I Think I Like It

The next few days were even more difficult than the ones before them. Partly because I woke up on the Wednesday morning with a really, really sore ass that lasted the rest of the week, but mainly because I knew he was actually mad at me now. Before I was just…frustrated. But now I was terrified. I considered calling or texting him, but I knew that would just make him angrier.
Instead, and as always, I turned to plan B. I texted Mikey.

TO: mikeyway
(3:45am)
Is he mad at me? Like. Does he hate me? Is he gonna dump me?

FROM: mikeyway
(7:55am)
Dude. Chill.

When that fell through, and he started ignoring my messages too, I just tried to distract myself again.
Unsurprisingly, Joe and Chris didn’t invite me out again, but they both texted frequently to make sure I was okay, so I knew that they weren’t too mad at me. That was a relief. At least I’d have someone to turn to when Gerard left me.
I sucked in a breath at the thought. If. If he left me. I couldn’t get myself worked up.

Despite all of my insecurities, I was still pretty excited when prom rolled around. Sure, I wasn’t really into the whole ‘dance’ thing, but I was definitely into the whole ‘making sure the love of my life isn’t mad at me and isn’t going to break my heart in front of the whole school’ thing.
I doubted, of course, that he’d actually do it at prom; he was many things, but he wasn’t ever really (intentionally) cruel. He was also a bit of a sucker for these things, so I deduced that he’d probably at least let me enjoy tonight. It would give me an opportunity to assess his behavior though, to see if he was ignoring me.
Gerard had a habit of wearing himself on his sleeve. It was both a blessing and a curse.

I was unsure, to be honest, of the terms of my agreement with Gerard. Did it mean that I could text him on Saturday, or not at all until I actually saw him at prom?
The next question, of course, is did I actually want to talk to him? He was pretty mad the last time I’d seen him, and although the sex had been amazing, I knew it wasn’t meant to be pleasurable – he was proving a point.
Despite this, I was actually sort of proud of myself, in a weird way. We’d done stuff – fuck, we’d actually had sex, and I’d been mostly okay with it.
Granted, I was pissed, but maybe I was onto something there. Alcohol might actually help.
I shooed the thought away as soon as it formed properly. I couldn’t think like that, or I’d end up like Gerard – or worse, Mikey.
I shivered as I considered it, pulling on my clothes. I felt slightly ridiculous. My school was being very insistent on the whole ‘dress formally’ thing, meaning that I pretty much had to shove myself into a tuxedo, and actually comb my hair. I couldn’t even wear my lip ring, which was bullshit.
Mom told me, maybe fifty million times, that I looked ‘absolutely gorgeous’ and ‘adorable’ and that ‘Cameron is gonna love you, baby’.
I just rolled my eyes and waited for Joe to come pick me up.
“Why isn’t Cam coming to get you? Aren’t you going together?” Mom asked, just as Joe texted me telling me he’d arrived. I chewed my lip.
“Ah. Yeah, he’s not feeling well.” I shrugged. She furrowed her eyebrows.
“I haven’t seen him around lately.”
“Yeah, I mean I go to his place a lot.” I said, my voice shaking. She shrugged.
“Maybe invite him over sometime.” She suggested. I nodded weakly, calling out a ‘goodbye’ as I made my way outside and into Joe’s car.
Some people, I’d heard, were showing up in Limos, but thankfully, none of my friends, or I, were absolute assholes, so Joe’s beat up car was good enough for us.
As we pulled up, I spotted Gerard’s car in the parking lot, and swallowed hard, feeling slightly hurt that he hadn’t even messaged me to tell me he was here.
I reassured myself, though, by telling myself that he was probably busy. He was, after all, chaperoning. He couldn’t spend his whole time talking to me (although, he could make an effort to spend some of it talking to me).
The guys hadn’t actually spoken much to me during the whole journey, and I sighed.
“Are you guys really mad at me for the other day?”
“Yes. That was fucking stupid, Frank.” Chris grumbled.
“Yeah, man. Not cool.” Joe agreed. I threw my hands in the air.
“He got me back, didn’t he? It’s not like he didn’t get his revenge.”
“I don’t think sex quite counts as revenge.” Chris muttered, undoing his seatbelt. I rolled my eyes.
“You weren’t there.” I said, sliding out of the car. I didn’t miss the look they shared, and groaned internally. They were going to be like this all night, I just knew it.
Not wanting them to ruin the entire night for me, I walked ahead of them.
“Frank, c’mon. Don’t be like that!” Joe called after me, but I ignored him, desperate to see Gerard.
I pushed the doors of the hall open and breathed out in dissatisfaction.
The room looked great, admittedly, and from the blurred outlines that I could see in the dim light, the people all looked gorgeous too.
The only problem was that I couldn’t see Gerard. Granted, I’d barely stepped into the room, but I normally had a knack for being able to spot him pretty fast.
Assuming he was just in the bathroom or whatever, I walked into the hall, looking around me properly. It was decorated with blue and pink everything: balloons, streamers, table cloths, posters, lights. You name it, we probably had it. Rather than looking tacky, however, it actually looked pretty cool – not that I’d ever actually admit that, of course.
The one thing I thought was cooler about this dance than the Halloween one, was that the bar was much, much bigger, and the drinks were free.
Seeing as I couldn’t find my (possibly ex) boyfriend anywhere, and I was avoiding my friends, I decided to approach the bar first.
I felt a wave of déjà-vu at the action, and chuckled a little bit to myself – it was crazy how much had changed in such a small amount of time.
The bartender (the school actually hired a real one this time, rather than just a cafeteria lady) poured me my drink and handed it to me, and I accepted with a gracious smile.
I knew Gerard would probably get mad if he saw me drinking, especially considering what had happened last time, but I found it difficult to care as I tipped back whatever it was that had been served to me when I’d said “surprise me”.
It tasted kind of bitter, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I was almost upset that I hadn’t got the name of it.
“I never knew you to be much of a drinker.”
A voice said from behind me. Not his voice, though. Cameron’s.
I turned around and sighed, swallowing the last of the drink, resting my weight on one hip.
“Yeah, well.” I said, fluttering a hand dismissively. He didn’t move, so I assumed he was trying to engage me in conversation. Awesome.
“So, who did you come here with?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Nobody.”
“Oh.”
“It’s fine. I’m not into anyone from our school anyway. Too much drama.” He said with a light smile. I chuckled.
“Yeah, I feel that.” I agreed solemnly. Cameron tilted his head.
“Trouble in paradise?”
“What gives you that impression?” I asked, maybe harsher than I meant to.
“Well, you’re not with him.” He pointed out.
“I can’t even fucking see him.” I complained, gesturing widely to the hall. Cameron shrugged.
“Yeah, but, I mean you know what he’s wearing.”
“No I don’t.” I contradicted. He raised his eyebrows, a small smile spreading across his face.
“Seriously? He didn’t tell you?” he asked, amused. It just pissed me off more.
“What? No. Why?” I demanded. He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand.
“No way, dude. I’m letting you find that one out on your own.” He said, shaking his head.
“Fuck. Fine. Can you let him know that I’m looking for him, if you see him?” I snapped. He nodded.
“Oh yeah. I definitely will.” He beamed, giving me a half wave as he walked away. I sniffed and leaned against the wall, sipping my drink with an air of disgruntlement. I let my eyes rake the hall for him, and groaned in frustration when I couldn’t find him.
I supposed, in a way, I should have been almost grateful that I couldn’t see him. After all, he couldn’t break up with me if he couldn’t see me. That was a plus; my relationship was still lasting for each second that I was an unobservant idiot.
I scanned the room again and froze.
I thought I’d seen him. If he was the person I’d just seen, it’d explain Cameron’s reaction. It would explain why I hadn’t seen him earlier, and it would certainly explain why he hadn’t come over to speak to me yet.
I let my eyes slide back onto them, just as they turned around, a small smirk on their lips.
Yeah. That was him. There’s nobody else it could have been, because nobody else, on the whole damn planet, would have come to prom in drag.

When I say that my boyfriend, English teacher and love of my life was ‘in drag’, I don’t mean that he was wearing eyeliner. I mean he was in a fucking dress and heels, with a full face of makeup. My jaw dropped as I stared at him, and I couldn’t deny that damn, he looked so good. The dress hugged his ass just right, his smooth (holy shit, smooth) legs were exposed from the top of the thigh down. If a girl had worn that dress, she’d have been sent home. I was sure of it.
But this wasn’t some girl, this was Gerard fucking Way, and he looked irresistible, and he was fucking ignoring me now that he knew I’d seen him. Awesome.
I watched the reaction of the people around him, and noticed that not one of them looked even remotely bothered by his choice in apparel. I put this down to him being both feminine and unpredictable. What I did notice, though, was that there were a lot of people looking at him the same way I was. And that just wasn’t cool.
Finishing my drink to get confidence, I strode across the hall, stopping when I was a few feet behind him. I could hear the soft rumble of his voice, and his gentle laugh. I sucked in a breath.
“Mr. Way.” I said softly, a tight smile on my face. He didn’t turn around.
“Hello, Frank. Can I help?” he asked, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice. The teacher he’d been talking to looked vaguely irritated, but I ignored this.
“I just wanted to say hello. Seeing as I haven’t seen you yet.” I said pointedly. He actually turned around at this, an amused smile playing around his lips.
“Well. You’re seeing me now.”
“You look interesting tonight, sir.” I said, raising my eyebrows. He ran a hand through his hair.
“I thought I looked pretty good, Frank.”
“I can’t say I disagree.” I said, knowing that I was pushing the barriers.
“Well. I appreciate that. I’m assuming you haven’t worked it out yet?”
“Worked what out?”
“Right. When you think of it, come find me.” He said curtly, turning back around. I stared at him, dumbfounded, as he just continued his conversation. I hovered for a moment before walking away, frustrated.
I considered going to the bar, but I didn’t want to give Gerard any more reason to not speak to me, so instead I sought out my friends.
They were laughing about something, but stopped when I came over.
“What?” I snapped. Joe’s eyes twinkled.
“You’re so fucking unobservant, Frank.” He sighed.
“I thought you guys were pissed off at me.”
“We were. But watching you get embarrassed by Mr Way like that? Worth it. You’re forgiven, dude.” Chris laughed.
“Awesome. Fucking, awesome. I want to go home.” I said with a pout.
“Can’t. Gotta work it out.” Joe reminded me. That was the last straw.
“Work what out? What the fuck is it that everybody knows that I don’t know? Fuck! I’m a fucking adult. This is fucking childish.” I cried. Both of them gave me matching amused grins.
“Holy shit, can you stop looking at me like that? I want to go home. I don’t need to be here anymore. I don’t need to see any of these assholes ever again, and I certainly don’t need to talk to that motherfucker anymore. He’s not my teacher anymore, right? I never have to see his stupid, smug little face ever again.”
“You love him.” Chris pointed out, nearly squealing with laughter. I groaned.
“So what? So fucking what?” I sighed.
“So, you’ve already worked it out, you dumb fuck.”
“Huh?”
“Christ, Frank, come on. Fucking think. You know already, you just need to…I don’t know. Connect the dots.” Chris prompted.
“And do it fast, ‘cause Anna’s taking the opportunity from you.” Joe said. I spun on my heel and groaned. He was fucking dancing with her.
His hands were on her hips, hers around his neck, and I watched as she batted her eyelashes and laughed. I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined it probably matched hers. I felt sick.
“What the fuck? He can do it with her, and not with me? I don’t understand!” I cried, tears of anger and frustration filling my eyes.
“Holy fucking shit, Frank. He can do it with you! You already said it!” Joe almost screamed.
Oh.
I got it.
“H-he’s not my teacher anymore.”
“Fuck! He’s got it!” Joe cried.
“So…it’s not illegal.”
“Almost there, kiddo.” Chris sighed, exhausted.
“So I can go over there and-“
“Fuck him against the wall. Whatever. Can you just go do it?” Joe snapped. I laughed, almost hysterically.
“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.” I giggled ecstatically.
“Anna’s gonna dry hump your boyfriend.” Chris reminded me. I nodded and turned, almost running across the floor (but not, of course).
I stood behind him again, but this time I put my hands on his hips. He stopped moving with Anna, and she looked at him with disappointment.
“Hello again, Frank.” He said, amused.
“Gerard.” I breathed. His breath hitched.
“Anna, can we-“
“Seriously?” she snapped. Gerard chuckled.
“He’ll bring me back.” He assured her.
“I probably won’t, actually.” I pointed out. He turned around and beamed at me, before facing her again, dropping his hands from her waist.
“It’s been nice talking to you, Anna. We’ll talk later, perhaps.” He said, assuming his ‘teacher’ voice. She pouted.
“That’s not fair.” She cried. He laughed.
“I’m so sorry, Anna, I really wish I could even pretend to give a shit.” He chuckled.
“Don’t be mean.” I murmured, squeezing his hips. He cleared his throat.
“Later.” He said to her, almost like a promise. I promise I knew he didn’t intend on keeping. She rolled her eyes and stomped off, and I curled my arms around his waist.
“You worked it out.”
“That we’re not illegal anymore? Yeah. I got it”
“Did they tell you?”
“No.” I muttered. He spun around in my arms, grinning.
“Good. Oh, God, Frankie. You’re mine. All mine.” He sighed, stroking my cheek. I leaned into his hand, biting my lip.
“You look beautiful, Gee.” I sighed.
“I wanted you to say that. I wanted you to want me.” He said, his voice taking on a husky edge. I pursed my lips.
“I do. I do want you.”
“I figured that, since you like girls now-“ He teased, resting his hand on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I don’t dance.” I murmured, seeing where he was going. He rocked his hips lightly.
“Me neither. I just want to hold you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Oh, fuck, Gerard. Fuck. You’re so-“
“You too.”
“I can’t wait until we can-“
“I fucking know”
“I’m going to-“
“Yeah. So hard. Please.”
“Until you can’t fucking walk.”
“Please.” He breathed. I smiled, chewing my lip as we rocked to the music.
“Won’t you get in trouble for this?” I pointed out. He considered that for a moment, then shrugged.
“I don’t know. I don’t care, either. I’ve been waiting all year for this.”
“But your job-“
“I don’t know if I want it anymore.”
“Gee?”
“Later, okay?” He whispered, brushing his lips against my cheek. I nodded and sighed.
The music seemed to move around us, as did everybody else. It was one of those horribly, disgusting cliché things, where it was as if we were in our own bubble – nobody could see in, and we couldn’t see out. We were separated from everybody by a pane of glass.
Vaguely, I considered that everybody might find this a bit weird, but it was only a passing thought. I didn’t care what anybody thought, I just wanted him. I always wanted him.
He smiled a little, and I wondered what he was thinking. I didn’t ask though, I just smiled back at him.
After some time, though, the curiosity got the better of me.
“What is it?” I asked, smiling. He chewed his lip.
“If I tell you something, you have to stay very, very calm.” He murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Okay.” I replied weakly. He smirked.
“Everybody is staring at us.” He breathed. I didn’t take my eyes off of his long enough to check – I just took his word for it.
“Oh.” I murmured, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. He chewed his lip, his eyes dark.
“I love it. I love that they can see us. I can finally show everybody who you belong to.” He all but growled.
“Gerard, they’re looking.” I whispered. He stopped his movements, sliding his hand down to entwine with mine on his hip. His other hand, he used to cup my cheek softly.
“If they’re watching, maybe we should give them a show. How about it, Frankie?”
“Gerard.” I said sternly. He giggled.
“C’mon, Frank. Let’s give ‘em something to stare at.” He purred, pulling me in closer.
“Like what?” I whispered, my heart hammering. He bit his lip, his eyes darting around the room, before he kissed me.

It was like that movement broke our bubble. I was suddenly aware of all the eyes on me, even as mine slid shut. I could feel them, piercing into me. The music still played, but the room seemed oddly silent as his lips starting moving slowly against mine.
The most surprising thing, though, was that I kissed him back. Even knowing we were being watched, even knowing that this could end drastically wrong. I kissed him because he was finally fucking mine. For real now. No hiding, no being ashamed. The man I was unbearably in love with was finally mine in every way.
He sucked in a deep breath, his other hand coming to hold my face as I pulled him in closer by the waist. His lips were urgent, almost desperate against mine.
“Gee.” I breathed. He panted, his lips hovering an inch away from mine.
“Fuck.” He whispered, a gentle smile stretching across his face. Our eyes flickered open and we looked at each other, smiling. We did it. Fuck. We did it.
“Fucking finally” someone groaned, and suddenly, the music wasn’t the only noise anymore. The hall slowly filled with voices, and I couldn’t tell if they were all talking about us, but knowing that even some of them were was enough. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, laughing softly.
“Well. Oops.” He said, smiling warmly. I blushed and buried my face into his chest. I felt the low rumble of his chest as he laughed, wrapping his arms back around my waist, his hand rubbing my back soothingly.
“That was stupid, Gerard.” I heard someone sigh. I didn’t bother raising my head.
“Oh, come on. Nobody cares.”
“Maybe not, but you still have to be careful. You can’t just go gallivanting around, dressing in drag and kissing students.”
“Okay, sorry. I won’t do it ever again.” He said, and I smiled at the pure sass he was serving.
“You’re an asshole, Way.” Whoever it was laughed. He was silent after that, so I assumed they’d walked away. I lifted my head to confirm it, and smiled when I saw him looking down at me affectionately.
“That was crazy. That was-“
“Perfect? Yeah. I know. I think…we’re okay as long as nobody thinks we’ve been dating this whole time.”
“Which we have.”
“Yes.” He giggled. I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
“I’m so in love with you, Gerard Way.” I said earnestly.
“Frank. My Frank. How did I ever get you?” he asked softly. I shrugged.
“I guess you’ve just got a way with the guys.” I teased. He kissed me gently.
“I guess I do.” He agreed, biting his lip.
We were silent after that, letting ourselves move slowly to the music. He brushed my hair out of my face and smiled fondly.
“You don’t look like you, Frankie. You look all-“
“Nice?”
“Yeah. I like it. I like you wearing a suit. It…”
“What, baby?” I purred, knowing where he was going with this. His hands tightened on me.
“It makes you look like you could be my Daddy.” He murmured, blushing.
“I am your Daddy, remember, Gee? And when we go back to your place, I’m gonna prove it.” I smirked. He sucked in a breath.
“You’re such a tease.” He murmured, leaning down to press another kiss to my lips, which I accepted hungrily. Now that I had the option of kissing him in front of everyone, I never wanted it to stop. He pulled away gently, but I wasn’t happy with that; I curled my hand around his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. He chuckled and kissed me back, deeper, his lips sliding over mine, his hands tightening on my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel the outline of his cock, showing slightly through his skirt. I raised my eyebrows.
“Maybe wearing a skirt that tight was a mistake, Gee.” I teased. He rolled his cock against me and whimpered.
“Was it, baby?” he breathed huskily, smirking. I laughed giddily, burying my face in his chest again as I grinned.
“What?” he laughed. I shook my head, looking back up at him.
“I’m so happy, Gee. So, so happy.”
“Me too. You’re my whole world.” He sighed, stroking my hair.
“This is perfect. I don’t even care if we get in trouble.”
“Me neither. Oh, God, Frank.” He moaned, leaning in for yet another kiss. I didn’t ever want to stop kissing him, it was like I needed him to breathe. His hands slid to my ass, squeezing me and pulling me closer simultaneously. I gasped and curled my hand up in his hair, gripping the thick, black hair as I held him to me, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
“Gerard. Can I have a word?” came a strict voice from next to us.

We broke apart, blushing furiously as Mr. Tucker stared down at Gerard. Gerard glanced at me nervously, then at him.
“O-of course.” He stammered. Neither of them even looked at me as they walked away. I stared after them, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, until I couldn’t see them anymore.
To distract myself from the fear that was curling in my stomach, I found Chris and Joe. For once, they weren’t actually together, but were with girls. Actual girls. I nodded, impressed, and approached Chris – knowing he’d be able to shine more light on the situation than Joe could.
He grinned when he saw me coming, gesturing wildly to the girl on his arm. Honestly, I couldn’t recognize her, but she was pretty enough.
“Dude!” I said, giving him a high-five. He smiled and winked at her, and she blushed. I was, admittedly, quite taken aback that someone was actually interested in Chris. Not that there was anything overtly wrong with him, of course, it had just never happened before.
“So. You and Mr. Way, huh?” he said, raising his eyebrow. The girl giggled.
“That was crazy. Did you guys plan that?” she asked shyly. She was being very respectful about it, and I took an instant liking to her.
“Ah, no. We didn’t. I mean, I didn’t know it was going to happen.” I shrugged, smiling.
“It was so cool. Everybody’s talking about it.”
“Ah, really?” I chuckled, embarrassed.
“Yeah. I, ah. It was pretty hot. I thought you guys were gonna start…um…”
“Fucking. Right there.” Chris finished for her, giving her a fond smile. I snorted.
“What? No way. It wasn’t that dirty.” I argued. He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes it was. It was like free porn, dude. Which sounds good, but it…wasn’t.” he said, shivering. I laughed lightly.
“It was so good, Chris. God.” I said, running a hand through my hair, grinning like an idiot. Despite the fact that Gerard could be getting in trouble right now, I felt so buzzed and proud at what we had done. Not to mention that it was hot as fuck.
“Where is he?” Chris asked. I sighed.
“Mr. Tucker wanted to talk to him.” I muttered.
“Dude, that’s-“
“Bad. Yeah, I know. I hope I didn’t get him in trouble.” I sighed.
“Well, it wasn’t really your fault.” The girl piped up. I raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it was kinda clear that he kissed you. He started it, you know? So, I guess you didn’t get him in trouble.” She said in a way that I supposed was supposed to be comforting.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I shrugged. She giggled.
“It was so hot though, Frank.” She reiterated. I laughed.
“Thanks, uh-“
“Beth.” She smiled. I grinned back at her.
“Well, thanks. I mean…I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” I giggled. I felt firm, warm hands on my hips, and smiled.
“Are you talking about me, Frank?” Gerard murmured, his lips brushing my ear. I smiled, leaning back into his touch.
“Maybe.” I teased. Beth was staring at us with wide eyes. Chris just looked vaguely nauseated. He kissed my neck, his thumbs sliding into the waistband of my pants.
“Gerard.” I hissed. He chuckled.
“Sorry. You’re just so…fuck. So sexy, Frankie.” He purred, rolling his cock up into my ass. Beth looked like she was going to actually pass out, her eyes impossibly wide with shock.
“Not here, okay? You’ll get in trouble again.” I said firmly. He laughed.
“I don’t think I care.”
“What happened?” I asked, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“It doesn’t matter. We can discuss it later.” He said. I nodded, turning so I was facing him.
“Okay. Are you having fun?” I asked, smiling softly. He grinned, kissing me.
“Yeah. The best.” He chuckled, running his hands up my sides.
“We’re gonna have even more fun later.” I told him causally. He widened his eyes, his grin spreading across his face.
“What? Gonna fuck me, Frank?” he purred.
“Jesus Christ, stop!” Chris begged. I turned around and laughed.
“No, don’t stop!” Beth said with the same desperation. Gerard giggled.
“I have no intention of stopping.”
“You guys aren’t actually going to fuck though, are you?” she asked, her eyes wide. Chris chuckled, shaking his head.
“Y’know, Beth. They probably will.”
“I’m game. Mr Way?” I asked, batting my eyelashes. He shrugged.
“Yep. I’m up for it.” He replied, as if we hadn’t done it a million times already.
The poor girl looked like she was going to faint.

The rest of the prom passed more or less without incident. Gerard couldn’t spend the whole time with me, because he had an actual job to be doing, so we were confined to making bedroom eyes at each other from across the hall. It was upsetting in a way, like I’d just got him only to have him taken away again.
I had a good time nonetheless, and was almost sorry by the time the night ended.
Almost, however, is the prominent word.
I wasn’t particularly sorry when, following a very tense car ride home, I was being slammed against Gerard Way’s bedroom door. Nor was I sorry at all when he started undoing my belt as he pushed me into the room.
“Fuck, Frank.” He growled, his hands moving to the zipper on his dress.
“No! Keep it on. Keep it on.” I begged, pushing my pants and boxers off. He whimpered and nodded, instead just reaching up and pulling his panties off, kicking his heels away from him.
“Tonight was so fucking perfect.” He panted, pulling me into his arms, kissing anywhere he could reach as he walked me backwards towards the bed, barely noticing as we toppled over, ending up with him leaning over me.
“Gerard. Sit on my cock right the fuck now or I swear I’ll-“
“Not gonna prep me first, Daddy?” he teased, reaching under the bed for his lube. I groaned as I pulled my shirt off, leaning up to kiss him again.
“Fine.” I grumbled. He tossed me the bottle, and I squeezed some onto my fingers, moving straight away to massage his asshole.
“Fuck.” He moaned, gripping the bedsheets as I slowly worked my first finger in. He bit his lip, arching his back.
“Are you – oh, fuck – are you okay? To do this, I mean?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I think I’m good.” I laughed. He wrapped his hand experimentally around my cock, giving it two smooth strokes.
“Sure?”
“Keep doing that.” I panted, fucking him on my finger. He grinned and jerked me off slowly, his eyes wide and on me. He licked his lips hungrily, rolling his hips back into my finger – a silent plea that I recognized only too well. I grinned and slid another finger in. He closed his eyes and moaned, his hand tightening on my cock.
“Can’t wait for you to fuck me. Want you.” He moaned loudly. I wasn’t sure if Mikey was home, but if he was, he could almost definitely hear us.
Gerard squeezed some of the lube onto my cock, and I hissed at the cold sensation.
“I’m gonna, fuck it, I’m gonna ride you now.” He mumbled. I chewed my lip, burying both my fingers into his ass.
“Honey? Are you sure?”
“Frank, fuck me. Just fuck me.” He whispered. I pulled my fingers out slowly, never taking my eyes off him, and moved up the bed a little. I stroked my cock, spreading the lube around more. He kneeled over me, pulling my face in for a kiss.
“Mine. All fucking mine.” He breathed, kissing me deeper. I nodded, holding onto his hips. He grinned against my mouth as he held onto my shoulder, slowly lowering himself down onto me. His lip trembled.
“A-ah. Ah.” He breathed as I stretched him out. His mouth formed a smooth, lazy smile.
“Gettin’ too big for me, Frankie.” He teased. I rolled my eyes and helped him as he slid down onto me. As I bottomed out, I pulled his head into a kiss.
“Been wanting to fuck you all night. Such a pretty girl, Gee. Daddy’s gorgeous girl.” I purred, clenching the hem of his dress in my fist. He made a light, fluttery noise and rocked down impatiently. I dug my nails into his thick thighs as I rolled up into him, watching with delight as he moaned, his eyebrows knitting together.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.” He panted. I moaned as he tangled his hands in my hair, bouncing deliciously on my cock.
“I’ve missed this so much. I’ve missed fucking you.” I breathed. He let out a soft gasp and nodded in agreement.
“S’okay. Fuck me now. Make up for it.” Gerard moaned, leaning in and wrapping his arms around my neck.
I kissed him hard, tasting sweat on his lips, and smiled as broken sobs erupted from his lips.
“Close, baby?” I murmured. He nodded, tangling his hand in my hair.
I curled my hand around his cock, stroking him firmly. He moaned, arching his hips up, then rolling them back down to meet my cock.
“C’mon, Gee. Cum for me, baby.” I whispered, kissing his neck.
Almost as if on command, he let out a cry, and I felt his cock twitch in my hand as he came, the hot white liquid shooting onto my hand and chest. He let out a soft whimper of defeat, and I grinned at him.
“Lie on your back.” I murmured.
He braced himself on either side of me as he lifted himself up, wincing slightly, and lay down, staring up at me.
“Daddy?” He breathed. I smirked, straddling him as I jerked myself off quickly, my eyes intense on his.
He looked so beautiful, lying there all submissive and open, so desperate even after he’d already cum.
I felt my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, tightening like someone was pulling a wrench. I let out a relieved cry as it came loose, shooting cum over Gerard’s chest, his stomach, his face. He mewled happily, smiling as I painted him, and apparently not bothered about the dress I was ruining.
“Fuck, Gee.” I breathed, collapsing next to him. He pulled me into his arms, and I let him, despite how sticky and gross he was.
He kissed my forehead.
“I love you, Frankie.”
“And I love you.” I smiled. He chewed his lip, frowning slightly.
“What is it?” I asked warily. He sighed.
“I…ah, I got fired.” He admitted softly. I sat up straight, eyes bugging out.
“You…what? Because of me?” I asked, my heart racing. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening.
He smiled.
“Well. Not really. Mr. Tucker wanted to talk to me about what we did, yes. He was angry that I’d done it, and told me that I should be more careful. I guess it would have been fine, but I started arguing with him. I said that you’re 18, and you’re not my student, so I can do what I want, and he said that no, I couldn’t. So I called him an oppressive shit monkey, and that’s when I got fired.”
“Gerard. Baby. I’m so sorry.” I whispered, stroking his cheek. He shrugged.
“I don’t know if I’m upset. It was getting sort of…old. I’ve been a teacher for almost 10 years. I think it’s time to move on.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not good to do the same thing for too long, Frank. Especially not for someone like me. I need change. The only constant in my life is change.”
“Like a change in partner?” I asked softly. He smiled and kissed me gently.
“No. Never that. You’re exceptional, remember?” he breathed.
“I hope you always feel like that.”
“I will. Always.” He whispered, stroking my cheek. Although I felt guilt choking me like a vice, and a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, I was overwhelmed with the notion that yeah, maybe we’d be okay. Maybe he was going to be okay.
That’s what I needed, after all. It’s what I’ve always needed; for that motherfucker to be okay.

Notes

Sorry to be gone for so long again, lovelies. It's becoming increasingly difficult to find the time to write, but I'm doing the best I can!
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