TO: mikeyway
(9:49pm)
Mikes! When are you next heading up to the hospital?

FROM: mikeyway
(10:34pm)
Monday afternoon. Why?

TO: mikeyway
(10:36pm)
Is Gee going with you?
And what time in the afternoon?

FROM: mikeyway
(10:58pm)
No, and at like 4. Why?

TO: mikeyway
(11:00pm)
Can I come with you?

FROM: mikeyway
(11:39pm)
You’re a weird dude, but sure.

Despite Mikey’s inability to reply to a message in less than 20 minutes, I was suddenly filled with a great amount of excitement and joy.
After research and discussing with my friends, I’d decided that I was going to take Reggie up on his offer of a discounted tattoo. I had some ideas about what I wanted, but I’d probably talk to him about it when I got there.
The important thing, though, was that Gerard didn’t find out. Not because he wouldn’t like it, but because he most definitely would like it, and I wanted to surprise him.

The topic had come up the next week, on a Thursday afternoon, when I was hanging out at his house because my Mom was working late, and said I should go to ‘a friend’s’ house for dinner. Naturally, that ‘friend’ was Gerard.
Someone on a TV show we were watching had tattoos, and Gerard had pointed out how nice they looked – and blushed.
From that, I managed to wring out of him that he actually really, really loved tattoos. He started talking – after a large amount of encouragement from me – about how he used to lick Bert’s while they fucked, and that was it for me. There was no way I wasn’t getting one.
In all honesty, I did sort of want him there. I wasn’t needle-shy at all, but the thought of marking my skin forever was slightly daunting, and, considering it was his damn fault I was doing it, I wanted him there with me, even though he’d probably pass out.
I smirked a little bit, tucking my phone under my pillow. No, it’d be better if I just went alone. I wanted to see his face on Tuesday when I walked into class with a tattoo. He’d probably lose it right there and blow the whole thing. I couldn’t wait.***
Gerard noticed I was acting oddly on Saturday evening.
More appropriately, he noticed I was acting oddly on Saturday evening, while he had his mouth around my dick. He pulled off gently and tilted his head, his eyes wide.
“Baby, you okay?” he murmured, his voice husky and fucked-out. I ran a hand through his hair and smiled softly.
“Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?” I murmured softly. He raised himself up onto his elbows and looked up at me.
“You seem kinda distracted. Like, you’re thinking about something else.” He said, tracing shapes into my hip bone. I smiled and stroked his hip with my foot.
“No, honey, I’m fine. Just distracted.”
“By?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. I chuckled, petting his head again.
“Nothin’ important, I promise.” I said, smiling gently. He crawled forward a little bit, resting his head on my chest.
“You’re hidin’ something from me.” He mumbled. I laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re so paranoid, Gee.” I chuckled.
“Is it bad?” he asked, his voice shaking. I felt guilt run through me, and wrapped my arms tightly around him.
“No, baby, it’s not. It’s good.”
“What?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“For me?”
“Kind of. It’s not for you, but you’ll enjoy it.”
“Right.” He laughed, shaking his head. I buried my face in his hair and breathed in deeply.
“Mm, Gee. Always smell so damn good.” I sighed, running my hands up his arms. He whimpered at my touch and licked softly at my collarbones, sucking the skin gently. I ground my cock against his leg and he moaned, sliding back down.
“I think I should finish this before I have to take you home.” He giggled, kissing the tip. I laughed breathily and nodded, my head falling back as he took me into his warm, wet mouth.
“Such a good girl.” I whispered, running a hand through his hair. He hummed happily.

***

Gerard looked up from the paperwork on his desk on Monday after class, sighing softly.
“I’m very tired.” He murmured. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then another to his nose.
“You’re very adorable when you’re very tired.” I smiled. He stopped, reaching up to cup my cheek and pulling me back down to him, kissing me softly.
“You taste like cigarettes. Have you been smoking, Frankie?” he asked with a light smile.
“Sorry, sir.” I chuckled. He leaned back, raising an eyebrow.
“Mr. Iero, as your teacher, I’m very concerned about your health. If this kind of reckless behavior continues, I’ll have to tell your Mother everything you’ve been up to.” He said, deadpanning. I leaned forward.
“Oh yeah? Everything?”
“Everything.” He nodded solemnly.
“Okay. Does that include having your dick in my ass or not?” I asked. He broke his façade, a wide grin pulling across his face.
“Maybe I’ll leave that part out.” He giggled. I leaned over the desk and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
“I have to go, honey. Got a surprise for my baby to sort out.” I giggled. He pouted, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Fine. I have a bunch of work to do anyway before I can go home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“You sure will.” I grinned, kissing him one last time before leaving the classroom, before I could change my mind.
I half ran through the hallway, excitement fuelling my legs. I nearly started laughing out of pure relief when I saw Mikey’s car parked outside. He glowered at me through the windshield, and I jogged over, grinning as I slid into the car.
“You’re late.” He sighed, pulling away from the curb.
“Sorry, Gerard wouldn’t let me go.” I giggled. He wrinkled his nose.
“Okay, dude, I’ll forgive you if you don’t go into any more detail.”
“You’ve got a deal.” I smiled. He pursed his lips.
“So, now that it’s pretty much impossible for me to tell Gerard what you’re up to, not that I actually care, can you tell me what you’re up to?” He asked.
“Promise you won’t tell him? Even tonight?”
“Yeah, shit, I won’t say anything.” He snapped, but he was smiling.
“I’m gonna get a tattoo.” I grinned. Mikey widened his eyes, grinning.
“He’s gonna go fucking crazy.”
“I know.” I laughed.
“No, dude, he’s literally going to jump on you.”
“I know.” I squealed. Mikey laughed.
“And what, you’re just gonna walk into class with some fuckin’ tattoo?”
“That’s the plan.” I beamed. Mikey shook his head.
“So, what, am I like, an accessory to the murder of my older brother?”
“Apparently.” I hummed.
“Okay. I think I can deal with that.” He smiled. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and I raised my eyebrows.
“You cool, dude?” I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows in a very Gerard-like gesture.
“I’m not like Gerard, you know? I’m not all emotional and gross, but uh, I’m really glad you’re around.” He said softly. I gulped.
“Oh…”
“Yeah. You’re like, another brother. It’s great. I never got the chance to be an older brother before, and I mean, it’s kind of weird because you’re screwing Gee, but um, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah. You’re like a brother to me too, dude.” I smiled.
“Okay, yeah, good. I mean, we made out like, twice.”
“I don’t really count that.” I said, wrinkling my nose.
“Okay, good. I just wanted you to know that I, ah, I care about you a lot.”
“Okay.” I smiled, noticing his discomfort. He nodded and turned the music up, and we fell into a comfortable silence.
“Gerard says that this song reminds him of you.” Mikey pointed out. I strained my ears to listen and raised my eyebrows.
“Really?
“Yeah. Every time it comes on he gets all blushy and smiles like some big idiot.”
“That’s cute.”
“It’s a nice song. I can sort of see where he’s coming from.”
“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” I murmured. Mikey shrugged and I listened to the song, letting it fill the car.
I don’t want the world to see me,
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
It was beautiful, of course, and the lyrics made sense, given the situation.
“Gerard’s such an idiot.” I sighed happily. Mikey snorted.
“You haven’t had to deal with him for 34 years.”
“Technically you only had to deal with him for 31.” I pointed out. He grinned.
“You always manage to find the bright side, Frankie.” He said brightly. I just laughed.

“Where am I dropping you, brother?” he said. I smiled at the nickname.
“As close to the tattoo place as possible. I really don’t know my way around here.” I said softly, the nerves creeping up my back now that I was actually faced with what I was going to do. Mikey pulled up and laughed lightly, thumping my back affectionately.
“Dude, it’s fine. Tattoos really don’t hurt.”
“Do you have any?”
“Ah. No. But I know people who do. They don’t hurt.” He said weakly. I groaned and slid out of the car, giving him a high-five as I did.
“Just come get me when you’re done.” I smiled. He nodded and drove away, taking away the option of me turning back.
From where Mikey had parked, the store was only around the corner – I recognized it from where me and Gerard had walked the week before – and my legs shook the whole way.
If Gerard trusted Reggie, I suppose I did too, but it was still a horribly nerve-wracking experience.
I pushed the door open, and felt like I was walking into a wall of cigarette smoke. A Bryan Adams song played distantly, and I chewed my lip. Reggie wasn’t behind the counter, so I just made my way over to the records. I flicked through, thinking that maybe I could grab Gerard a Black Flag album or something as an apology for the heart attack I was inevitably going to give him when I walked into school tomorrow. I smiled a little as I thought about it, and flicked through, my foot tapping lightly to the song on the speakers. I chewed my lip more out of habit than nervousness, feeling the place where my lip ring would normally sit.
It was then that I felt an arm around my waist. I jumped and hit my hip on the record stand, squealing softly. The arm belonged to a man with greasy blonde hair and an even greasier grin. A cigarette hung between his open lips, over which the faintest sign of a moustache grew.
“Hey there, sweetheart.” He said gruffly. I gulped and tried to step out of his grip, but he held me harder.
“What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” he sneered. I chewed my lip and he breathed deeply.
“Nice lips you’ve got there, sweetheart. You don’t even know where I wanna see ‘em.” He jeered at me. I felt my heart race and struggled harder out of his grip, my eyes searching for Reggie.
“Hey, hey, come on darling, don’t struggle. I’ll make it nice for you.” He smiled, putting a hand on my ass. I squeezed the shelf in front of me, my knuckles going white.
“Please let me go.” I whispered, hating the way my voice shook. He laughed cruelly.
“How about you try saying that with my dick down your pretty throat, huh? You look like you’ve sucked cock before.”
“I-“
“Come on, kid, just a quick one behind the store.” He said, his hand moving towards my crotch. My legs shook, and I couldn’t do anything but squeeze my eyes shut.
“Jones! Get your hands off that kid!” I heard a familiar gruff voice call. I relaxed almost immediately. The man, Jones, held me harder.
“Aw, come on, Reg. The little twink’s just asking for it.” He purred. I almost threw up in my mouth.
“I think he told you to let him go, so let him go. Or should I call Gee?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips. Jones’ grip loosened.
“Why do we need to get Gee involved?”He said, his voice sounding sort of nervous.
“I think he’d be a little bit concerned that your hands are all over his boyfriend.” Reggie snapped. Jones let go, stepping back.
“Wait, what? This is Frank?” he said, sounding almost panicked.
“Yeah, it’s Frank. You’re Frank, right?” he said to me. I gulped.
“I’m Frank.” I confirmed weakly. Reggie grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the other man.
“See? Now, I think you should apologise to Gerard’s boy before I call him up here, don’t you?”
“H-hey, man, I didn’t know. He didn’t say-“
“He shouldn’t have had to say anything. He said no, that should have been enough, Gerard’s boyfriend or otherwise.”
“I really…I didn’t- shit. Don’t tell him, Reg, please. I can’t-“
“I’ll leave that up to Frank here, won’t I? What do you say, Frankie, should I call Gee and get him to come up here and smack the ever living shit out of Jones?” he said. I chewed my lip.
“Ah, no. It’s okay.” I said weakly. Reggie laughed.
“The boy’s got honor. I respect that. What I don’t respect is creepy old men tryin’ to pick up unwilling kids in my store. Get the fuck outta here, Jones. I don’t wanna see your slimy face here ever again.” He said. Jones nodded and left without argument, his shoulders hunched. Reggie squeezed my shoulder.
“You okay, kid?”
“Y-yeah. Fine.” I breathed. He smiled widely.
“C’mon to the back. You look like you need a smoke.” He said. I nodded and followed him to the area behind the till. He motioned that I should sit on his stool, so I did, sucking hard on the cigarette he offered me.
“I’m sorry about that. Jones is an asshole, but he’s never done somethin’ like that. I mean, you’re a cute kid, but it’s no excuse.” He said, shaking his head.
“Why was he so afraid of Gerard?” I asked, thinking about the dorky, coffee-addicted loser I thought of as my boyfriend, and trying to work out how anyone could be afraid of him.
“Because Gerard’s sent people to the hospital for less than what Jones just did.” He said darkly.
“What? My Gerard?” I gaped. He chuckled.
“Oh yeah. One time, I guess you two were broken up or somethin’, you know, and some guy was talkin’ all this shit about how Gee should let this guy ‘fuck some sense into that little twink of his’, ah, meaning you, and Gerard broke both his wrists.” Reggie said, laughing a little. I stared at him with wide eyes.
“No shit.” I breathed. Reggie nodded.
“Gerard gets very possessive over you, and unfortunately, a lot of the guys here are scumbags. Sometimes he lets it go, but sometimes he’ll teach the creeps a lesson.”
“Wow.”
“My personal favourite was ah, I think it was pretty early, so maybe the first time, or one of the first times you guys did it, and Gerard came in with lovebites everywhere, and some guy said that he wanted to ‘fuck the mouth of whatever kid did that to him’, and Gerard was really calm, like, scary calm. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled and laughed, and started flirting with this dude.”
“Oh.”
“No, no, it was good. So he starts flirting with this dude, and then just when the guy thinks he’s getting lucky, he reaches down and just fuckin’ grabs his balls real tight, and says that if he ever even looks at you, he’ll kill him. So, he got a bit of a reputation.” Reggie laughed.
“How does everyone know how young I am?” I asked nervously.
“I’ve known Gee for a very long time, and he tells me almost everything. The other guys hear some of the stuff, and word gets around. Nobody judges him, though. If anything, they respect him.” Reggie explained. I nodded, dropping my finished cigarette into the trash.
“That’s…interesting.” I said, chewing my lip. Reggie laughed.
“Don’t worry, kid, he wouldn’t hurt you. I’ve never seen that guy more in love than he is with you.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“Well, you didn’t come here to get felt up by creepy dudes. I’m guessing you’ve come chasing that tattoo?”
“Ah, yeah.” I smiled. He jumped up and led me to the area behind the curtain, gesturing that I should sit down on the leather sofa. I did so, and he nodded, putting gloves on and sitting next to me. The room had red velvet walls, like the rest of the store, but the floor was tiled. It was a lot cleaner than the rest of the store, almost like it was another building.
“O kay little dude, what were you thinking of?” he asked.
“Maybe like, somethin’ here?” I said, pointing to my neck, just below my jaw. Reggie nodded.
“Sounds good. What kind of thing?”
“I was sort of thinking of a scorpion?” I said nervously. Reggie grinned.
“That’s punk, dude. I respect that.” He said, reaching over and grabbing a book. He flicked to a page and pointed to a black scorpion tattoo.
“Like this?” he asked. I grinned.
“Yeah. That’s perfect.” I said. He nodded, chuckling to himself, and started getting everything ready.
“Why do I feel like Gerard Way doesn’t know his boy is here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I giggled.
“Because he doesn’t.” I smiled. Reggie wiped the side of my neck with alcohol and beamed.
“Why do I feel like you’re gonna show him this pretty tattoo of yours in front of everybody at school tomorrow?”
“Because I am.” I grinned. Reggie shook his head.
“You’re gonna kill him.”
“That’s what Mikey said.”
“It’s true, dude. He’s gonna lose his shit. He’s always going on about how much he loves tattoos.”
“How much is this gonna cost?” I asked nervously. Reggie smiled.
“Nothin’ for you, little dude. After what happened with Jones, I think you deserve it. And I can’t wait to hear how Gerard reacted.”
“Hey man, I can’t-“
“No, it’s a gift. I want to.” He said sincerely. I nodded, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and braced myself. I felt the needle pressing at my skin and bit my lip, waiting for the pain to come.
But it didn’t. The buzzing was annoying, and the feeling of it against my skin was sort of uncomfortable, but there was nothing outright painful about it. I sighed in relief and let Reggie do his thing, the discomfort, even, began to dull after a while, and I was just left with a numbness in my neck as he worked.
“How long is it gonna be?” I asked.
“Not long. Maybe half an hour? It’s a pretty simple thing, dude.” He said.
“Okay.” I said, staring at the wall and listening to the music that flowed in from the next room, almost jolting when the song that Mikey was talking about earlier came on.
“I like this song.” I blurted out. Reggie chuckled.
“Does that have something to do with the fact it reminds Gerard of you?”
“Did he tell you that?”
“He tells me everything.”
“How did you meet?” I asked.
“We actually went to college together. Roommates. He was doing English, I did Art. He was always better at drawing than I was, though, which pissed me off.” He chuckled.
“Oh, right.”
“Yeah. Dude was such a little slut back then.”
“He still is.”
“Don’t I know it. When you two broke up, I kept getting all these ‘ah shit, Reg’, I fucked someone’ calls at 3am. It was annoying.” He sighed.
“Did you ever meet Bert?” I asked softly.
“That prick? Yeah, I met him. He was an asshole.”
“So I’ve heard. Gerard said he was nice.”
“He was manipulative. I mean, he treated Gerard like a fuckin’ prince, you know, spoiled him, and I guess he was helpful with Mikey, but he was a douche.”
“How so?”
“Okay, like, Gerard would come in and start talking to me, and Bert would get all jealous and start like, touching him and kissing him, and Gerard would tell him to get off, and Bert would be like ‘if you loved me you’d suck me off in the alley behind the store’ and Gerard, he’s so nice and shit, you know, he’d just go do it.”
“Right.”
“Yeah, Bert was an asshole. I told him that, too. He came in on his own once and I was like ‘Bert, I know my buddy likes you and all, and that’s cool, but I think you’re a fucking dickhead.’” He laughed. I smiled.
“I’m not a dickhead, then?” I giggled. Reggie smiled.
“Nah, dude, you’re awesome. Gerard definitely loves you to death, and I was worried at first because I thought you’d hurt him, you know, he’s such a sensitive dude. But when I saw you two together, there wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that you two were meant to be together.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. You two do this thing, and like, I don’t think you even realize it, but you just-“
“Stare?”
“Yeah. A lot.”
“We’ve been told.” I sighed.
“You kept looking at him, checking on him, and then you’d get this sort of smile when you saw him dorking out over a comic book, and then he’d look up once you’d look away, and he’d kind of give you a once-over, and shake his head, smiling, and go back to what he was doing. It was kinda cute.” He chuckled.
“You must have seen him with a lot of people.” I said. He shrugged.
“Yeah, I have. At least a dozen, and you’re definitely it for him.”
“He’s kind of it for me too.” I murmured.
“I can see that.” He smiled.

Finally, he pulled the needle away from my skin, wiping down the spot with alcohol. It stung a little, and I hissed.
“Dude, it looks fuckin’ ace.” Reggie laughed, handing me a mirror. I raised my eyebrows. Well, shit. That did look cool.
“Fuck, thank you so much.” I breathed. Reggie nodded.
“It’s okay, dude. Just tell Gerard that I did it, and that I want him to call me.” He chuckled. I took the hand he offered and stood up, feeling a dull ache in my neck. He brought me out to the front of the store and I turned to speak to him, but I saw him glaring at someone. I spun around and saw a guy, much older than Gerard, just staring at me.
“Ay, Tom, did you not see what Jones did?” Reggie snapped. Tom shrugged.
“Nah, brother. Just showed up. Who’s your friend?” he said with a slow smile.
“This is the guy that Gerard’s fucking.” Reggie replied. Tom’s smile faltered and he turned back to the comic book in his hand. I chuckled.
“Is everyone in here gay?”
“Nope, they’re just old creeps. Don’t come here alone again, alright little dude?”
“I won’t. Thanks for everything, Reggie.” I smiled. He clapped me on the shoulder and nodded. I kept my eyes down as I reached the door, stopping to wave to Reggie one last time before I left.
Mikey’s car was already there, so I sauntered over and slid in. His eyes widened when he saw the tattoo, and I chewed my lip.
“Is it alright?” I asked weakly. He shook his head, a smile still on his face.
“Dude, it looks awesome. Seriously. Gerard’s gonna go crazy.” He chuckled, starting up the car.
“Promise?” I giggled.
“I actually can promise. As disgusting as it is to think about, Gerard is gonna totally jump your bones tomorrow.”
“Good to know.” I grinned.

My Mother, of course, freaked out.
“Jesus, Mom, I’m 18.” I groaned. She just stared, her eyes bugging out of her head.
“You could have warned me!” she cried. I shrugged.
“It was sort of last-minute, you know? Like, it kinda just happened.” I sighed.
“You’re really milking this ‘I’m 18’ thing, you know. I’m still your Mother.”
“I know, Mom. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll warn you next time I do something like this.” I murmured. She sighed.
“Fine.” She said, walking into the living room, clearly feeling defeated. I couldn’t really feel upset about it though, because my phone had been vibrating in my pocket for the whole conversation. I ran upstairs and, finally, answered it.
“Frank.”
“Gerard.” I said, smiling.
“Mikey knows what the thing is and he won’t tell me.” Gerard groaned. I chuckled.
“Well, you’ll see tomorrow.”
“He said I should prepare myself? For what?”
“Just…I don’t know. I guess just remember to stay calm.”
“Are you bringing me Johnny Depp?” he squealed. I rolled my eyes.
“Honey, if I had Johnny Depp, I wouldn’t give him to you.” I laughed. He sighed.
“I miss you sleeping next to me, sweetheart.”
“I miss it too. Not too many nights now.” I smiled.
“I have a bunch of work to do, so I’m gonna let you go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay baby.”
“Go easy on me, please? I feel like I’m going to suffer from this surprise.”
“I don’t think I can go easy on you.” I smiled. He groaned.
“You love me.” I beamed.
“You love me too.” He chuckled, hanging up.
I snuggled down under the blanket, laughing to myself. If Reggie and Mikey were right, Gerard was going to totally lose his mind.

There’s a certain territory that comes with having a tattoo. I found myself slipping on ripped jeans and a Black Flag wife-beater shirt that I probably wouldn’t have dared wear before, but that I suddenly felt very comfortable in when I saw the scorpion on my neck. I lined my eyes, for the first time in a while, in eyeliner. I looked vaguely like someone from Anti-Flag, and I didn’t mind even one bit. Feeling super rebellious, I even slipped my lip ring in.
Not surprisingly, everyone stared at me when I got into school. It probably had more to do with the fact that I looked like a 90s reject than the fact I actually looked good. Joe and Chris raised their eyebrows when they saw me.
“Hey, he actually went through with it.” Chris said, examining the tattoo. I chuckled.
“I told you I would.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, and now Joe owes me $10” Chris said, holding his hand out. Joe chuckled and gave him the money.
“Sorry, dude, but you’re normally a wimp. How was I supposed to know that you’d actually do it?” he grinned. I just shook my head.
“You guys are weird.” I said.
“Right, says the guy dressed up like a corpse.”Joe said, nudging me. I shook my head, clicking my lip ring against my tooth.
“Have you told Mr. Way about this yet?” Chris asked as we headed to his classroom. I blushed and smiled coyly.
“Maybe not.” I chuckled. Chris groaned.
“Gross. Old man boner. Right in front of me.”
“He’s not that old.” I grumbled, putting my hand on the door. I could hear his voice inside the room already, and I was suddenly nervous.
“Dude, how do I look? Like, am I-“
“You’re fine. He’s gonna think you’re hot. Which is gross.” Chris said. I nodded and opened the door, hoping to rush to my seat without being seen.
No such luck, of course.
“Good morning bo-“ Gerard began, but stopped when his eyes met mine. I smiled sheepishly. He stared at me, eyes wide, his lips parted. I saw the exact moment his eyes flicked to my neck and he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to mine in disbelief.
“Oh-“ he breathed. I ducked down into my seat, my heart racing. I ran a hand over my tattoo and smiled softly, biting my lip, causing the ring to click against my teeth.
I let my eyes slide up, and saw that he was still staring at me, his face red, his eyes wide. I could see his chest moving as he breathed heavily, his fingers grabbing the desk.
“Woah, Frank. Cool tattoo.” Said some guy as he walked past me. I smiled.
“Thanks.” I said coolly. When I looked back, Gerard was looking out the window instead of at me, but his breath was still coming heavy. I felt a wave of pride rushing through me.
“Oh my God. Frank, you look really hot.” Anna laughed as she brushed past me. I gave her a smile.
“No he doesn’t. It’s gross.” Jasmine contradicted. The rest of the girls agreed, wrinkling their noses.
“I think Frank looks alright.” Gerard said, throwing me an easy smile.
“Oh. Thanks Mr. Way.” I laughed. Two could play this game.
“Where’d you get it done?” he asked, seemingly causally. I smiled.
“That tattoo place near the hospital? It’s like, an hour away from here.” I shrugged. He narrowed his eyes.
“I know the one.” He murmured. He pulled out his phone and texted someone. Since my phone didn’t ring, I could only guess it was Reggie. I beamed and looked down at my desk.
He was definitely distracted during the lesson, his eyes constantly flicking over to me when he thought I couldn’t see, his tongue sliding across his lips. My breath hitched in my throat as I realized the implications of getting Gerard turned on – it turned me on, too. I shifted in my too-tight jeans as I watched his dark hazel eyes try not to stray to me.
Once he’d set the class on their task, which I really hadn’t listened to, he got up and walked over to me almost straight away, not even bothering to be subtle. His hard-on was very obvious, and he clearly didn’t care. He dropped to my side, smiling tightly.
“Frank.” He said coldly. I pressed my lips together.
“Mr. Way?”
“Frank, are you trying to fucking kill me?” he hissed. The class was, thankfully, talking over him. I shifted.
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought you’d like it.” I whispered back. He moaned.
“Baby, it’s- fuck. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“I’m so hard.” I whispered.
“Me too. So fucking hard for you, Frankie.” He panted.
“After class. Your desk.”
“I have a class after this.”
“Toilets, then?”
“Okay, yeah. I can be late to my next class.” He laughed breathily.
“Me too.” I smiled. He nodded and stood up, pulling his blazer over the bulge in his pants.
“Is that okay, then?” he asked, more loudly. I nodded.
“Mhm, yeah. I get it now.” I said. He nodded curtly and scurried back to his desk. I gave Chris a smile, and he rolled his eyes.
“Gross.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“You didn’t hear us, right?”
“Nope, you’re fine.” He smiled reassuringly. I nodded and tried to focus on my work.
Unsuccessfully, of course, because I couldn’t stop looking at him, and he couldn’t stop looking at me.
He wasn’t just looking at me, though. He was giving me ‘I want to fuck you right now’ eyes, and I couldn’t help the small whimpers of need that were slipping out of my lips. I was hard and throbbing in my jeans, and I just needed him to touch me. If I’d known that getting this fucking tattoo would mean this much frustration, I’d have thought twice about getting it.
Okay, maybe not. But the way Gerard was looking at me was definitely making it hard to focus on anything but my aching dick.

I didn’t miss his moan of relief when the bell rang. He tried to stay bright as he dismissed the class, but I could tell – and everyone else could probably tell – that he was struggling to keep control. As always, I made it look like I was getting my stuff ready for my last class as the rest of the students filed out. The last one was barely out the door when he jumped up and grabbed me, crashing our lips together. His hand slid up around my new tattoo and he moaned.
“Fuck, let’s go.” He said, grinding against me.
“Baby, wait. We have to wait for the halls to clear.” I giggled.
“No. Let’s go.” He said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out the door.
“Stay behind me a bit.” He murmured as he made his way to the toilets. It was pretty easy to stagger our distance, because while students made way for him, they didn’t show me the same courtesy. By the time I made it into the toilet, he was waiting against a cubicle, rubbing himself shamelessly.
“What if someone else had come in instead of me?” I hissed. He laughed.
“I’d have fucked them. Lucky it was you, right?” he said, pulling me into a cubicle.
“God, baby. That looks so hot. And your eyes…and you lips…fuck. You were trying to kill me, weren’t you?”
“Guilty” I smiled. He pushed me against the door, his mouth closing over the scorpion on my neck as he rutted against me.
“Not…enough…time…to…fuck…” he groaned in between licks to my neck and jawline.
“It’s okay, baby.” I whispered, reaching down and unzipping his pants. He whimpered, biting down on my neck.
“I fucking love tattoos.” He panted with a light smile as I pulled his cock out of his boxers.
“Yeah, I got that.” I chuckled as I pumped his swollen cock, my thumb swiping along the tip, collecting some of the precum that had accumulated there. He let out a jagged moan as I fisted his dick.
“More.” He rasped, kissing my neck, running his tongue along the length of the scorpion. He moaned and unzipped my jeans, chuckling to himself at the rather large wet patch on my boxers.
“So much cum for me already, sweetheart. Such a good slut.” He murmured, smiling into my skin. I tilted my head back, giving him more access to my neck and throat, which he attacked with his lips, biting and kissing the skin, which was still sore anyway. His long fingers closed around my cock and he pumped slowly, matching the pace that I was stroking him with. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moaned and locked my other hand in his hair.
It was then that the bathroom door opened. He pulled away, putting a hand over my mouth.
“Who’s in here?” called a voice I recognized as the principal’s.
“Paul?” Gerard called.
“Yeah, who’s that?”
“G-Gerard.” He stammered.
“Who else is in here?” Mr. Tucker demanded.
“Nobody, as far as I know.”
“Don’t you have a class now?”
“Yeah, I just, ah, felt kind of sick.” He called, his mouth pulling into an amused smile as his hand started to move on my dick again. Oh, fuck no. His hand closed more firmly over my mouth.
“Do I need to get a substitute to cover your class?”
“Um…if there’s one handy. I shouldn’t be too much longer, but I just vomited so-“
“Enough said. No problem, Gerard. Go home if you need to.” He said. Gerard rain a nail over the slit of my cock and I bit down on his hand to stop myself from screaming.
“I probably won’t have to, but thank you.” He said, moving his hand down my cock to cup my balls, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. I bucked my hips up involuntarily and he smiled.
We heard the door close a moment later, followed by Mr. Tucker’s feet clicking down the hallway. He moved his hand and replaced it with his mouth.
“That was close.” He smiled.
“You’re so fucked up.” I chuckled, pumping his cock again. He bit his lip and moaned.
“Yeah, I’m real fucked up.” He gasped, biting my neck.
“You want people to watch us fucking, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. You look so pretty when you’re fucking me.” He smirked, licking from my collarbone to my jaw.
“Make me cum.” I gasped. He moaned and dropped to his knees, taking me in his mouth before I could say anything.
It didn’t take long. I was so desperate that it was only a couple of thrusts before I exploded in his mouth, my cum dribbling out the side of his lips where he was struggling to swallow it all. He dragged himself to his feet and slammed me against the door, his tongue sliding into my mouth. He wrapped one hand around my throat, and the other around his cock. My mouth was filled with his tongue and the taste of myself, and I could hardly breathe as he squeezed my throat. He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark as he glared at me, his hand moving fast and hard on himself.
“Look so hot, Frankie. Gonna get off on how pretty you look.” He moaned, kissing my jaw.
“Yeah?” I breathed, smiling. He took a step back and bit his lip.
“Yeah.” He murmured, fucking himself up into his fist. I felt only vaguely uncomfortable, not sure what he wanted me to do.
“Bite your lip for me.” He said, smiling softly. I did, and he moaned. I let my head fall back against the door and ran my hand through my hair.
“Yeah, like that.” He moaned.
I let my hand fall down my face, my nails catching on my tattoo, and closed my hand around my throat for a moment, before dropping my hand down my chest.
“Fuck, Frankie!” he cried moments before he came, turning around just in time to shoot into the toilet, one hand resting above his head. He groaned loudly as he stroked himself through his orgasm, panting heavily.
“Gee-“
“Fuck, just gimme a sec.” he whispered. I took the break to pull my jeans up from where they’d pooled around my knees, and tucked myself back inside them. By the time I’d done that, Gerard turned around and kissed the scorpion softly, then kissed my lips, then my forehead.
“You’re too much.” He murmured, stroking my face. I just beamed at him. He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t want you going up to Reggie’s on your own again, okay? It’s not a good place for you.”
“I know. Um, I already had an incident.” I said before I could stop myself. He narrowed his eyes.
“What kind of incident?”
“N-no it’s fine. Reg’ sorted it out.”
“Tell me.” He said.
“Some guy kept, um, touching me and saying things.”
“What things?” he said calmly. I knew then what Reggie meant about him being ‘scary calm’.
“Like, he wanted me to suck him off, and I said no, and then Reggie kicked him out.”
“That was kind of him. Did you catch the man’s name?”
“No.” I lied.
“Why are you lying to me?” Gerard said softly.
“Because you’re gonna break his wrists.” I blurted out. Gerard raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk twitching on his lips.
“Reggie’s been telling stories, then.” He chuckled. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just don’t like people being disrespectful to you.”
“You broke his wrists.” I said blankly. Gerard laughed nervously.
“It was a long time ago. I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”
“No, it’s just…it’s kind of hot actually.” I laughed lightly.
“Yeah? You like the idea of me gettin’ all possessive over you?”
“In a weird way, yes?”
“And you say I’m fucked up.” He chuckled, pulling me into his arms.
“Don’t hurt people anymore, okay?” I mumbled into his chest.
“Oh, baby, you make me sound so bad when you say that.” He said sadly. I kissed him.
“I just…it’s so weird. You’re so kind and lovely, but you’ll beat people up for talking shit. I don’t like it.”
“I haven’t done anything like that in ages. I just got mad. Normally I was drunk. Forgive me?” he said, smiling sweetly.
“There’s nothing to forgive, just…don’t let them get to you anymore. It’s not worth it.”
“I didn’t realize it would upset you. I promise I’ll stay calm.” He said.
“It was kinda cool though, that guy getting all scared when Reggie mentioned that I was yours.” I giggled. Gerard chuckled.
“See, being my baby has its perks.” He sighed.
“I think missing like, 25 minutes of my lesson to fuck you in a toilet is definitely one of them.” I smiled. He laughed.
“Speaking of which-“
“Aw, no.”
“Yep. You gotta get going, sugar. I’ll talk to you later.” He said, unlocking the door and shepherding me out. I turned and kissed him quickly before I left.
“Okay. I love you.”
“You too, babe.” He grinned.

Gerard sighed once the bathroom door shut, running a hand through his hair. He wished, more than anything, that Reggie hadn’t told Frank all those stories. He could see in the way Frank looked at him that he was, despite his reassurances, slightly afraid of him. He hadn’t meant to get so violent, but when he got mad like that he just saw red. Gerard remembered that time he’d actually slapped Frank, and winced.
“Fuck.” He breathed, resting his head against the stall door. He didn’t want to hurt Frank – not ever. Frank was the only thing keeping him alive, and he couldn’t risk losing his temper like that again. He needed to stay calm, to stop himself from scaring Frank or, God forbid, from hurting him again.
He thought to the nearly empty bottle of pills in his medicine cabinet. There was enough there for another high, he was sure, and if he was sparing, he could make them last until his next therapy appointment, where he’d mention casually that he’d run out of pills.
Yeah, that was good. Gerard didn’t like lying to Frank, but without the pills, he’d get sad and angry again, and he didn’t want to hurt Frank, or anyone else for that matter. The only person that Gerard should ever want to hurt was himself.
And yeah, he definitely wanted to hurt himself.

Notes

The song in the car is Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. It reminds me of my boyfriend and I'm a loser so it's in the story alright!

Friendly reminder that Gerard has serious mental health issues!
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