Oh, What A Spirit Week This Was

Oh it's gonna be so bad fuck my life.

I arrived at school just in time to hear the first bell ring and quickly rush to my first class, English. At least it's not Art. I couldn't deal with Art right now. Or ever. Never. Nope.

I head inside the classroom and walk towards my seat in the back quickly, looking at my feet and the floor in front of me, to check if any legs had been stuck out in attemp to trip me up, recieving the usual stares and comment from the same goddamn people. Seriously, this was English of all classes, at least try and be creative with your language, it's getting boring!

I suffer but somehow still manage to make it through the torture without hitting my head on the desk repeatedly in attempt too knock myself out to escape the painful droning of the teacher and the snickers of the assholes around me when I fail to answer the questions correctly.

I drag myself through the day until lunch came and I ran to the cafeteria to find Mikey and Ray, before someone pushes me into some jock's locker full of sweaty gym clothes that I swear are contaminated with some form of zombie virus, if that is true though, I think I should be quite grateful because that means I have become immune to it and will therefore survive longer in a zombie apocalypse, and they will die. Frank one, asshole jocks who apparently don't know how to do laundry zero.

I finally see Ray's massive 'fro and rush over to sit beside them, glad to be around people that I don't hate with every inch of my black soul.

"Hey." I say to the two of them, exhaustion evident in my voice after such a rush.

I hear snickers coming from Mikey and realise what I had been dreading all day.

"Shut the fuck up Mikey, I didn't know until it was too late."

"Doesn't make it any less funny."

"Ugh. Oh my god I hate you." I mutter under my breath.

"What's Gerard gonna say?! Oh my god it's gonna be so funny, I have never been so glad to be in the same Art class as you Frankie."

"Don't call me Frankie." I couldn't think of anything else to reply with, not that it would be of much use anyway...

We hear the bell ring and begin walking towards Mordor - I mean Art class. No I mean Mordor.

As we walk into the classroom I keep my head firmly down as I hear the snickers begin, and then I hear him.

"At least you were closer today, Frankie." Gerard says.

"Uh, I-I-I didn't know that y-you where gonna wear this I-I just thought Mikey was alone a-and I-I," I could finish my sentence and I finally looked up to see Mr Way with a smirk that I swear could make me drool, yeah it was that sexy.

And apparently due to the fact that Mr Way was now blushing and the class was laughing louder now, I actually was drooling over Gerard's pure sexyness.

I quickly wipe the drool away and hid my also blushing face as I frantically rushed to my seat, trying and failing to block out the sound of the assholes around me making stupid comments about me.

"Oh look at me! I'm Frank and I drool over the teacher because I find him so sexy!" I heard one guy say.

"I'm Frank Iero and I have a huge gay crush on my Art teacher Mr Way because he is so hot!" Another says.

Finally, Gerard cuts in, "Okay that is enough! We've got a class to start."

Oh thank god at least that's over. Now I just have to suffer through the rest of the lesson, all I can hope is that Mr Way doesn't do anything stupidly sexy.

He stood up from behind his desk and oh my god his jeans did not leave much to the imagination at all. Jesus that's hot. Okay Frank control yourself, don't stare, and definately DO NOT get hard.

Mr Way started to swing his hips as he walked down the rows, looking at everyone's work that they had started. I quickly put my head down and tried to distract myself with my work. Apparently we had to draw something to do with a good memory, and I attempted to draw the day when Mikey, Ray and I went to the arcade and won a bunch of awesome prizes that was about half a year ago.

I had gotten the basic outline down and had started to try and add tone to it, but I've never been very good at that, but that doesn't mean I wasn't surprised when Mr Way leaned over my shoulder and offered to help.

"Do you need any help there Frank? You look like you're struggling a little." He said.

I was too distracted by his warm breath on my neck to answer the question, and blushed when I finally realised what he was saying after he had repeated his question.

"N-no, I'm fine thanks sir." I say quietly, begging him to go away because I swear I could feel my jeans getting tighter.

"Are you sure?" He asked, leaning even closer.

Oh god I can't handle this at all, it's too much.

"Yeah. I-I'm fine." I assured him.

"If you're certain... just ask if you change you're mind okay?"

"Ok." I say quickly.

He finally walks away and I release a breathe that I didn't know I was holding, Jesus Christ that was too much for me. How can a person have the ability to turn someone on just by standing really close to them? I don't know.

I spent the rest of the lesson willing my erection down and when the bell finally went I rushed out so fast I must have startled a everyone at least slightly.

Thankfully, Art had been the last lesson of the day, and I got to go home and straight to bed, not even bothering to do anything apart from remove my clothes and jump into bed before I fell asleep.

I lay in my bed when I feel a presence beside me, breathing on my neck.

"Frankie, we need to talk about the lesson."

Oh my god, Gerard was next to me.

"W-what about i-it sir?" I ask.

"I saw the way you were looking at me. I saw how you got so hard under your desk when I stood over your shoulder. I turn you on and don't you even try and deny it." He said in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

"I-I-" I start.

"Don't even try. Do you want me to fuck your Frankie? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow? You do don't you?" He say, palming me through my underwear, slipping them off.

"P-please." I beg, it was getting too much, I needed him inside me.

"Good boy." He said and smirked.

He took off his shirt and pants, and then I saw how huge he was. God I want him so bad.

He fished the lube out of my bedside drawer and poured some onto his fingers before inserting on inside me, slowly pulling it in and out at a steady pace. I hissed slightly when he added the second, but eventually started pressing down on his fingers, asking for more. I saw him grin at how hot and needy he was making me and then added the third finger. I moaned when he his my spot and writhed beneath him.

"P-p-please. I need you now. Please." I begged him.

He pulled his fingers out of me and I heard the rip of a condom packet and the click of the lid on the bottle of lube. I moved in want beneath him, impatiently waiting for him to fuck me.

"You ready Frankie?" I heard him purr sexily in my ear and I nodded frantically.

"Please! Just fuck me!" I said.

He lined up his length with my entrance and-

"BEEP BEEP BEEP-" I heard my alarm clock go and I hit the button on top so forcefully that it actually broke this time. Shit, I'm gonna have to get a new one. But it deserved it! Ruining an amazing dream just as it was gonna get even better!

I looked down and saw that I had a hard on and groaned.

I headed to the bathroom and locked the door before relieving myself as quickly as I could. Biting my lip to avoid moaning Mr Way's name as I came.

Oh god, it's day three of spirit week today.

Fuck me.

Notes

There we go! But of smut in there, well, almost. Sorry about the delay, but my account was being a bitch and I couldn't get it to do what I needed it to do. So you guys get two chapters and some almost-smut to make up for it!

So, anyway! Comment, rate, subscribe if you want more and I will see you sometime in the future!

*straightens trilby and hops into TARDIS*