A Chemically Weird Romance

-Gerard's POV-
I look at Frank awkwardly, while he just looks at me and smirks. That sly son of a bitch. What has he done now? I walk to my locker, put the combination, and open it to a shitload of crumpled papers that read `Fuck me Daddy‘ `Oh, baby, I am horny as fuck‘ `Yes, master‘ and my personal favorite `I'm your bitch‘. What the actual fuck, Frank! I storm off, determined to find Frank, and when I do, dear lord he better beg for mercy. Get down on his fucking knees. He better cry me a fucking river.
"Frank Iero!" I shout from across the hall to see him turn around fearfully. Wait- fearful? What the fuck?
"Y-yes?" He asks me.
"What the fuck was that shit! A lot of people saw! They don't need to know about our sex life! We are 17 for christ's sake!" I shout almost too loudly.
"I-I'm sorry, Darling, I'll make it up to you." Then I remember.
"No. Come with me." I say as I drag him to the janitors closet.
"The closet isn't as bad as I remember." He says laughing.
"Shut up, Frank." I say as I push him against the wall.
"I'm going to fuck you. Hard." I state as I push him as hard as I can and kiss him deeply, roughly, yet passionately. I unbuckle his pants, "Ever had hot sex in a janitor's closet?" I ask.
"N-no."
"Me either, keep quite, baby." I lick his lips for entrance, which he allows, and I swirl my tongue around his, causing our saliva to mix.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you feel happy you came to school." I say as I grab his hair and tug on it, earning a moan.
"You like that shit?" I whisper into his ear.
"Fuck, yes." He says groaning.
"You know what I love, Frank?"
"Hm?" He mumbles.
"I love it when you get turned on. When I see your cock twitch. When I see that I am controlling you."
"Ne dites pas que vous n'aimez pas cette merde. Vous sale petite pute." I mumble into his ear.
"Vous savez ce que j'aime. Vous n'avez pas besoin de me le rappeler."
I smash myself into him, causing him to yelp.
"Quiet, now, Frank. We wouldn't like the principle coming in." I say thrusting into him slowly. Causing him to yelp once again. I raise my hand and slap his beautiful little ass. He groans in response which cues me to hit him again and again until his ass turns hot and red.
"Vous regardez si chaud, bébé." I sigh into his ear.
"Fuck, I'm going to—"
"Hold it, Iero!" I whisper into his ear as I repeatedly smash myself into him, spanking him, and tugging on his hair.
"You're so beautiful." He moans.
"Vous regardez si chaud, bébé." I repeat to him.
"Fuck, can I come?"
"No." I say sternly.
"Why not?"
"I am waiting for the correct way to address me."
"Can I come now, master?" He asks which causes me to quickly insert myself into him.
"What do you want, baby?" I ask him.
"I want to come."
"You don't want me to touch you? Like this." I say as I slip in a finger causing him to do a quick gasp.
"Please, master, touch me like that." He says. I insert two more fingers and thrust into him quickly till he clamps us as usual and tightens his grip onto me. I slip my fingers out and wait for him to stare at me.
"You aren't going to let me come?" He asks, giving me a pouty face.
"I wasn't talking to you." I say, and he puts his head down.
"Frank." I say sternly.
"Yes, master?"
"Make me come." I say and he grips onto my cock licking the tip and kissing it till he enters it fully onto his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my cock and sucks on it. In that moment everything enhances; my vision, every bit of dust touching me, every food from the cafeteria comes flooding in my nose, and every—
"Master, please—" Frank pleads.
"After I come." I say, already close to reaching my climax. I thrust myself into him causing him to gag a bit but giving me more of a reason to continue thrusting into him. Finally, I reach my high and bring my attention towards Frank.
"You said you wanted to come, baby?" I ask and he looks at me like a puppy eager to go on it's first car ride, walk, or on it's first little adventure. This was Frank's adventure.
"Yes, please…" he pauses for a while, smirking till he says it. "Please, daddy." My cock twitches. I grab Frank and thrust myself into him and massage him until he reaches his high. I check the time and see that my period has already started; ten minutes ago.
"Fucking shit!" I shout as I put in my clothes and clean off the cum.
"I think that our sex get's better and better each time." Frank says. In my opinion, when we made love was the best. Nothing can top that. Not today, not yesterday, not tomorrow, nothing can top that. Not even the next time. That day was a moment we shared each other for the first time and it was so god damned special.
"Je t'aime, mon beau bébé." I say as I get ready to walk out.
"I love you, too, Darling." He says as he slips on his shirt and is ready to walk out with me, hand-in-hand.
I arrive at my class and see the teacher look at me and pull me out the class, along with Frank.
"I heard you two." My blood went cold. Impossible, we were not even in hearing distance towards any classroom.
"I went to the restroom and I heard you two. How disrespectful to do such a thing in school!" My teacher shouts. Well, you want to play this way? Alright.
"I beg your pardon?" I say, raising my eyebrows.
"You heard me, Way. You and Iero were—"
"Just like you and Mr. Wilson were fucking right in that spot." I say pointing to her desk. "Oh, and may I add that you are married with four children. Wait, don't you have one on the way? Oh no, Honey, don't tell me that baby is Mr. Wilson's instead of your very own husband's." I say, shaking my head in disapproval.
"Office. Now!" She screams loudly.
"Now, tell me why you and Mr. Iero were having intercourse in the janitors closet."
"Well, Mrs. Ragine, I was influenced by my beloved teachers."
"Who may they be and how so?"
"Mrs. Torré and Mr. Wilson." I say shaking my head in disapproval.
"I don't believe this."
"One kid got it on tape to show it to their mother."
"Bring in the kid!" She shouts.
"You, Iero, stay!" She says, obviously angry at the fact that two of her co-workers were fucking just like two of her students.
Where is Bob?
You idiot, isn't he absent?
Oh, no, if he is absent I will kill you.
What? I don't want to die, bitch go kill someone else.
The fuck, I wanna kill you. You are the stupid little—
"Bob!" I shout happily.
"Yes?" He asks suprised.
"Bring your stuff, the principle needs you!" I say as I make my way back to the office. Well, my, my, my, won't this be an intriguing conversation.
"Oh, oh my godness!" The principle shouts as Bon shows her the proof.
She dials the classroom and speaks to Mrs. Torré
"Mrs. Torré! I need you in my office now!" She exclaims as she hangs up.
Mrs. Torré walks into the office and is immediately told the news. This bitch is fired. And, so is Mr. Wilson but obviously that will be till later. Sadly, I won't get to see that show. Mrs. Torré is completely oblivious as to who spilled the beans as she walks out crying and into her car. Bitch. At least Frank and I didn't get into trouble—
"Iero! Way! Back to our conversation!" She shouts!
"No more hot janitor closet sex." I say, sighing to Frank as he agrees.
"Hot sex somewhere else?" He asks as his eyes light up.
"Of course, baby." And so we go into the office to get out punishment.
Two days suspension, which may I add, isn't as bad as I thought the punishment was going to be.
These two days of suspension with frank will obviously be sex filled. Thank, you.

Notes

May your eyes become pure once again. I'm so sorry if I ruined your purity.