The Guitar Tutor

I had a soft, dreamless sleep and woke up with Gerard’s arm wrapped around me. His face looked so peaceful when he slept, he looked so much younger. I laid back down and closed my eyes, trying to savour the moment, feeling his body heat radiate from him. Half an hour later, his eyes fluttered open. He yawned.
“Good morning,” he kissed me on the forehead “did you have any more nightmares?” I shook my head.
“Let me see if I have a spare toothbrush.” He got up, stretched and went to find a toothbrush while I sat up and peeled the stuck tissues off of my nose.
“I'm going to drive you to your mum’s at twelve, okay?” he called.
I carefully washed the congealed blood out of my nostrils and put another covering over my cast. I brushed my teeth and put Gerard's t-shirt and my school trousers back on. I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa and Gerard walked in with two bowls of porridge.
“This is the softest food I have; I don’t want to hurt your nose.” He smiled and handed it to me. I slowly ate it, spoonful by spoonful.
“Did you sleep ok?” he asked. I nodded.
“I'm glad. You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.” He traced his fingers along my hands and laced his fingers through mine. He leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips, careful not to brush against my nose. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. He smiled.
“I love you.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes, drowning in hazel. It killed me not to be able to say ‘I love you’ back because of my broken nose. My eyes drifted to the grand piano he had in the far corner of his living room. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t noticed it before. He noticed that I was staring at the piano and stood up.
“You want me to play you something?” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He sat on the piano stool, paused to brush his crimson red hair out of his face and started playing. I watched him, fixated on how his fingers nimbly glided over the keys and the beautiful concentration on his brow. I immediately recognised it as Fur Elise. The sound echoed through the apartment and resonated through me. he looked so beautiful when he played; he looked like he had just been carved out of a block of marble. My heart started fluttering watching him play. I was so engrossed in watching him that I almost jolted when he finished. He looked up.
“Play me your variations of canon in D.” he said. He scooted over the stool and I sat down. I took a deep breath in, took a moment to remember my pieces and started playing. He had already heard the first one, so I started to play my second variation; this one was in a round and had its own ostinato. As I was midway through the piece, he gently placed his hand onto my thigh and started stroking me. I shivered and tensed up, my fingers faltering, but I somehow concentrated enough to finish my piece. His hand gently floated up to my crotch and he started rubbing me through my trousers. I whimpered as he gently teased my now raging erection, my fingers faltering even more on the piano. He chuckled and undid my trousers. He played with the hem of my boxers and slowly put his hand into them. He wrapped his hand around my dick and slowly started pumping. I moaned and he started to kiss and suck on the bare skin of my neck, pumping faster. I whimpered and he rubbed my tip with his thumb, making me see stars. I moaned and turned around so I was straddling the piano stool and facing him.
“turn around.” He whispered into my neck, I turned so my back was facing the piano. He knelt down and dragged my boxers to the ground. Gerard teased up the underside of my cock with his tongue and gently flicked my tip. I groaned and he took more of me in his mouth. A drop of precum leaked out my dick and he sucked it off, biting his lip. He got to my base and slowly started pumping. His mouth felt so fucking good. I moaned and he pumped faster. I intertwined my fingers into his hair and moved his head down slightly so he was pumping me deeper. I moaned and rolled my head back, gripping his hair as hard as I could to stop myself from coming at that very moment. He smirked and then withdrew, teasing my tip with his teeth and licking up the underside of my cock as slowly as he possibly could.
“P-please.” I whimpered. My nose throbbed but I didn’t care.
“You want me to make you come baby?” I nodded, looking into his eyes. He smirked and started pumping me as hard and fast as he could. My orgasm ripped through my body and hot threads of my sticky white cum shot deep into his throat. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself screaming. He swallowed my cum and licked his lips.
“God you taste so fucking good.”

About an hour later, I got my stuff together to go home. I sat in the passenger seat of his car and rested my head against the car window. He parked just outside my house and knocked at my door.
“Frank, oh my god what happened to you?!” she exclaimed, worriedly eyeing my nose cast.
“Some boys in his year were bullying him; I had to take him to the hospital to get a cast.” He said.
“Mr Way, thank you so much for letting Frank stay the night. I really couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”
“It was really no problem at all, Mrs Iero.” He said.
“Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?” my mother asked.
“I would love to, but unfortunately I have a lot of paperwork to get to. I hope you get well soon Frank.” He smiled and got into his car.
“Thanks again Mr Way.” Mum called.
“it was really no problem at all.” He drove away.

We walked back into the house and my mum made me a cup of tea.
“I swear to god this time those boys have gone too far! I'm phoning the school.” She said bitterly. I grabbed the nearest pen and a sheet of paper.
I’ve already told my head of year everything. They’ll deal with it.
“Frank, this has been going on for three years. I just want it to stop, sweetie.” She caressed my cheek with her hand.
“Does it really hurt?” she asked. I nodded.
“it was so nice of Mr Way to drive you to A&E and let you stay the night. Is he your new guitar tutor?” she asked. I nodded again.
“Oh, and by the way, Jamia called because she couldn’t reach you on your mobile. She wants you to meet her in the park at two. Do you want to go or are you too tired?”
no, that’s ok I wrote, i’ll meet her there.

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