I Think I Like It

I came to the conclusion very quickly that Sundays were no longer good days. Where I’d normally be waking up with a gorgeous, usually naked, guy wrapped around me, I was now waking up alone in my own bed. I sighed and rolled over, nearly falling onto the floor. I grunted, annoyed, and rose to my feet.
Without Gerard, there was very little to actually do today, which I found depressing, at best. I could have gone out with Joe or Chris, but I knew myself too well, and didn’t want to bother them with my moping about Gee (I think they’d probably thank me for that one, too).
I guess I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t anything for me to do. I could do all of the accumulating school work I’d be ignoring, or I could do some research on the University of Toronto, or I could write that song I’d been meaning to write. Yeah, there was a lot for me to be doing, but the way I was feeling, it wouldn’t get done. I wasn’t sad, of course, because I’d literally be seeing him tomorrow. I was just really, really bored. I caught myself, more than once, reaching for my phone to text him, then having to stop myself. I wasn’t quite sure why his therapist believed that this would be good for us, but she seemed to be helping him, so I trusted her judgment. If one day without him meant that he’d be sober and happy, then I guessed I could deal with that one day of boredom.
My Mom poked her head around the corner, then, breaking me out of my self-pitying.
“Honey, I’m going into town. If you get dressed quickly, you can come.” She said. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Of course, going to town with my Mother wasn’t exactly my idea of a fun day, but she’d probably buy me lunch, and I was running pitifully low on books, so maybe I could check out the vintage bookstore. I nodded.
“Yeah, okay.” I smiled. She beamed back and walked away, closing the door softly behind her. I let out a sharp breath and turned to my wardrobe, just grabbing the first things that caught my eye because, hey, I wasn’t out to impress anyone today. I glanced at my lip ring and considered not putting it in, but it’d been out for a while now, and I didn’t want the hole to close, so I fastened it. I was used to taking it out for class and stuff, and never really got the chance to wear it at Gerard’s place. Hell, I didn’t even think he’d seen me with it in. I recalled his strong distaste for needles, and assumed he probably wouldn’t approve.
I brushed my teeth and hopped downstairs, smiling when I found my Mom already waiting by the door.
“’Kay. Let’s go.” I said. She frowned.
“No breakfast?”
“We can get something out.” I smiled. She nodded, not even questioning it, and I grinned. Somehow, food always tastes better when you eat out (though, that might be because my Mother can’t cook).
“We haven’t been out together in a while.” She said almost sadly as we slid into the car. My stomach twisted with guilt, but I plastered a smile on my face.
“Yeah. I guess it just gets crazy, right?” I said softly. She nodded.
“It’ll be hard with you all the way up in Canada.” She murmured.
“You’re telling me.” I laughed bitterly. She frowned.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m gonna miss everyone, that’s all. It feels like I’m leaving my whole life behind.” I murmured. Maybe because I was. Mom smiled.
“It always feels like that. But you’ll go and you’ll make new friends and everything over here will seem so dull.” She assured me.
“I don’t want to. I can’t let them go.” I whispered.
“Is this about Cam?” she asked sadly.
“Y-yeah.” I stammered. She held my hand and smiled gently.
“Yeah, okay, that’s difficult. But you two will make it work, I’m sure, and if you don’t, then I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” She murmured.
“I don’t know if I can be away from him for that long.” I whispered, feeling tears prickle my eyes.
“You’re going to have to, aren’t you, so you’d better get used to it now.” She said in that no-bullshit Mom voice that I adored in times like this. She parked the car and slid out, and I followed, feeling a bit better. The weather was nice, and it was nice to feel the sun shining on my face for the first time in a little while.
“So, what did you wanna do first?” she asked. I rocked back on my heels.
“I was thinking bookstore? I haven’t been in a while, and I’m sort of running out of books.” I smiled. She nodded and led the way, her heels clicking softly on the pavement.
“It’s so warm.” She complained, pulling at the light fabric of her shirt. I laughed and bumped her with my hip.
“It’s lovely.” I sighed. She chuckled and held the door of the store open for me. It was cool inside, and you could hear the air conditioner humming in the corner, clearly struggling for its life to keep running. Over top of that, there was the soft flow of acoustic music being played through the speakers. I sighed, breathing in the familiar scent of second-hand books. Donnie, the cashier, smiled as we walked in.
“Frank! It’s been a while.” He smiled. I nodded politely at him.
“Hey, Don. Yeah, thing’s have been a bit crazy.” I chuckled. He nodded understandingly, and me and my Mom continued into the store.
“You get through books so quickly.” She sighed, a hand on my shoulder as I skimmed the shelves. I laughed lightly.
“It’s because I have two friends.”
“And Cameron.” She reminded me.
“Yeah. And Cam.” I smiled weakly. She squeezed my shoulder and moved to look at some books on the shelf next to mine.
My hand trailed over a tattered Edgar Allen Poe anthology. I pulled it out, smiling at the gold-encrusted front cover. I let my fingers slide across the spine and flicked through a few yellowed pages. It was gorgeous and, knowing this store, it was probably only like, two dollars.
“Poe, huh?” came a familiar voice from behind me. I bit my lip to stifle my smile and turned around slowly. Lo and behold, Gerard was standing there, leaning against the bookshelf, a Starbucks cup held in his hand. He was wearing tight black jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. My mouth actually watered looking at him.
“Y-yeah.” I stammered, realizing I hadn’t responded yet. His eyes glittered with amusement as he reached forward under the pretenses of examining the book, but his fingertips grazed my wrist. I bit my lip again, avoiding his eyes.
“Mr. Way!” my Mom called. I groaned, and Gerard paled slightly.
“Mrs Iero. Nice to see you again.” He smiled coolly. I watched her eyes rake over him appraisingly and blanched. I mean, not that I could blame her, because he looked absolutely gorgeous, but it was awkward as hell nonetheless.
“I was just talking to Frankie about his book choice.” He said, gesturing to the book in my hands.
“Yeah. He’s very much into darker literature.” She said, nodding.
“So I can tell.” He said, smirking.
“Frank loves reading anything, though.”
“Definitely. He certainly has a passion for my lessons.” He said, amazingly managing to keep a straight face.
“Well, it’s what he’s studying next year. He actually got accepted into the University of Toronto.” She gushed. I looked up at Gerard through my eyelashes, and almost missed the involuntary wince he gave. He smiled softly.
“Well done, Frank. You must feel very proud.” He said, his voice stony despite the smile on his face.
“Um, yeah. I suppose.” I murmured.
“Well. I’m proud of you.” He said, his gaze intense. I squirmed uncomfortably and looked back at the book in my hands.
“I’m proud of him too.” Mom murmured, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“You should be. Like I told you before, Frank is an astounding student, and an even better person.” He smiled, a little bit too brightly for a teacher talking about their student.
“I’m sure that means a lot.” She said.
“It should. Am I still your favourite teacher, Frankie?” he teased, his eyes glimmering again. I blushed hard, my hands sweating.
“No.” I grumbled. Mom laughed.
“He’s lying. He absolutely adores you.”
“Mom, really?” I snapped. Gerard laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Frank. It’s nice.” He assured me. God, I could literally punch him in the face right now.
“Exactly, Frankie. Mr. Way isn’t judging you.” She laughed.
“Please, Gerard.’ He said. She flicked her eyes up, and I almost gagged. Gerard pressed his lips together, obviously realizing his mistake.
“Me and Frank were going to go for lunch in a bit, actually. You’re welcome to join us.” She said. I raised a hand to my mouth to hide my laughter as his eyes widened.
“I-I’d love to, but my brother is actually waiting for me to get home. He sent me on a book run.” He lied. Mom nodded, disappointed.
“Right. Well, maybe we could do it another time?” she asked.
“Sure.” He smiled. Mom patted me on the shoulder and clicked away. As soon as she was out of earshot, he let out a breath, smacking his forehead with his hand.
“Why did I say sure? Oh God.” He moaned. I laughed and he glared at me.
“Shut up.” He snapped.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to be seeing you today?” I smiled, turning back to the shelves in front of me. He laughed, taking a sip of his drink.
“You weren’t. But, being an English teacher, I actually tend to hang around bookstores a lot.” He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow.
“I think that has less to do with you being a teacher, and a little bit more to do with you being a dork.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I wasn’t a dork when I was fucking you last night, was I, sweetheart?” he mumbled, smirking. I whimpered lightly. Somehow, seeing him here by chance made that whole side of our relationship seem somewhat surreal, and it kind of hit me that I was actually fucking (and in love with, of course) my English teacher.
“Gee, not here.” I breathed. He chuckled darkly, his hand brushing the small of my back as he walked – seemingly innocently – behind me.
“I mean it.” I snapped. He sighed.
“You’re no fun, Frankie. I’m bored.”
“And by bored, you mean-“
“I want you.”
“Right. Well, you can’t.”
“Can’t I?” he asked, a hand reaching over to cup my ass. I jumped a little bit away from him, fixing him with a glare.
“Gerard. I mean it. Stop.” I said coldly. I didn’t actually mind, of course, but I was worried we’d get caught. He sighed.
“What? Worried your Mom’s gonna see us?” he teased lightly, but he did as I asked.
“Literally, yes.”
“So what if she does? So what if she walks around the corner and sees her son’s cock in his teacher’s mouth?” he smirked. I sighed and let my fingers trail up his arm where his jacket was pushed up to his elbows.
“You’re too gorgeous for your own good. You know that, yeah?” I smiled. He laughed and entwined our fingers.
“I’ve been told.” He murmured.
“You’re being very risky.” I pointed out, pulling my hand away from his and walking a little bit away from him, not surprised when he followed.
“You’re very hard to not touch, Frank. You’re very touchable.”
“Fuckable?” I asked. He laughed, stroking my face softly.
“Mm, that too. I just meant that you’re so beautiful, it’s like your begging for me to touch you all the time. I can’t help it.” He smiled. I took a step back, and his hand fell.
“Well, you have to right now.” I said, kneeling down to look at a collection of books on the bottom shelf. It was a bad idea, in retrospect, and I really should have expected the way he brushed his fingers through my hair, his leg resting gently behind my head, his crotch practically touching my cheek.
“Gerard.” I snapped, looking up at him. He beamed.
“You just look so pretty.” He sighed. I rubbed my face along his thigh and he let out a soft, choked moan. I heard footsteps approaching, and he jumped away from me, turning to look at the books behind me. Mom smiled gently.
“Frank, I’m gonna go pay for these. Are you done?” she asked. I glanced up at Gerard and bit my lip.
“Not quite.” I smiled. She nodded.
“I’m gonna wait for you outside, then. Don’t take too long.” She said. I nodded obediently. She reached a hand out to Gerard, who was blushing furiously.
“It was nice seeing you again, Gerard.” She said. He shook her head.
“You too, Mrs. Iero.”
“Call me Linda.” She smiled. He faltered slightly.
“Linda. Right.” He said weakly.
“I’ll call you sometime to sort out that coffee.” She said smoothly. I glared at her, almost surprised at the jealousy that flared up at her words. Gerard’s eyes flickered to me, and his face softened.
“Yeah, I mean, we’ll see.” He said politely.
“Okay. Frank, I’ll be outside. Don’t bother Mr. Way for too long, okay? I’m sure he’s very busy.” She smiled. Damn, I hated when she spoke to me like a child.
“No, he’s no trouble at all.” He said smoothly. “In fact, I rather enjoy his company.”
Mom nodded and waved to me. I heard the bell ring on the door of the store, signaling her departure. Gerard kneeled next to me and held my chin, kissing me hard. We were ducked down, so nobody could see us, so I took the opportunity to kiss him back.
“Don’t be jealous, sweetheart.” He murmured as he pulled away. I stroked his hair softly.
“Mm. Sorry.” I smiled. He rose to his feet and walked slightly away from me.
“I didn’t know you had your lip pierced.” He laughed. I touched the cool metal in my mouth and blushed.
“I take it out for school normally.” I murmured.
“You shouldn’t. I like it.” He said, the smile clear in his voice. I clicked the ring against my teeth.
“I thought because of your needle thing-“
“Not the same thing. Piercings are good on other people. Tattoos too. Just not on me.” He grinned. I nodded.
“I’ll bear that in mind.” I smiled, rising to my feet. I was surprised to see him already looking at me with a soft, scrutinizing gaze.
“You might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He murmured.
“I could say the same thing.” I said softly. He reached forward and snatched the small pile of books out of my hands.
“What are you-“
“I’ll get these.” He said, walking away before I could argue.
“Gee, no!” I called, chasing him. I grabbed his sleeve and he spun around, smiling.
“What? Can’t I buy my boyfriend things now?” he asked.
“No, you can’t.” I said stubbornly. He pressed his lips to my forehead.
“Well. I’m going to anyway.” He said, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
“Okay. I’ll punish you, though.” I said calmly. His eyes widened.
“W-what?” he stammered. I shrugged, letting my lip ring click against my teeth.
“You heard me. I’ll punish you. Well, I’ll punish you more. You’re already gonna get punished.”
“Is that so?” he smirked.
“Yep. First, for seeing me when you weren’t supposed to, and then for being such a slut.” I said coolly. He whimpered.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed, moving closer to me. I shook my head.
“Too late, Gee. You’ve been very, very disobedient.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.” He panted. God, this was too much. I took the books from his hands, and he let me, his hands falling limply to his sides.
“It’s not important now, is it?” I sighed, as if I was disappointed in him. Honestly, I was new to the whole ‘dominant’ thing, and it gave me an unfamiliar (but not unwelcome) thrill.
“What are you gonna do?” he asked, seeming genuinely afraid. I lifted my hand and brushed a strand of hair back from his face.
“You’ll see, princess. I’ll text you later.” I murmured. He nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.” He rasped in my ear, his hand curling around my hip. I smiled, feeling a little drunk on power.
“S’okay angel. Just take your punishment when I give it to you.” I murmured, stepping out of the aisle and into the main hallway, now in plain sight of Donnie, and essentially ending our conversation.
“See you at school, Frank.” Gerard called over his shoulder as he exited the store. I nodded and gave him an awkward kind of half-wave as I passed the books to Donnie.
“Who was that?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. I pretended to be mortified.
“My teacher.” I said, widening my eyes. He laughed.
“Oops, sorry. He’s an attractive guy.” He shrugged. I shook my head.
“I’ve never thought about it.” I mumbled, handing my money over. Donnie laughed as he handed me my change and the books in a plastic bag.
“Well, I guess that’s good. Don’t get involved with older men.” He said. I laughed.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Don!” I called, walking out into outside, sighing as the sun hit my face. Gerard was nowhere to be seen, and my Mom was texting. I approached her, smiling.
“Sorry I took so long. Mr. Way and I got talking.” I said. She smiled.
“No problem, honey. You still hungry?” she asked.
“Starving.” I groaned. She laughed and walked me in the direction of Starbucks.

Mom seemed unusually pensive as we ate our sandwiches and drank our coffee.
“What’s up?” I asked, tilting my head. She took a sip of coffee before replying.
“I think we’re in a bit of a predicament.” She murmured.
“What’s that?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. She looked me in the eye and smiled.
“I think we’re both attracted to Gerard Way.” She sighed. I spluttered, choking on the gulp of coffee I’d taken.
“What? No!” I protested, but I felt the blush rise to my cheeks. She chuckled.
“It’s fine. Like Mother like son I guess.” She smiled, seeming genuinely not bothered.
“It’s not like I have a chance. You probably have more of a chance than me.” I laughed nervously. She raised her eyebrows.
“I don’t know.” She murmured. My heart slammed against my ribs.
“What do you mean?” I breathed.
“He kind of stares at you.” She said, furrowing her eyebrows. I chewed my lip.
“No he doesn’t.” I snapped. She laughed.
“Whatever.” She giggled.
“That’d be weird though, right? Like, if he actually-“
“Well. It’d be illegal.” She said, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah. But like…I don’t know.” I laughed, dismissing it.
“You’re not…ah, thinking of going for it, are you?” she asked bluntly. I widened my eyes.
“God no! He wouldn’t go for it anyway. But I mean, I wouldn’t either…” I stammered.
“Good. I mean, like, he doesn’t actually stare at you. Or, he does, but I think he does that to everyone.” She said. I nodded.
“Yeah. No, that’d be crazy illegal. And gross, ‘cause he’s old.” I said, wrinkling my nose, apologizing to him in my head. Mom pretended to be offended.
“He’s not much older than me!” she cried. I laughed.
“Okay, point made.” I smiled. She looked at me suspiciously over the top of her coffee cup, but didn’t say anything. I assumed she hadn’t caught on, otherwise she’d be questioning me like hell.
I was only completely reassured, however, when she changed the subject. The only emotion I felt was, of course, guilt from lying. I always lied though, didn’t I?

The rest of the day was spent going in and out of different stores. These were mostly clothes, but Mom let me check out the record store and the comic book store as well. Needless to say, by the end of the day, I was pretty much broke, but I had an abundance of records, comics and books that I didn’t need. Mom rolled her eyes with a smile as I packed the bags into the car.
“And you complain that you never have money.” She laughed. I shrugged.
“I only bought the essentials.” I said.
“$20 worth of comic books was essential?”
“Very essential.” I said solemnly. “Besides, you bought a pair of shoes for the same price” I reminded her. She chuckled.
“Okay, fine. Sassy little shit.” She teased. I beamed at her.
“I’ve missed hanging out with you.” I admitted. She looked pleased, but not surprised.
“I’ve missed you too.” She smiled.
“Maybe we can do something like this every week?” I asked softly. She squeezed my shoulder.
“Of course, Frankie. Just let me know when you’re free.” She said, like it was no big deal. That was one thing I loved about my Mom – she was so resilient. I’d practically ignored her for like 6 months straight, and she was still happy for me to go right back to where we started. I really did take her for granted. I found myself almost wishing that I wasn’t dating Gerard, because I knew he’d be so good to her.
Almost, of course. I didn’t feel that bad.
It did remind me, however, that I had a punishment to dish out. I found myself surprisingly nervous about that. I wasn’t used to taking control, despite me normally being on top and being Gerard’s ‘Daddy’ (yet another chill ran through me. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to that). The fact was, no matter how much he liked to pretend he didn’t, he absolutely loved to dominate and own me. I didn’t mind, of course, because it felt natural. He was older, more experienced, more sure of himself, so of course he’d take the lead. I guess I was feeling slightly insecure that I wouldn’t do it right. The whole car ride home, I played with my phone, wondering how I was going to bring it up. I couldn’t really just text him and tell him what I wanted. Or could I? Should I call him? I let my head fall back against the seat.
“You alright, Frankie?” Mom asked. I smiled.
“Yeah, I’m just sleepy.” I replied, smiling back.
“That’s fine. Are you just going to go to bed when we get in?” she asked. I nodded.
“Probably.” I said.
“Okay. I’ll probably make dinner for about 7. Do you want any?”
“Um. No, it’s fine.” I said. She nodded, sliding the car into the driveway. I tried not to seem to anxious as I helped her with the bags, helping her drag her bags (which, I’ll point out, were far higher in quantity than mine) into her bedroom, before locking myself in my own.
Even after all that time of thinking, I still had no clue what I was going to say to him. Maybe it’d be best to just ignore it, and hope he didn’t bring it up.
That plan was demolished, however, when he texted me.

FROM: Gee.
(5:46pm)
Daddy, I’ve been waiting all day. What’s my punishment? <3

I sucked in a breath, putting my head in my hands. I didn’t fucking know what his punishment was. It was a stupid idea, and I felt even more stupid now that I was trying to carry it out. I was an 18 year-old boy trying to dominate a 38 year-old man. It was unrealistic, and he was probably laughing at me right now.

TO: Gee.
(5:54pm)
Sorry, I don’t know why I even tried to do this. It’s stupid. Sorry.

FROM: Gee.
(6:01pm)
Huh? What’s stupid?

TO: Gee.
(6:03pm)
This. Me trying to dominate you. I have no idea what I’m doing.

FROM: Gee.
(6:06pm)
You’re doing fine, baby. Trust me. Just tell me what you want me to do.

TO: Gee.
(6:08pm)
I don’t know what I want you to do.

FROM: Gee.
(6:13pm)
What about this?

Attached to the message was a picture of his hand wrapped enticingly around his fully hard cock. I gasped. I’d never seen the point of sending dirty pictures until literally this second. Now I couldn’t work out why I’d never done it before. Feeling slightly flustered, I replied.

TO: Gee.
(6:17pm)
Yeah, that’s real good, honey.

FROM: Gee.
(6:21pm)
What now, Daddy? I feel so bad for being a slut earlier. Punish me. <3

Well. Fuck it.

TO: Gee.
(6:24pm)
Tomorrow, at school, I want you to come in with that butt plug in. I’m going to come to you first thing, and you’re going to give me the remote. You’re also going to wear one of the pretty things I got you for your birthday underneath your clothes, and you’re going to show me when I ask you to like the good, pretty little slut I know you are.

He didn’t reply for a very, very long time, and I was worried that I’d taken it a bit too far. Not wanting to push things further, though, I just put my phone to the side, and grabbed one of my new books.
I barely got past the first page when he replied.

FROM: Gee.
(6:49pm)
I’m sorry, I literally just came and I had to clean up. That’s so hot, sweetheart. <3

TO: Gee.
(6:51pm)
Wow. You came without my permission?
Wear a cock ring tomorrow. Slut.

FROM: Gee.
(6:54pm)
You’re going to kill me. Actually kill me. Anything else, baby?

TO: Gee.
(7:01pm)
Your safeword tomorrow is ‘Daddy’. If you say the previously agreed safeword, I will ignore it. Even if (and especially if) we’re in front of the whole class, you have to say that in order for me to stop.

FROM: Gee.
(7:04pm)
I don’t know. Too risky.

TO: Gee.
(7:06pm)
Do what Daddy says.

FROM: Gee.
(7:14pm)
Of course I will. Sorry for doubting you, Daddy. I love you. <3 xxxx

I didn’t reply to that last one. I lay back on my bed, feeling slightly flustered.
Hell, I was feeling a lot flustered.
There was no doubt in my mind, whatsoever, that he wouldn’t do exactly what he promised to do, and that both excited and scared me. I really wasn’t sure how to actually carry out all of my threats, or if I should carry them out at all. Maybe it would be better to let the suspense run the whole thing. I groaned, slightly regretting having asked him to do all that stuff.
It was too late now, though. Even if I asked him to just forget it, he wouldn’t. If anything, he’d just be more extreme to get my attention, or to prove a point, or some bullshit like that. He was insufferable, but God, did I ever love him.

FROM: Gee.
(7:34pm)
Daddy, you didn’t say you love me back :(

Yeah, fuck. This guy was going to be the death of me.

Notes

Thanks to everyone who's given me ideas for the next few chapters! Some of them kind of work against each other, but don't worry, if you've suggested something to me, I'll definitely incorporate it in some way :)
Keep them coming, though. There's kind of a time lapse between now and the next major plot point, so it's gonna be mostly filled up with fluffy smutty thingies.