Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

Gerard could hear the monotone in his voice and taste the bitterness in his voice. It was the worst feeling ever. During roll call, he looked up, expecting to see Frank's impish grin and be didn't. It killed him inside and it was devastating that A) a student stirred these feelings inside him and B) he didn't feel bad about it. After lots of persuading from Mikey, Gerard actually got out of bed. If not for his brother literally pushing him out the door, he wouldn't have gone out of bed smother day knowing Frank wouldn't meet him half way to school, or tease him during class or flirt with him in front of Mikey, thinking Gerard didn't understand but he did. Gerard was a naive virgin, but he wasn't stupid.
"..probably is just upset he can't fuck Frank." A boy in the back of the room snickered. That sparked Gerard's interest.
"Fuck, dude, he probably still will." His best friend laughed back.
"What?" Gerard demanded, using his best "teacher voice" as Frank would like to call it, and as he overheard Frank tell Mikey, it supposedly turned him on. The thought sent shivers down Gerard's spine.
"Just talking about how you won't get to fuck Frank Iero while he's ' in the hospital.'" The second asshole, Tyler, smirked up at him.
"While you may be the reason he's in there anyway." The first one, Josh, piped up, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Fucking - that's not true!" Gerard yelled, bringing his hand down on the desk, hard. Gerard's chest was aching at the thought of causing Frank to be in the hospital.
"You didn't expect us to figure it out?" Tyler questioned.
"It was practically spelled out." Josh nodded, finishing what Tyler was trying to say.
"I-I didn't-"
"Fuck your boytoy too hard?" Tyler nodded. "Okay sure."
"We haven't- I've never even-" Breath was refusing to stay in his body and he just wanted Frank to tell him everything was going to be okay.
"Mr. Way's a virgin?" Tyler tormented, holding it above Gerard's head as if it were something to be ashamed of.
"Sorry I'm not a slut." He sneered, puffing out his chest. "Watch what you fucking say, I won't talk your shut. The principal's office."
"You can't-"
"Mr. Way-"
Both boys tired protesting at the same time. Gerard shot then down quickly.
"Now." He growled, his eyes flashing. He was done with everyone. He just needed Frankie to hurry and wake up. Or never wake up. Gerard wanted Frank to help him through this, but he also never wanted to expose Frank to things like this. Ugh.

Notes

I LITERALLY LAID IN BED FOR THREE HOURS WATCHING TWENTY ONE PILOTS INTERVIEWS FOR THIS FIC SO BE GREATFUL
Or don't be, it's cool. It was a great three hours
I didn't mean to make them assholes, I love them I swear