Surrender The Night (Frerard)

Before Frank could blink to process what was going on, he was being shoved against the wall and held there. Mr Way was pinning Frank's hands above his head, holding them against the wall as he pressed his hips against Frank's, completely trapping him between the classroom wall and his teacher. The feeling of Gerard's lower body pressed flush against his own was divine - better than anything Frank could have imagined - and he would have moaned if his mouth hadn't been otherwise engaged.

Mr Way had started kissing him as soon as he was close enough; in fact, his mouth had been on Frank's before the younger boy even hit the wall. Frank had opened his mouth to allow for Mr Way's tongue without even thinking about it, so he was mildly surprised when he opened his eyes again to find Mr Way's face inches away from his own. He had to stop himself from snapping his mouth closed in shock, finally pushing back against Gerard when his slow-as-fuck brain finally realised what was going on. He was kissing his teacher, and it felt amazing. Really, truly amazing.

In that moment, it didn't matter that Mr Way was older than him, or that Frank wasn't legal, or that Frank was the other man's student. Nothing mattered except Mr Way, who was rubbing Frank's tongue with his own and pressing his knee in between Frank's thighs to spread his legs. It was only when Mr Way slid a hand up Frank's shirt, his fingers skirting Frank's tattooed torso and chest lightly - just enough to raise goosebumps - that Frank realised where they were, and that they couldn't do this here.

"Mr Way, stop!" Frank gasped out, whining pathetically when Mr Way dipped from attacking his mouth to suck on his neck. That would probably leave very noticeable, very obvious bruises by tomorrow, but they were both too far gone to care. When Mr Way didn't stop - although Frank hadn't really been expecting him to, he had sounded half hearted and needy when he spoke - Frank tried again, attempting to sound more certain and sure of himself this time so his teacher might actually listen to him.

"Sir, stop!" Frank demanded, even going so far as to squirm awkwardly out of Mr Way's grasp. He pulled away, his eyes flashing and his pupils blown, and grinned deviously.

"Why?" He asked in a low purr, and shit, that wasn't helping Frank's case. He had a hard enough time persuading himself that they needed to stop, and if he didn't believe himself, why should Mr Way take any notice of him? "Why would I stop..." He took a step closer to Frank, who trembled but couldn't get any further away from the man in his position pressed up against the wall. "When I could make you feel so good?"

Frank's knees buckled at that, and he was sure he would have collapsed if Mr Way had not pounced on Frank then, kissing the life out of him so that Frank could barely break the kisses to breathe, let alone talk. Mr Way moved from Frank's mouth to his jaw, biting it lightly, enough to feel great, but not enough to hurt. He flicked his tongue over the flesh between his teeth and Frank breathed out suddenly, his eyes slipping closed. He could feel his resolve wavering. Frank felt a hand snake down his stomach and close around his crotch and then it all hit him again like a train, slamming into him at full force because this was his teacher, his classroom, and they needed to stop!

"Not here." Frank breathed out, whimpering when Mr Way let go of him - all of him - and stepped away, looking suitably messed up and gorgeous as ever. His hair was sticking up at off angled and Frank then realised he had probably been running his hands through it the second they were released from Mr Way's vice like grasp above his head. His lips were swollen and pink and beautiful and his shirt was rumpled. Frank could only imagine how much worse he looked. He probably had a hickey on his neck the size of New Jersey and a very obvious boner that would be noticeable to anyone who saw him. Frank was almost upset with his teacher for stopping when he did, with Frank all excited and willing and turned on, until he realised it had been his idea to stop. "Not here - we can't here." Frank said again, sounding more confident now he wasn't being bombarded with tongue and teeth.

"You're right" Mr Way mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to his student. He looked torn, like half of him wanted to carry on till Frank caved and let him, and the other half of him wanted to listen to Frank - listen to sanity - and stop. Thankfully, or not depending on how you looked at it, he listened to sanity and took a few steps backwards whilst Frank concentrated on willing his boner away. There were a million gross, turny-offy things he could think about: dead puppies, old men in bikinis, hetero porn magazines, he was overwhelmed just thinking about all the disgusting options. Then he thought about Mr Way's low, seductive voice telling Frank how good he could make him feel and the feeling of Mr Way's hands, fingers cold to the touch even through Frank's slacks, and all his efforts were wasted. He just figured he would wear his school bag across his front to try and cover up the front of his pants.

"We should go to my house." Mr Way suggested happily, smiling at Frank, who very nearly choked on his next breath of hot, stuffy air. It was so weird and unexpected and Frank had only ever seen a teacher out of school once before - seeing Mrs Roberts buying condoms was possibly the worst memory of his life - that the thought of being in his History teacher's house made him very uncomfortable. Then he remembered how Mr Way's teeth had dug into the flesh on his neck and jawline and then yeah, then it sounded like the best idea Frank had heard all day.

Frank nodded and allowed himself to be pulled out from behind the first row of desks and to the door. He caught a glimpse of Mr Way's desk and almost objected to leaving, almost changed his mind because sex on desks was freakin' hot, but Frank didn't really want his first time to be like something in a cheap porno.

He hoped Mr Way wouldn't be freaked out by Frank being a virgin and, like, refuse to do anything with him because of it. Frank had had boyfriends, sure, but being the unloveable shit he was, he had never gone all the way before. Maybe his teacher would like being Frank's first? Maybe he would think it was hot? Maybe he would think-

"We should probably leave at different times. Or like, do you drive? You could follow me in my car?"

Frank, startled out of his daze by his teacher's comment, swallowed and tried to focus on the matter at hand. Did he drive? No.

"Um, no. I - I don't drive. And actually, I should get home or my mom will be worried." Frank tried not to let the disappointment show in his voice, but it was hard when he saw Mr Way's face fall. He hurried to continue speaking; Mr Way's smile was so beautiful he didn't want it to disappear because of him. "I could come round later if you want? If you give me your address?"

Frank watched his teacher's face for any sings of discomfort or reluctance at the latest suggestion, but his face just brightened adorably, the skin around his eyes crinkling as the corners of his mouth lifted upwards. He nodded eagerly and Frank felt his worry drain away. This was Mr Way. He was smart and beautiful and nice and Frank had known him for at least three years, maybe not as a potential lover but as a role model. Maybe even a father figure, Frank dared himself to think, but then quickly dispelled the idea because the thought of screwing his father made Frank retch.

The older man began to scribble something down on a piece of paper and then handed it to Frank. It was the handwriting he had seen on his History papers for three years now and it was the same handwriting that was on his written report; and now it was on a torn sheet of notebook paper, burning a hole in Frank's pocket as he left the classroom, looking particularly disheveled, after Mr Way.

"Seven?" Mr Way asked in a low voice so only Frank could hear, and the younger boy nodded eagerly. He would go home, show his face to his mother, possibly eat something, possibly get drunk and then make an excuse to get out. Maybe he'd say he was going out with Ray, or possibly on a date - it wasn't exactly a lie - and then get to Mr Way's house for ... What? Sex? A make out session? Frank didn't know what to expect, but he knew he was ready for it, whatever 'it' was.

"Seven." Frank confirmed, smiling shyly. Now that they were no longer in the safe, warn cocoon of the classroom, instead standing by Mr Way's silver Subaru - why did everyone Frank knew have a Subaru? - he felt nervous, like all his imperfections would be visible in the light of day. He kind of wished he never asked to leave the classroom; in doing so, he had effectively given Mr Way an opportunity to reject him.

"Mr Way?" Frank asked quietly. "What's your name?"

It was something Frank had been questioning for a while, puzzling over what it could be. It would have to be something different, unique, quirky, just like the man himself. He didn't know what prompted him to ask right then, but the thought of moaning out 'Mr Way' during sex just made Frank blush. If he could say the guy's first name then maybe he would be able to create a sort of barrier between his home life and his life as Frank's teacher. Then maybe Frank wouldn't feel so guilty.

"Gerard." He replied, smiling with half his mouth in that way that made Frank want to grab him and kiss him, and Gerard, Frank decided, was a nice name. A fitting name. A beautiful name.

Notes

I went on holiday and my tent flooded and my Pierce The Veil hoodie got soaking wet. :( <3