You'll Be My Detonator

After Frank left the classroom, a wave of regret washed over me. What had I done? I gave a CHILD a fucking blowout. A BLOWJOB!!
I soon grew stressed out being in the room that I'd "violated" a student. I grabbed my stuff and walked out to the parking lot. I walked across the parking lot onto to find Frank leaning against my car smoking a cigarette.
"Frank?" I stepped closer.
"Mr. Way?" He was startled, clearly. He hid his fag behind his back quickly.
"Hey, what are you still doing here?" I question we. "And you don't have to hide the cigarette. I won't say anything."
"I-I am... Can I get a ride home?" He stuttered.
"Yeah, but you coulda asked earlier."
He blushed, looking down at the ground.
I walked around the car to the driver's seat. I unlocked the door and climb in. I motion Frank to enter.
"So, Frank, where do you live? "I asked as he got in. He put his bag onto the floor.
He smiled up at me, nervous.
"Mr. Way, do you like me?" He asked.
"More than I legally can," I chuckled awkwardly.
"Can I make you feel good? Like you did to me?" He was so innocent.
"Frank... That's so... Not okay..."
"Please."
"But-"
I was cut off by Frank's lips meeting mine. I found myself kissing back. I ran my hand up his back and threaded my fingers into his hair.
"Mr. Way, please!" He whined.
I found myself nodding at his words. He pressed himself against me.
"What do I... Do?" He asked nervously.
"Just do what'd feel good for you," I whispered."But not here-"
"Then where?"
"My place."

Notes

Hey guys! Wonder what's next... I'm looking forward to what Way.Into.Frank does!.. But anyway, comment if you'd like! Thanks for readin! STAY SAFE!!
~MCR Babe 124~