''O-oh, oh, fuck..G-god. God!'' Frank moaned, as Gerard's thrusts grew quicker. ''S-so good, Gee, don't stop.'' the tattooed boy whimpered desperately. Gerard gave Frank a playful smirk, leaning down to kiss his chest. Kissing soon turned into sucking, causing Frank to moan all the more. ''Fr-Frank, look at me w-when I fuck you.'' Gerard ordered. With that, the shorter boy's vibrant hazel eyes which were shut in pure ecstacy snapped open only to be met with the jet - black haired boy's lively hazel green ones on top of him. His pupils were blown with lust, and it made Frank's dick twitch. That's when he realized he was close. ''Ah, mm, G-Gee, so close.'' He breathed. He didn't have to say more, Gerard already had his hand wrapped around the other's cock, jerking him off in a fast pace. Panting, Gerard took his other hand and tangled it in Frank's damp hair, pulling softly. ''A- ah!'' Frank cried. ''Gee, I - I'm gonna cu-!''

Frank awoke with a start from the blare of his alarm clock, drenched in sweat. ''For fuck's sake.'' He muttered, sitting up straight and hitting the snooze button of the noisy machine, placed on the night stand by the right side of his bed. Stretching, he couldn't help but blush a little as he replayed the dream he'd just woken up from in his head, a small smile escaping from his lips. The seventeen year old got up from his bed and trudged to his closet in search of something to wear for the day. Today was the first day of the last year of highschool, for him. He couldn't wait to graduate, and he was a bit amazed at how quickly time flew by. The common thought students get when in their final semester. Seems like just yesterday he was complaining about how slow the time was going. He was just happy that it was the last year that he'd have to endure being pushed around by those jackasses that wouldn't leave him alone. The last, long year. He sighed, a pang of anxiety hitting him like a bus at the thought of them, but brushed it off and rummaged around for something decent to wear.

Finding his favorite misfits t - shirt, some ripped jeans and a baggy black hoodie, he slipped them all on grudgingly, but not before putting on a pair of socks, and of course, some underwear, since his dream earned him to ruin the ones he was wearing previously. Walking to the dresser by the left side of his bed, he picked up his liprings and put them on, running his tongue along them afterwards. Since it was Frank's last year, he didn't care much for good first impressions. He was just there to get an education and to get the fuck out, he didn't intend on making friends, he already had Ray, and to him, that was enough.

Ray was loyal and trustworthy, and was always good for a smile when you needed it. He was all Frank needed. Although, he and Ray have grown a bit distant over the years, they were still close, and they could always get back to what they were doing no matter how long it's been since they'd last spoken to each other, and Frank was thankful to have such a relationship with someone. Not to mention, they made fun of each other constantly. Frank's nickname for Ray was Turd Nerd, and Ray's for Frank was Shorty, or, Short stuff. They would both laugh it off and pretend it offended them when it really didn't.

Frank smiled at the thought, picking up his worn - out backpack and flinging it onto his back, making his way down the stairs and towards the front door, but not before stopping by the kitchen to greet his mother, Linda Iero. He found her sitting down at the kitchen table, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, just like any other morning at the Iero's. Frank smiled for the third time that morning, kissing his mother on the forehead. ''G'morning, dear,'' the woman said, smiling at the gesture, ''how did you sleep last night?'' The question caused Frank to blush once again, remembering the dream he had. ''G-great, 'ma, really great.'' He had to stop himself from smiling too much, because if he didn't, his mother would know that something was up. ''And ah, how did you sleep?'' Linda sipped her hot coffee, induldging in the taste before responding. ''Well, you know, sleep is sleep, I suppose.'' Frank frowned at this. ''Nightmares again?'' Ms. Iero sighed, nodding. ''Don't worry about me, Frankie. I have an appointment with my therapist today, so I'll talk about it then and there. But you'd best be off, now, or you'll be late for your first day. Don't want that, do we?'' The raven haired boy rolled his eyes, retorting with, ''Nah, we don't. Alright, 'ma, I'm off.'' And with that, he made his way to the front door, calling out, ''I love you, have a good time at the appointment.'' Linda responded only with, ''Have a good first day at school.''

As soon as the boy walked out of his home, the cool September breeze hit him, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Shrugging the unpleasent feeling off, he took a breath of fresh air and began his journey to school. Frank wasn't crazy about the whole walking to school thing, but it wasn't like he had much choice. His mom was busy, and he'd much rather walk than get on the bus with those loud, irritating, hormonal teenagers. He knew that he was one, as well, but that was exactly why he wanted to avoid them, he knew how teenagers were. He was a teenager, and teenagers scared the living shit out of him. Besides, the school was fair walking distance, so it wasn't the end of the world, he woud get some exercise.

Kicking at some rocks and avoiding a pile of dog shit on the sidewalk, he reached into the pockets of his jeans to retreive his iPod - only to find some spare change from about a week ago. ''Goddamnit!'' he muttered under his breath. He'd forgotten his iPod on his night stand. He wondered how on Earth he could've forgotten something he usually carries with him everywhere he goes, and that's when it hit him. He hadn't had his morning coffee, yet. It didn't take him the world to figure out why. His dream. His fucking dream distracted him from doing everything he normally does. Why the fuck did he have to have that dream, and about that guy. He sighed, defeated. It didn't matter now, at least he had some change in his pockets, he'd be able to buy some shitty coffee at the cafeteria. It tasted like balls, but it was Frank's only option, and he needed coffee. He needed his energy for today, because he knew what hell awaited him when he made it to that Godless place. He reassured himself, though, that it was his last year, and he'd be fine.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, the building came to view, and he sighed, pushing down the lump of anxiety that was trying to climb into his throat. He dreaded going to school, it didn't matter how much he had left of it, he hated it. He always tried to act tough so that he wouldn't seem too vulnerable, but deep down, he was a nice guy. His act didn't fool too many people, though. His eyes darted around him in search of any potential assholes as he made his way to the front of the building, up the steps and swinging one of the two heavy doors open. Upon entering, his ears were invaded by the sound of 1,000 students chattering away with their friends, talking about the things they did over the summer. For a small school in Jersey, there were a lot of kids in it. One of the reasons he hated it so much; too crowded. It was big, but not huge. Maybe it only seemed small because of the amount of students placed here.

Wandering towards the registration office, Frank kept searching around for anyone that might be a problem for him. So far, he couldn't seem to spot a soul. Fucking hallways, why'd they have to be so goddamn crowded? Swinging open yet another door, he entered the large room and walked towards the receptionist's desk. The person standing there was an older woman with white - blonde, unkempt hair. Not that he could judge, his hair was greasy as hell, he hadn't taken a shower in a week. She had wrinkles in her face and had some weight on her. Her eyes were glued to the computer moniter on the desk, clicking away at what Frank could only guess were boring school files and what-nots. The raven - haired boy cleared his throat to attract her attention. Not taking her eyes off of the computer moniter, the woman spoke up, ''How may I help you, sir?'' Her voice sounded too friendly. Frank knew it was just an act, she seemed miserable being here and her voice just didn't match the expression of fatigue on her face. He couldn't blame her, though. Having a job like this must be absolutely, mindnumbingly boring. He'd probably be reaching for a bottle every day if he ever had a job like this. Fuck that. ''...Sir...? Young man...?'' said the woman. Damn, he must've zoned out. ''Ah - er, hello, I'm here to get my schedule and my locker number, please?'' The lady took her hand off of the mouse of the computer and rolled her desk chair toward a stack of papers. ''Let's see, name?'' ''Frank Iero.'' After a while of searching, she found the sheets Frank needed. ''Ah, here we go. Have a nice day, Mr. Iero.'' Frank nodded and got out of there quickly.

Taking his schoolbag off of his back and setting it down onto the freshly waxed highschool floor, he opened it, placing the sheets inside, and zipped it back up again, making a beeline for the cafeteria. Making his coffee and giving his money to the large perpotioned female cashier, he hurried out of there, calling out to her that she can keep the change. He just wanted to do what he had to do and avoid any trouble. Slinging the backpack off his back again, he repeated what he had done previously, onlyy this time removing the sheets from the bag, repeating previous. Following the instructions to his locker, he was pleased to see that all his classrooms were near his locker. Last year was hell, they placed his locker at the other end of the school, so he always had to make a mad dash everytime the bell rang. He was almost always late, even later than he had to be, thanks to the pissheads who wouldn't leave him alone.

Sipping his disgusting coffee, he thought about the time that they were pushing him around fives minutes after the bell had rang, and he still had 5 minutes to get to class. That would be great if his class wasn't at the other end of the school. They finally left him alone, but not before giving him a black eye. He didn't have the time to go to the nurse, and being the ''tough guy'' he was, he said to himself that he didn't need it. He needed to hurry to his class, so he ran, not stopping once. The boy turned a corner, which a very busy math teacher with a large coffee in one hand and a large stack of papers was around. End result, catastrophy. He had after school detention and had to recopy and print every paper that was ruined earlier that day because of him.

Cringing at the memory, Frank shook his head and arrived at his destination. Setting his bag down for a third time, he opened it and reached into it for a cold metal object; his combination lock. Fiddling with the flimsy thing, he managed to unlock it, reached for his locker, placed his bag into it, closed its door and set the lock. Picking up the now luke - warm coffee he had placed by his feet a moment earlier, he decided to take a little walk while he had time. Same old walls, different year. He decided to turn a corner, ironically the same corner where last year's accident had occured, and stopped dead in his tracks. There he stood. Bert McCracken, accompanied by his little ''entourage'' of assholes.

Notes

Hey there, hope you enjoyed so far. Sorry it's so long! Smut in the first chapter ;) But I never really wrote smut before so sorry if it sucks! Will update soon.

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