Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

Gerard gasped as Frank tumbled into class twenty two minutes late, and counting, with his belt undone, his shirt half on, eyeliner smudged all over his face and his eyes swollen. Yet he was still beautiful, no matter how wrong that seemed. He was so pretty. He was a hot mess and he just stumbled into Gerard Way's classroom. God help him.
"Frank, please see me outside." Gerard stated softly, not looking up from his desk. His class was silently sketching the one who meant most to them.
Frank bit his lip, but followed his teacher out regardless. He knew he was going to be questioned awfully but he didn't care. "What happened, honey?" Gerard asked softly as soon as they were alone in the hallway. Frank was use to the petnames by now, because after practically living at Mikey's house, he came to realize Gerard used them on everyone and brushed it off.
"Nothin'." He lied, refusing to meet Gerard's eyes. Gerard sighed, running his hand through his hair, not caring at that moment how wrong it looked, and dropped to his knees in front of the small boy. He honed Frank make-up wipes and did up the youngers belt for him, jumping when Frank yelled.
"Frankie, what-"
"Nothing!" Frank snapped, ffiring the belt until it was comfortable and let Gerard straighten out his tee shirt with no further complaints and because of this, Gerard did not question why he was wearing gloves, no matter how fucking awesome they were and even gave Frank his favorite Misfits hoodie.
Frank sighed as Gerard's eyes raked up and down Frank's body, making the boy squirm. Gerard's lips tugged up slightly despite himself and he made sure Frank looked presentable before allowing him into the classroom once again.
"We'll talk later." He murmured so the class didn't hear him and Frank didn't answer as they both resumed their original positions. Frank fidgeted in his seat before raising his hand slowly.
"Frank?" Gerard asked, using his best teacher voice as his hand paused over his sketchbook. All eyes were on Frank and Gerard could tell it was making him uncomfortable.
"What-What are we doing?" He asked shyly, his cheeks lighting up. Gerard smirked, walking over to Frank and explaining in a low voice as to not disrupt the other students.
He was dreading the conversation they were going to have later and he was feeling anxious. Regardless, he had to make sure his brother's best friend was okay. That was all this was - a mutual friend sort of thing.
Gerard was NOT developing feelings for a student. That was illegal
Wrong
Immoral
Sick
Twisted
Gross.
Right?

Notes

GUYS YAY UPDATING WOO