I Think I Like It

Even though Gerard had warned me he wouldn’t be at school the following week so he could recover from everything, it was still upsetting to not see him.
He urged me to take time off, too, but I said I’d rather just get back into the swing of things – and it was true. I didn’t want to sit around moping – not when Gerard had ‘fixed it.’
I’d been terrified as to what that meant. At first, he was determined to not tell me what had happened, and I feared the worst. It was only after I confronted him that he told me.

“You…think I killed him?” He asked. I gulped.
“Did you?” I asked shakily. He burst out laughing.
“What? Jesus, Frank. No, I didn’t fucking kill him! God. I just hit him around a bit. He’s fine.” He laughed, the tears pouring down his cheeks. I rolled my eyes at him.

It made me feel better, though, and so I went to school, even knowing that I’d miss him. I was glad as soon as I did though – otherwise I wouldn’t have walked into the best conversation of my whole year.
I hadn’t been looking forward to English, until I heard Anna’s voice, clear as a bell:
“He definitely has a big dick.”
“Didn’t your brother fuck him?” Jasmine responded.
“No! Shut up!” she screeched. I bit my lip, smiling, knowing straight away who they meant.
“I just…I don’t know. Maybe it only looks big. Maybe it’s super small.” Emily considered.
“Oh, please. The thing looks like it’s gonna pop out any second.” Anna snickered. I snorted, grabbing their attention.
“Of course, Frank Iero knows all about Mr. Way’s dick, after having it up his ass.” Jasmine sneered. I smiled because, hey, she wasn’t wrong.
“Go on, Frankie. Is his cock big?” Anna snapped, apparently still mad that I didn’t want to do her.
“Yep. Massive. Biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” I said casually. Once again – I wasn’t wrong.
“Yeah, right. Like he’d actually go near Frank.” Emily mumbled, signifying the end of the conversation. I turned away, back to my work, a big grin on my face.

TO: Gee.
(12:34pm)
The girls are wondering if you have a big cock. I told them that you did. <3

FROM: Gee.
(12:38pm)
Thank you for protecting my honor. Want a picture to remind yourself of how big my cock is?
(or, if you’re not feeling up to that, I can just send you a picture of me missing you)

I smiled at his consideration. Ever since what happened, he’d been so good at the sexual stuff (or, not doing it). If our texts or phonecalls got a bit heated, he’d been very good at stopping straight away and making sure I was doing okay. Most times I was, but sometimes it got slightly overwhelming.
To put it plainly, I just wasn’t that interested in sex right now, and he was okay with that. I felt insanely lucky.

TO: Gee.
(12:45pm)
Send me the cock. I wanna make sure I didn’t give them improper information.

I chuckled to myself as I bounced my phone in my lap, waiting for his response.
I wasn’t sure if he was doing this just to tease me, or if there was another reason for him leaving me hanging, but he didn’t actually send me the picture for almost 15 minutes.
It was more than worth it when he did, though. I opened the picture and gasped. His hand was wrapped firmly around his hard cock, his balls looking heavy and tight. I could even see precum glistening off the swollen tip. My mouth watered.

TO: Gee.
(12:58pm)
Definitely told the girls the truth. Your cock is massive. Can I come over and see it for real? <3

FROM: Gee.
(1:09pm)
I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, my love. <3

I grinned, sliding my phone into my pocket. For the first time since Friday, I actually felt like I was getting some normality back in my life. It was a nice feeling; especially considering the rest of the school was so excited.
The reason for this was, of course, prom. The word echoed through the halls and rattled through my bones.
I don’t mean to be cliché and say that I was probably the only one not excited, but it was kind of true. Even Joe and Chris were into it.
“Aw, come on, Frankie. You’ll have fun.” Joe said, nudging me that day at lunch. I glared at him.
“Yeah, like I had fun at the last dance.” I sighed. They were silent for a moment.
“Dude, you nearly got fucked into the wall by your future boyfriend at the last dance. Or don’t you remember that?” Joe pointed out. I sighed.
“Not the point.” I grumbled, but there was a smile on my face. Of course I remembered – how could I forget?
“He’s chaperoning the prom, you know.” Chris said casually. I sat up.
“What?” I snapped. He laughed.
“Yeah, dude. He does every year. Didn’t he mention it to you?”
“Um. No. I guess we’ve been busy.” I mumbled, scratching my neck. I felt fairly stupid for not knowing that my own boyfriend was chaperoning the prom.
“Maybe you could go with him? Like, incognito.” Joe suggested. I sighed.
“I don’t know. I guess if he’s meant to be chaperoning he won’t have time for me.”
“He’ll make time. Seriously, just like, mention it.” Joe probed. I raised an eyebrow.
“When did you become okay with us dating anyway?” I laughed. He shrugged.
“It’s all Romeo and Juliet. It’s kind of cute.”
“They both die, though.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well. Shut up.” He snapped. I giggled and turned back to my lunch, feeling secretly relieved when they dropped the subject.
I assumed that there was a reason why Gerard hadn’t mentioned that he’d be there to me, so I reasoned that I probably shouldn’t ask.
Then again, maybe he’d actually just forgotten – in which case, me avoiding the subject could mean that I miss out on the opportunity to go to prom with him.
I groaned and rested my head on the table.
“This, Christopher, is exhibit A of why we don’t fuck our teachers.” Joe said, gesturing to me. Chris nodded, looking solemnly at me.
“I see. It appears that the patient is experiencing angst and confusion as a result of his teacher-fucking.” He said, nodding slowly. I chuckled.
“You guys need to get laid.” I mumbled. They didn’t say anything because, hey, I wasn’t wrong.

Gerard was so fucking cute. That was it. I never thought I’d be calling my douchebag, overconfident, smug little asshole of an English teacher ‘cute’, but here I was. He was so cute.
When I got to his place, he greeted me in his skeleton onesie, and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows (fucking marshmallows) in his hand. If that wasn’t the cutest thing ever, I didn’t know what was.
“You feeling better, baby?” I asked, kissing him on the cheek as I pushed into the house. He nodded, looking at me with wide eyes as he drank his hot chocolate.
“Yeah, Daddy. Thank you.” He smiled. I widened my eyes and chuckled.
“Someone missed me.” I mumbled, shrugging my jacket off. He giggled.
“Sorry, I just…I missed you.” He sighed. I stroked his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I missed you too. I think you possibly missed me more…” I teased. He bumped me with his hip.
“Shut up, Iero, or get out of my damn house.” He mumbled into his mug. I kissed his jaw and laughed, pushing past him and flopping onto his sofa.
“I remember when you were excited and honoured to come into my house. Now it’s like ‘hey dude, let me put my fuckin’ feet on your couch.’” He sighed dramatically, sitting next to me, picking up my legs so they were resting on his. I beamed at him.
“I sort of lose the whole ‘respect’ thing after I’ve had sex on top of something enough times. It loses it’s magic.”
“Oh, that explains why you’re so comfortable being a little shit in my class. It’s the whole ‘I’ve had sex on that desk and on that desk and against that wall and with my face pressed against the blackboard’ mentality. Right?” he chuckled. I nodded.
“Yep, more or less.” I grinned. He laughed and ran his nails gently up and down my thigh. I hummed happily, letting my head fall back.
“I love you.” I sighed, entwining our hands. He smiled.
“I love you, too. How was today?” he asked, shifting his weight a little and pulling me onto his lap. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“It was fine. I missed you, but it was fine.” I murmured, nuzzling my face into his neck. He sighed and ran his nails up my arm. I wiggled, giggling lightly.
“Tickles.” I mumbled. He bounced me on his knees.
“You’re like my little baby person.” He chuckled. I raised my eyebrow.
“Right. I thought I was the daddy.” I teased. He chewed his lip, leaning in to press our lips together.
“Mm. You are.” He purred, holding me closer as he kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips. I moaned and shifted so I was straddling him, feeling his cock hardening against my ass.
“Baby.” I breathed, grinding my ass down and making him whimper.
“Oh, fuck, Frankie. I haven’t cum in ages. I fuckin’… I need to cum.” He moaned. I tangled my hands in his hair and nodded, unable to speak, as I joined our lips again, feeling his hands slide up my thighs. I was so unbearably hard. I could practically feel all of the cum that had been accumulating trying to force its way out. It had only been a few days since Gerard and I last did anything, but it was the longest we’d ever been.
He flipped us over suddenly, and he was on top of me, grinding down hard against me, his breath coming in eager, desperate pants.
“Fuck, Frankie. Holy shit.” He moaned, biting down on my neck. I let out a moan and wrapped my legs tightly around his hips.
“Fuck me. I want your cock inside me, Gee. Fuck me, please.” I begged, writhing underneath him. He moaned, his hand moving to rub my cock.
And that’s when I stopped.
Because that’s when the images came back. Flashing through my brain at lightning speed. The wall, that hand, his smirk, too rough, and an incoherent plea of “stop stop stop”.
“Gerard, please. I can’t.” I breathed. He paused.
“W-what? What do you need, baby?” He asked. His voice was filled with concern, but dripping with lust.
“I…it’s nothing. We can keep going.” I said weakly. I felt dirty and disgusting. I needed to stop, but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“No. It’s okay, baby.” He murmured, moving to pull away.
“No, I’m fine!” I insisted, my lie obvious by the tears spilling down my cheeks. He clicked his tongue and pulled away.
“It’s okay, Frankie. I don’t wanna do this if you’re not gonna enjoy it.” He said, sitting up and smoothing his hands down his thighs. I sat up shakily, biting my lip as tears ran down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just…I wanted to be able to do it for you. It’s not fair that I got you all worked up, and then I just-“
“Baby. It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s just sex. I can go jerk off or something later.” He chuckled. I nodded, but I couldn’t look at him. I still felt sort of dirty, but now I felt guilty, too. He held his arms out.
“Can I?” He asked carefully. I nodded.
“Please do.” I laughed humorlessly. He smiled and pulled me close, his hand stroking softly at my hair.
“It’s okay that you’re still feeling this way, Frankie. Don’t feel bad, please? I don’t ever want you to feel bad for not wanting sex.”
“I do want it. That’s the problem. I’m so fucking horny, Gerard, all the fucking time. But there’s nothing I can do, because if I so much as think about touching myself –“ I cut off and shook my head.
“It’s fine. It’ll pass.”
“And if it doesn’t?” I asked shakily. He shrugged.
“We’ll work something out. I’ve got you, okay?” He said, kissing my head. I nodded and snuggled into him.
We sat like that for a moment before I felt his face stretch into a grin against my hair.
“What?” I giggled.
“I know what will make you feel better!” he announced.
“Gerard, if you say Watchmen, I’m gonna-“
“Watchmen!” he cried, as if I hadn’t spoken. I groaned.
“You’re so dumb.” I grumbled as he wiggled off of the sofa and ran excitedly to the TV.
“No, you’re uncultured. This is gold.” He snapped, as he always did.
“Do you know like, every line?” I said. He turned and looked at me seriously.
“Yes. Of course I do. Don’t you?” he said, looking concerned. I, of course, made the mistake of saying:
“No. I’m not a dork.” With a roll of my eyes. He gasped, shocked.
“Then we’ll just have to keep watching it until you do.” He said, with a determined nod. I sighed and shut my eyes.
“You can’t watch the superhero awesomeness with your eyes shut, Frankie.” He teased, climbing back onto the sofa.
“Wow, really? Shit.” I said sarcastically. He shot me a glare, but then beamed as the movie started, and I realized, once again, that I was dating a 38-year-old child.

The movie ended, and as Gerard breathed the final words, I couldn’t help but smile. He was a fucking dork, but I was crazy about him.
He turned to look at me with a wide smile.
“Wasn’t that amazing?” he asked, stretching. I looked at him incredulously.
“Sure, Gerard. Sure.” I mumbled. He made grabby hands at me and I sighed, shifting so I was in his lap again.
“I need to talk to you about somethin’.” He said, a small smile on his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Okay.” I said.
“You look worried?”
“Do I? I’m not.” I assured him. He shrugged.
“Okay. So, ah, you know that prom’s coming up soon, right? Like, just after graduation…”
“I forgot about graduation.” I mumbled. It was true, too. The school had so much of a slant on prom, it sort of masked the fact that I was graduating first.
“Can you pay attention?” he snapped. I wiggled my eyebrows.
“I love it when you get all ‘Mr. Way’ on me. It’s sexy.”
“Frank!” he cried in exasperation. I chuckled and snuggled into him.
“Sorry. Yes, prom.” I smiled.
“Yes. Anyway. I don’t know if you knew, but um, I’m chaperoning. I kind of do it every year. Free booze.” He chuckled.
“Except that you’re sober.” I mumbled. He blushed.
“Of course.” He said with an easy, yet nervous, smile. I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever. Anyway?”
“Anyway. I’m allowed to have a date. I can bring anyone in the world I wanna bring. So um, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go with me?” he asked, blushing. I bit my lip.
“Baby, that’s cute. But, you know I like, go to that school, right? Like, I was gonna go anyway.” I said, slightly confused.
“Yes, but not as my date. And now you are.”
“Right. Well, okay then. It’s not official though, really.”
“Why not?”
“I think the whole teacher and student thing sort of gets in the way of that.”
“But it’s after graduation?” he said, confused. I stared at him.
“Yes…I know when it is…” I said slowly. I had literally no idea why he was being like this. His eyes lit up, his face pulling into a smile.
“You really don’t know why that’s significant?” he asked, excitement bubbling in his voice.
“Huh? No. Is it significant?” I asked. He shrugged.
“No, not really. Okay, Frankie. I guess I’ll see you there anyway?” he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Sure…Gerard…” I muttered. He was acting really, really weird. More than usual. He chuckled, dumping me off his lap.
“Okay, cool. Romantic moment over. Do you want pizza?” he asked, getting to his feet. I watched him go, shaking my head. He was such a weird, weird man.
But he was my weird man, and, when I wasn’t rolling my eyes at his existence, I was stupidly in love with him.

Notes

I'm sorry I was gone for so long again, guys. I really didn't mean to be, it's just kinda hard to find time to write. I'll do my best to update soon!
I'm also sorry for the 'connectiveness' of this chapter. It's sort of just so I can switch between plots. Love me please? <3

(also, I have a proposition for you guys in a few chapter's time, so keep an eye out. It's one of those things where you guys make me your bitch and I write whatever the majority says. I know you guys like that sort of thing ;D)