
“Won’t it hurt?”
“I want it to.”
“Fuck, okay.” He panted, sliding a finger into me. I gasped and bucked my hips down onto him. The way I was feeling, I didn’t want any prepping at all, but I figured it’d ruin the mood if I started bleeding on him. I felt him enter the second finger and moaned, my head hitting the wall.
“Bite me again. Everywhere.” I panted, stroking my dick as he did what I said. His teeth bit down on my soft skin again and again, sometimes breaking the skin, sometimes just grazing me. Still, I knew Gerard would know as soon as he saw me. I moaned at the thought. Wow. I’m fucked up.
“That’s enough. Fuck me, Cam, please.” I whimpered.
“Are you sure? You’re still sort of ti-“
“Yes. I need your cock inside me, please. Fuck, baby, please.” I whined, stroking myself faster, harder. I squeezed until it hurt and cried out in pleasure. Cameron nodded and swallowed nervously. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist, my breathing harsh and jagged. The movement was sort of awkward, and he kept missing and pushing into my leg, but when he got it, he got it.
I moaned as I felt him entering me, my hands scratching at his shoulders.
“God, so tight, Frank.” He whispered.
“Yeah, fuck.” I moaned, happy that he wasn’t as big as Gerard, or I’d have been literally split in two by now.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. Hurt me.” I growled, wrapping my other leg around him, so only being trapped against him and the wall kept me up. He held me tightly, his hands rough on the soft skin of my thighs.
“I don’t want to.” He whispered.I kissed him.
“Please…I like it.” I lied. Of course I didn’t fucking like it, but already he’d stopped hurting me and I was getting images of hazel eyes looking at me from under dark eyelashes. He looked uncertain, but fucked up into me roughly. I moaned and rolled my head back, hitting the door lightly.
“More…harder…” I breathed, and smiled a little as he panted, thrusting into me as deep and fast as he could. I stroked one hand through his hair absent-mindedly, feeling almost high from the burning feeling as he fucked me dry. He leaned forward and caught my lips between his teeth, biting down until I tasted blood. I felt it run down my chin and smiled because, fuck, I couldn’t feel a damn thing other than sharp, unbearable pain coursing through my body. At least it was better than the pain in my chest.
Cameron was, after all, a virgin, so I wasn’t entirely surprised when he gasped
“God, Frank, I’m gonna cum”. Nor was I disappointed. I just stroked a hand through his hair.
“You’ll suck me off though, yeah?” I said. He moaned and nodded, resting his head against my shoulder as his hips stuttered forward and he came with a loud moan. I could feel the hot, sticky liquid pouring out of me, sliding down my thighs. It was disgusting, but it cleaned away where Gerard had touched me. Without a word, Cameron dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth, his eyes wide and pleading. I didn’t even think this time as I fucked his mouth, smirking when he gagged and clawed at my hips. I came quickly, nearly uttering Gerard’s name as I did, and then sunk down so I was sitting next to Cam on the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked shakily. I didn’t answer.
“Can you grab me a cigarette from my coat pocket?” I asked. He did as I said, and I lit up, feeling the smoke fill up my lungs, mixing with the taste of my own blood to try and burn out Gerard’s name from my bones.
I didn’t feel better. I thought fucking Cameron would make me feel better, but I just felt dirty. Gerard would know what I did straight away, and I winced as I imagined the hurt look on his face. I leaned back, letting smoke pour from my nose and not saying anything. I didn’t even notice my phone ringing until Cameron pressed it into my hands, still silent, still obviously afraid. I answered without checking who it was.
“Yeah?”
“I think I owe you an explanation.” Mikey said softly. I laughed, smoke flowing from my mouth.
“No. Gerard covered that today. He doesn’t love me.” I said, the words stinging as I said them.
“Bullshit. He does.”
“Who gave him those lovebites?” I demanded. Mikey took a deep breath.
“He brought a guy here maybe two weeks ago. He was stoned as fuck, and did it with him on the kitchen floor, then sent him home without even asking for his name. I didn’t want to upset you.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Yes you are, and I’m sorry. You can’t listen to him, though. He really does love you, and he did miss you-“
“Then why did he say he didn’t? He was so passive earlier, it was like we’d never had anything. It was humiliating.” I said, tears forming in my eyes.
“Because Gerard Way is an asshole. It’s as simple as that. He’s so terrified to let you close to him again because of what happened last time. You just have to show him that you’re better off with him, because at the moment, he’s trying to give you a clean break.”
“So he does love me?”
“Fuck, yes he does. So much, Frank. You have to believe me.”
“Prove it.”
“Okay. He got home maybe half an hour ago. The first thing he did was throw his coat down and kick the front door. Then he poured himself a glass of water, but got pissed off and threw the cup against the wall, and it broke. He fell on the floor and cried, and told me everything he’d said to you. I called him an idiot, and he said he knew, and that he didn’t know why he was the way he was, and that he just wanted you. Now he’s upstairs, probably still crying.” He said matter-of-factly.I breathed in a shaky breath, tears spilling down my face, my bodily pain momentarily forgotten.
“Oh God.”
“Just fucking tell him you love him and don’t take no for an answer. He’s looking for some fucking sign that you need him as much as he needs you. Prove to him that you’re not better off without him.”
“Okay.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I said, hanging up. I put my head in my hands and let the tears fall freely, not caring that Cameron was watching me.
“Here.” He murmured, holding out a wet cloth. I used it to wipe the blood from my face and neck, wincing at the sensitive areas around my neck and mouth. Those would definitely hurt tomorrow.
“Frank, I need to talk to you about something.” He said. I nodded, leaning against the wall and reaching for another cigarette. He looked disapproving as I lit up and nodded for him to continue.
“I knew from day 1 that you were in love with Mr. Way, and I stayed with you anyway because I hoped you’d change your mind. But you haven’t, and you won’t, and I care about you too much to let this happen. I can see that I’m not helping things, and you can’t really be happy with anyone who isn’t him-“
“What are you saying?” I asked, surprisingly calm.
“You two deserve each other, you know. Not in a bad way, but you do. You have the best of each other. Gerard has the confidence and emotional drive that you don’t have, and you have the empathy and stability that he doesn’t have. But you also have the worst of each other, and for that, you can only ever be with each other.” He took a deep breath.
“Which makes it kind of hard for me to be in the picture.” He said, looking up at me sadly. I blew a puff of smoke out of my mouth and looked at him quizzically.
“So, what are you saying?” I asked again. He laughed a little bit.
“I think I’m breaking up with you.” He said softly, holding my free hand. I just looked at our entwined hands, unsure of how I was feeling.
“You sure picked a time to do it.” I smiled sadly.
“I was thinking about it before, but I just couldn’t do it. I just think it’s time.”
“Now you’ve had a fuck?” I asked, more bitterly than I meant to.
“That was you, not me. I knew you needed me, and I obliged.” He said. I felt guilt run through me at that one.
“I guess that ruins the whole ‘your first time should be special’ thing.” I muttered. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
“It was special. I don’t regret it, and if I could, I’d stay with you, but I know you’ll just be unhappy.”
“I’m so sorry. I wish I’d met you first.” I said honestly. He kissed me gently.
“Yeah, I know. But you didn’t.”


Most people who’d been broken up with after a sort of relationship of three months would probably cry themselves to sleep, but I didn’t. Instead, I was filled with a weird, giddy kind of high. Sure, I was sad that I wouldn’t have him around anymore, but it wasn’t like I harbored any real feelings for him, as bad as it sounds. In fact, the only things that really hurt were my neck, my mouth and my ass. I had no idea how I was going to go to school tomorrow, and I was regretting asking him to be so rough – he was clearly uncomfortable, and Gerard would surely be upset by it, even if he pretended not to be. I groaned and shifted in bed, wincing as the bedcovers pulled at my sensitive skin, and prepared for a sleepless night.

No amount of scarves or my mother’s makeup could hide the bite marks on my neck, or the fact that my lips were swollen and cracked. I even had a fucking limp. At this point, my mother, knowing that I would do what I wanted despite her disapproval, me being 18 and all, just raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes when I came in looking fucked out and beaten. I chuckled to myself – if only she knew.
I had Mr. Way first thing, and my heart hammered in my chest like a bird in a cage. He’d notice, undoubtedly, and I was worried about his reaction. If he was upset, that’d be better than him not caring, of course, but I really didn’t want to see him upset.
To avoid the awkward scene, I arrived at his class 5 minutes early. He was drawing (as always), and looked up when I came in, a small smile on his face, which dropped when he saw me.
“Frank? God, what happened?” he asked, bolting out of his seat and rushing to me apparently forgetting that he wasn’t in love with me. I smiled a little bit.
“I bottomed.” I said weakly. He brought a hand to his mouth and shook his head, his expression horrified. My heart dropped in my chest.
“Jesus, Frank. Did he do this to you?”
“I asked him to.” I croaked, tears falling down my cheeks. He ran a thumb across my swollen, sore lips and shook his head.
“Why? Why would you do this to yourself? Did you enjoy it?” he asked. I shook my head.
“No. It hurt. He went in dry and I was burning, and I made him be rough with me to take it all away, and he did, but it just hurt more. And now I feel like I’m dying.” I gasped. He let his fingertips dance around the marks on my neck, tears filling his eyes.
“Why, Frank?” he asked softly. A sob escaped my throat.
“I needed to stop feeling. Fuck, Gerard, it hurts.”
“What hurts, sweetheart?” he asked, his hand cupping my jaw. I looked up at him, my eyes flooding with tears.
“This. You. I can’t do it, it hurts too much. I just want you so much – why isn’t that enough anymore?” I sobbed. He shut his eyes, a tear rolling down his pale cheek.
“Please.” I breathed, reaching forward and pulling him into a hug. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in that scent that I’d missed so much. He wrapped his arms around me, but he was stiff. I didn’t care – I was still in his arms.
“Class is gonna start in a minute. Are you gonna be alright?” he asked softly. I pulled away and nodded, wiping my eyes.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I whispered. He held my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“I’ll talk to you after school, okay? Just hold on until then.” He murmured.
“I really wish I could kiss you.” I blurted out. He furrowed his eyebrows and stepped away from me, towards his desk, and said nothing more as he sorted his papers out. I still had about two minutes to keep his attention, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to utilize them.
“You look good, by the way. I didn’t realize it was possible to look hotter than you already did.” I said. He turned around and smiled.
“Really? I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.” He said honestly. My heart raced in my chest because he’d thought of me.
“Yeah. Black hair looks good on you.” I said. He raised an eyebrow.
“And you don’t mind that I gained weight?” he asked softly. I laughed.
“No. No. Quite the opposite, actually. You look really hot. And your ass just looks…” I bit my lip. He blushed and turned away.
“Well. Thanks.” He said weakly, and I beamed in triumph.

It was only a little bit awkward when Cameron walked in. We made eye contact, and I gave him a little smile. He frowned at my appearance, but returned my smile with a wave. Gerard, however, wasn’t as accommodating. He glared at him coldly, the gaze only intensifying when Cameron returned it, squaring his jaw. I genuinely thought they were going to have a macho testosterone-off in the middle of class, and was more than relieved when Cam just sat down at the back of the class. Gerard undid one of the buttons on his waistcoat before picking up his copy of Othello. God, I hated that play and all of it’s damn parallels with my life.
“I think today we should focus on Cassio and Desdemona. Obviously, they’re not really together, but he does treat her with a lot of the respect that Othello lacks, even though Othello loves her.” He said. I snorted lightly – he was really doing this, wasn’t he? He smiled softly, probably feeling quite pleased with himself, before continuing the metaphor.
“Because it’s obvious, you know, that Othello loves her. That’s why he got so obsessed and jealous – because he really loves her.” He said, leaning against the desk. He stared out the window before coming to his senses and smiling.
“Anyway, I’d just like you to find contrasting quotes from Cassio and Othello in how they talk about Desdemona.” He said. The class’ voices faded into a dull buzz as they got to work. I looked at him incredulously, raising my eyebrows and he laughed (my heart definitely didn’t melt at how beautiful he was) and shrugged. I heard a cough next to me and turned to see Chris nodding and giving me a thumbs-up. I just chuckled and turned back to my work, suddenly not feeling so dead anymore.


The dead feeling came back as soon as I left his classroom with a silent promise of “I’m coming back”. Even though I knew I’d see him later, the day still dragged, and I found myself feeling worse and worse. Despite what Mikey said, and his behaviour this morning, I couldn’t be sure that Gerard really reciprocated my feelings. He’d been really convincing yesterday, and he really hadn’t spoken to me for two months and fucked someone else. Despite my own hypocrisy in that area, it wasn’t completely ridiculous to believe that he was only being so kind because he felt bad for me. By lunch, I’d completely convinced myself.
“What’s up with Cameron?” Joe asked. I choked on the apple I was eating.
“Shit, sorry. Yeah, we broke up.” I said. Chris and Joe gaped at me.
“Dude!?” Joe asked.
“Why?” Chris asked. I shrugged.
“He said that he didn’t fit with me very well.” I said, giving Chris a significant look. He nodded.
“I’m sorry, dude.” Joe said. I nodded and smiled.
“Yeah, it’s a bummer. It’s for the best though, I guess.” I said. He pursed his lips.
“If you need to talk to anyone about it…” he said. I felt a bit bad, but Chris gave me a knowing look, so I didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, thanks man.” I said with an easy smile. I could feel Cameron staring at me, and gave him a small wave, which he returned. And that was it.
“Did he do that to you?” Chris said suddenly.
“Yeah. We ah, did stuff. And then broke up. It was weird.” I admitted. Joe whistled.
“Looks painful.”
“You have no idea.” I laughed.

The end of the day came, and suddenly, I didn’t want to see him anymore. My footsteps fell heavy as I trudged to his classroom, and I needed comfort for what I knew would be a really, really awkward conversation.

TO: Mikey
(3:34pm)Going to talk to G. Freaking out.

I knew it was a bit sneaky to text the brother of the guy I was nervous about, but he was the only person who’d understand how I felt. He didn’t reply, and I shoved my phone in my pocket, taking a deep breath as I walked into the classroom.
There was still a kid in there from the previous class talking to Mr. Way about whatever. Gerard looked up.
“Just sit down, Frank. I’ll be with you in a moment.” He said softly, turning back to the student. They spoke for a few more minutes before he left, and Gerard turned his attention to me. Finally.
“Come here.” He said softly. I walked over and stood on the other side of his desk.
“Talk to me.” He said seriously.
“I don’t know what to say.” I admitted. He smiled.
“Why not tell me how you feel? About me?” he said smoothly. I sighed.
“I’m…angry. And confused. I’m hearing one thing and seeing another, and then you just change. I just need to know what’s happening, Gee. I feel like the relationship ran it’s course and left me behind.” I said in a rush. He chewed his lip and narrowed his eyes.
“Because of yesterday?”
“Because of everything.” I breathed. He sighed.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I meant what I said yesterday, Frank. You’re great, and I’ll never forget the time we had together, but I just…it’s not there.” He said, but he seemed less sure than he was yesterday. I moved closer to him.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me.” I said. He didn’t speak.
“Or what about the fact that someone else got to fuck me before you did? You waited so long, so patiently, and someone else took that from you.” I said, knowing it was harsh. His face shifted only slightly, and I had to praise his acting skills.
“Or how about the fact that I’m still in love with you, and that I think you’re an idiot for thinking I could ever be without you, or that I’d be better off without you.” I said, closing the distance between us, so I was standing between his open legs.
“Frank, please.” He murmured. I shook my head.
“No. Tell me.” I said. He looked into my eyes and took a deep breath.
“I don’t love you.” He said, but it was weak and his eyes darted away from mine. I shook my head.
“God, what do you want from me?” he groaned. I sat down softly on his lap, putting my legs either side of his, so I was straddling him. He breathed roughly.
“You know what I want from you.” I said softly. He put his hands softly on my waist, his hands unsure.
“I want that too.” He breathed “But I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, and I didn’t know if he meant my actual injuries or not. I looked away, disappointed, and he brushed his hand through my hair.
“You won’t. I’m fine.” I whispered
“This is all my fault. I’ll make it better, Frank. I promise.” He said, and something in it made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was the implication that fucking me was the way to make up for three months of torture.
“No, it’s okay.”
“God, Frank, I’m sorry. You must’ve been so scared. I feel awful.” He said, rubbing his hands up and down my sides, his fingertips sliding underneath my shirt. I slid off his lap, laughing and running a hand through my hair.
“I’m gonna go.” I said bluntly. He widened his eyes and scrambled to his feet.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I love you, and you’re only being nice to me because you feel bad that I went to such extreme measures to try and forget you.” I said, close to crying. His jaw squared, his eyes filled with that familiar fire.
“That’s what you think this is? A damn pity fuck?”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I think this is.” I snarled. He pushed me up against the wall for the second time in two days. I really hoped that this was going to become a routine.
“You’re wrong.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“That’d be lying.”
“I’m calling your bluff.” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. He laughed and rolled his hips forward, brushing his hardening cock against my leg. I whimpered. He smirked and kissed my collarbones, his hands firm on my arms as he slid down to his knees. Fuck.
“Frankie, if you want a fuck, I can give you a fuck.” He said, sliding my belt out of it’s buckle.
“But if it’s love that you want from me…I don’t think I have it in me.”
“Yes you do. You love Mikey, don’t you?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as he mouthed my cock through my boxers. God, I’d missed this. He pulled back, sliding my jeans and boxers down my legs.
“That’s different.” He said, pumping me smoothly. I gasped and bucked into his hand, my body pressed against the door.
“H-how is it? Love is love, isn’t it?” I said, moaning at the end and tangling my hand in his thick black hair. He was so beautiful like that. He pulled away.
“Not really. Why do you even care? You’ve got someone now, right?” he said bitterly.
“N-no. We br-oke up.” I stammered. He pulled off my dick again with a loud popping noise as he stared up at me, eyes wide with shock.
“What?” he snapped. I took a moment to catch my breath before replying.
“We broke up, last night.”
“After the sex?
“Yeah.” I said, blushing.
“So you’re not…attached?” he asked, his voice almost breaking from excitement. I shrugged.
“I guess not.” I murmured. He moaned and wrapped his lips around my cock again, his head working harder and faster as he deepthroated me. I let my hand lie in his hair, occasionally tightening it when his sinful tongue ran along my shaft. My panting mixed with my moans to make loud, animalistic cries that made him hum with pleasure. He stood up, my cock still in his hand, and kissed me hard, so I tasted myself. I smiled against his mouth.
“God, Gee. Missed this.” I panted. He groaned.
“Don’t.”
“I did, though.”
“I don’t care. I just wanna fuck, okay? None of that other shit. Just fuck me.” He moaned. I didn’t want to say anything, because I knew I’d probably just start crying, so I pulled him close to me and hugged him tightly, happy when he actually hugged back this time.
“You missed me a little bit, right?”
“No.” he snarled, forcing his lips against mine. Knowing I’d never be able to get him to admit it, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him over to his desk. He pulled away, his eyes wide and glittering with excitement.
“You gonna fuck me on my desk, sweetheart?” he purred. I pushed him against the desk.
“Yeah, I am.” I said, half lifting him up onto it. He sat down on the smooth wood, smiling expectantly as I slid off his pants and boxers, moaning when I saw him. It’d been so long, I’d forgotten how fucking big he was. Not only that, but the extra weight he’d gained made his thighs thicker. I moaned.
“God, I need to-“ I stammered, sinking to my knees and pulling him forward, so my face was buried between his thick, pale thighs. He panted desperately, his hand stroking my hair as I licked him, my tongue lapping excitedly over his hole, which twitched greedily in response. He moaned and fell back so he was lying flat on his back. I moved back slightly so I could slide a finger inside of him, and he made a small “ah” noise at the intrusion.
“Don’t worry, beautiful. Gonna take good care of you.” I whispered, kissing his thigh. He hummed happily in response and I slid the next finger in, twisting them to stretch him out. He bucked his hips down onto my fingers and I chuckled at his eagerness.
“You did miss me.” I laughed. He shook his head.
“No, I missed your dick. There’s a difference.” He said, but his voice was light. It made my heart flutter with the beginnings of hope. I just laughed and pressed soft kisses along his thighs, before lining the blunt tip of my cock against his stretched out hole.
“Ready, honey?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open in pleasure. As I pushed into him, his eyes flew open.
“Fuck, Frank. That’s it, baby.” He moaned as I snapped my hips forward, totally in love with the feeling of his familiar tight heat around my aching cock. God only knew how long I’d wanted this.His nails dug into the wood as I thrust into him, his whole body moving with the force of it. He sat up, wrapping his legs firmly around my waist and pressing his forehead against mine.
“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.” He pleaded, threading his hand through my hair, and I did. I fucked him with all the power of the last three months, like a dam bursting inside me. I rested my head on his forehead, one hand on the small of his back and the other resting on his jaw. Both of his hands were around my neck, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were contorted into matching masks of pure pleasure, our breathing jagged and heavy as we were stuck in the limbo between raw, sexual pleasure and pure love.
He started crying at some point and buried his head in my shoulder, but I knew better than to say anything, so I just stroked his hair as his hands clawed my back, his gentle sobs mixing with my moans.
I could feel my orgasm building up, and knew that, even though I’d had sex just the day before, I was going to cum hard. That was good – God knows I needed it. I claimed his lips in a sloppy kiss, getting ready to climax inside hi-
“Mr. Way?” Came a voice from outside the classroom door which Gerard had, thankfully, locked. The window was covered up with a poster, and he smiled sheepishly at me.
“Uhm, yeah?” he called, putting a hand over my mouth.
“I need to talk to you about the Johnson boy.” Came the Principal’s voice. Well, shit.
“No problem, I’m just speaking with a student at the moment, I’ll be with you in a second!” he called. I slid out of him, disappointed, and helped him get changed. He pecked me softly on the lips.
“Go to my place. Mikey’s there, he’ll let you in. I’ll be by when I can.” He said softly, and I nodded, pulling my bag onto my shoulder.
“Alright, Frank, thanks for coming to see me.” He said in his best teacher voice, winking at me.
“No problem, thanks for the help.” I said, unlocking the door and smiling at the Principal as I left.
“I hope you’re not in trouble, Mr. Iero.” He said, giving me a hard look. Gerard smiled easily.
“He’s not anymore.”


Like Gerard said, Mikey was there to open the door when I got there. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged him back, happy that he was getting his strength back.
“Did Gerard send you over?” he asked, and I nodded happily. He beamed at me and led me into the house.
“Good. That’s good news. Sorry I didn’t reply to your text.” He said. I smiled.
“It’s fine. I was busy anyway.” I said, forgetting who I was talking to. He wrinkled his nose.
“So gross.” He sighed.
“Sorry!”
“You know, I’ll never forget that time you called him Daddy right in front of me. If I’d been awake, I’d have probably thrown up all over myself.” He said, glaring at me. I just gaped at him, laughing.
“Sorry! In my defense, we weren’t sure if you could actually hear us or not.” I said, accepting the can of coke he offered me.
“Well, it was gross.” He said, laughing.
“So how are you doing, anyway? You look healthier.” I commented. He smiled.
“Yeah, I feel a lot better. You’d never guess that not even that long ago I was in a coma, right?” he laughed.
“How’s it been with Gerard, though? I mean, he’s not good at being sober.” I said sadly. Mikey shrugged.
“It’s hard when he comes home drunk, not because I want to be drunk too, but because it hurts watching him put himself through the same shit I put myself through. I’m living proof of why that’s a bad idea. At least he goes out to drink, though. He’s very careful not to drink around me, which is nice, I guess.” He said, leaning back on the sofa. We sat in silence for a while, his words swimming in my head.
“Do you think he really loves me?” I asked hoarsely. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Yes. And I know that because he asks me that same damn question about you almost every night. Why is it so hard for you to just ask each other?” he said, exasperated.
“I did, remember? He said he didn’t love me.” I snapped, but I smiled to let him know I was joking.
“Have you managed to get him to admit that he does yet?” he asked. I chewed my lip.
“I’m working on it.” I giggled. He wrinkled his nose again.
“So motherfucking gross.”

Gerard came home about an hour later, and Mikey took the opportunity to excuse himself upstairs for “video games, or whatever”. Gerard laughed and sat down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest as he held me to him, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into my arm.
“You’re so soft.” I mumbled. He laughed nervously.
“What, like, fat?”
“No. Like, beautiful.” I said, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled and kissed me back. It was light at first, just our lips snatching at each other, but then it deepened, his hand coming up to cup my cheek as I pulled myself closer to him.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He murmured, kissing my jawline. There was no feeling like we had to pick up where we left off in his classroom, I was just enjoying learning all the curves of his mouth again, letting his taste fill my mouth again. My hands ran through his hair and he sighed happily, then frowned.
“Do you still ache?” he asked softly. I nodded.
“Yeah. I really overdid it.” I laughed.
“It broke my heart, you know. Hearing that you did that with him. I wanted to be your first, the one you’d always remember. I had it all planned out, and now it’s just…nothing. Another fuck.” He said softly. I kissed him.
“No. It will be special, because it’s you. I wish you could see how much I need you, Gerard. You’re everything.” I breathed.
“Next time I try living without you, just slap me.” He laughed, peppering my face with kisses. I laughed.
“Does that mean you missed me?” I asked, giggling. He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his arms again, kissing the top of my head.
“Shut up.” He laughed into my hair.

Notes

YOU'RE WELCOME.

By the way, when I woke up this morning, I had 21 comments on the last chapter, and I got a lot more throughout the day. Basically, you guys are awesome. The next chapter will probably be a lot of smutty fluffy stuff to make up for being so horrible to you (see, I'm nice sometimes).