Surrender The Night (Frerard)

"This isn't hurting you, is it?" Gerard asked from his position hovering over Frank, concern clouding his eyes. "You'll tell me if I hurt you, won't you Frankie?"

They were lying on the bed - well, Frank was lying on the bed, his back pressed against Gerard's soft covers, and the older man was hovering over Frank, propping himself up with his hands. Frank turned his head and was half-nervous, half-excited to find he was trapped between Gerard's strong arms which were situated either side of his face.

His lack of an immediate response only served to panic Gerard, and the man sat up on his knees, his eyebrows furrowed and his hand tracing the curve of Frank's lips lightly like he was afraid to touch. Frank opened his mouth and let his tongue dart out to lick the tips of Gerard's fingers. He smiled and shook his head in answer and Gerard smiled, relieved.

"I'm fine." Frank spoke, even though the words were unnecessary. The sentence came out as more of a croak and Frank blushed at the shakiness of his own voice. It was obvious he was frightened due to the situation, and as much as he was trying to cover it up - afraid that Gerard would change his mind if he showed resistance or worry - it was startlingly clear.

Their clothes were long forgotten, discarded somewhere on Gerard's messy floor so that Frank was sure he would never find his t-shirt again in the jungle of cotton. The only thing separating them now we're their boxers - which may as well not have been there at all for all the coverage they gave - and Gerard's unwillingness to go further, claiming he "didn't want to act on my desires unless you're totally ready, Frankie, baby." Couldn't Gerard see that Frank was ready? He wanted to go further, and Gee coming out with all this shit about Frank being 'ready' was only giving the poor boy more time to think it through and change his mind.

Frank really didn't want to disappoint Gerard by changing his mind. It would just be cruel; working the man up until he was desperate for release and then denying him at the last moment. He had to continue, whether he wanted to or not; and in all fairness, Gerard wasn't hurting him.

They had kissed for a long time, Gerard sliding his tongue in and out of Frank's mouth to distract the younger boy from the possibility of impending pain - but when it happened ... well. It didn't hurt, exactly. It just felt strange, different to anything Frank had ever felt before. Before, the thought of being filled up with Gerard made his heart flutter and his knees weak at the prospect of all the pleasure he would feel, but now it was actually happening it was a lot different to how he expected it to be.

Frank wasn't stupid; he knew that, if you're a virgin, you're probably going to get more pain than pleasure out of your first time, but it didn't stop the disappointment from burrowing into his chest and making a home there. He wanted to be good for Gerard; he wanted to show the older man that he wasn't just a stupid high school kid with no experience - even though he really was - and that he could handle the pain, but God did it feel weird.

The pain was still there, a dull sting, but it was in the back of Frank's mind. The pleasure was still there too, but it was more of a false sense of pleasure than actual enjoyment; pleasure stemming from the expectation of feeling pleasure. The thought of sleeping with Gerard still excited him, still got him feeling hot and turned on, so that even now, when he was actually doing it instead of dreaming about it, he was happy.

He felt Gerard shift slightly on top of him and then move forward, and both men groaned; Gerard because of how amazingly good Frank felt, and Frank because of the intense sensation of being so full.

Frank found his hands moving to Gerard's shoulders and splayed his feelings just to feel the man's taught muscles rippling under his skin. The older man started moving, setting up a steady pace and panting; his arms shook as he used them to keep him up and the look on Frank's face - bliss mixed with something like awe - just served to push Gerard closer to the edge.

Frank's eyes fluttered closed when he felt Gerard move. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin; Frank moaned breathily when Gerard thrusted harder, going deeper, and he felt that familiar tug in his stomach that told him he was close.

It was all over way too quickly; Frank came first like the virgin he was and Gerard followed soon after with a loud cry. Gerard pulled away from Frank and rolled off the younger boy, panting heavily, and stared at his boring white ceiling. There were some cracks in it that he never noticed before, but now really isn't the time to be contemplating whether or not to repair it - he did just sleep with his student after all.

He just slept with his student.

Well shit.
As it sunk in, Gerard forced himself to remain calm, because freaking out would do nothing to help Frank's nerves. The very least he could do to make the boy feel at ease is to hold him afterwards. He had been very lucky when he lost his virginity; he and Bert had cared for each other a lot. Sure, the feelings were only platonic and neither of them had any care to pursue their relationship, but they cared about each other far too much to just get up and leave after sleeping together.

They had huddled together in Gerard's basement bedroom at his parents' house - they had conveniently chosen a time when everyone was out someplace or another and they had the whole house to themselves - and they had lay in each other's arms. Bert had been so sweet, kissing Gerard again and again to assure him that he was okay, we're both okay. Bert always knew how to calm Gerard down from the beginnings of a panic attack, and the man managed to get panic attacks at the most annoying times...

"Gee?" Frank asked quietly, feeling more than a little afraid of what the other man's reaction would be. Would he chuck Frank out now that he'd had his way with him? Would he no longer be interested in a weird, awkward loser like Frank when he had nothing to offer him? What if he sucked? What if Gerard didn't enjoy it at all? What if -

Gerard cut him off by placing a kiss on his lips for just over a second. He chuckled against the smaller boy's lips when he saw the look of confusion and surprise - the tell-tale wide eyes and slightly parted lips that Gerard was totally going to take advantage of - and sat up, gazing down at the beautiful boy in adoration.

"Sorry. You were overthinking things again. I could tell by the look on your face." Gerard replied, smiling softly so as not to scare Frank.

Frank's mouth fell open into an 'o' shape and Gerard just wanted to lean over and stick his tongue down the other boy's throat, but he held himself back to see what Frankie would say next.

"Was that ... okay?" He asked, sounding so nervous and eager to please that Gerard's heart just melted inside his chest. Frank had big, wide puppy dog eyes that appeared to be looking into Gerard's soul, and the man had to give credit to the boy's parents for creating something so beautiful and amazing and kind and perfect.

And how he was Gerard's, and Gerard couldn't quite believe his luck because Frankie was his, and he couldn't tell anyone.

Gerard was so confused. He was so happy, but at the same time his happiness was clouded with a sense of sadness. It was so cruel twist of fate; having something so precious and being unable to flaunt it and show it off.

"That was brilliant." Gerard assured, turning over onto his side and snuggling closer to Frank to share his body warmth. The covers were messy and disgusting and they both needed a shower, but there would be time for that later. Right now, they just wanted to hold one another and sleep, like they had nothing better to do in whole world.

***

Eventually, Frank had to accept reality and go home. Gerard sighed in dismay when the boy sat up and threw the covers back, and latched onto Frank's wrist in vain in an attempt to keep him in the bed. Frank just giggled, abashed, and wriggled his way out of Gerard's grip. He began to put his clothes back on, blushing when he stepped away from the protection of the bed sheet and remembered he was totally naked.

"Can't you stay?" Gerard begged, leaning up on his elbows and watching Frank get changed. "Please?"

"I would," Frank smirked at his teacher. "But some asshole set up a date on a Thursday and I have to get home on school nights." His smile faltered for a second and Gerard realised why that might be. He had to be home on school nights because he was a kid. A child, and he was worried that Gerard would see him that way only. As a child and not as an equal.

"Can I at least get your number then?" Gerard bargained, relieved when Frank nodded and fished his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to the older man who keyed his mobile number into it before quickly calling and hanging up on himself so he would have Frankie's number too.

"Great. Now I can send you dirty pictures while you're in my class." Gerard smirked and raised an eyebrow when Frank's eyes widened as he realised that no, the man really wasn't kidding.

"I'll see myself to the door." Frank offered, leaning over the bed to give the man a parting kiss before hurrying down the stairs. If he didn't hurry up he wouldn't be home before nine and his mother would worry and demand to know where he'd been and who he'd been with. If he stayed out all night and she already thought he'd gone on a date she'd try to give him a sex talk or something equally embarrassing.

Frank shuddered at the thought.

As he closed his teacher's door behind him and glanced around worriedly to check that no one was there, he felt it again. Someone was watching him, and this time he was going to figure out who it was.

His eyes darted around wildly, trying to spot his stalker. At first he couldn't see anyone, and he was beginning to suspect he was just going crazy; he was imagining things, yeah. That had to be it.

But then his eyes fell on the bumper of a black BMW with blacked out windows that Frank was sure he had seen before that day at the park when he skipped school. He knew he was drunk then, and probably wasn't seeing things clearly, but God did it look familiar. It wasn't obvious at first whether there was actually anyone in the car - none of the lights were on and the boy couldn't see through the tinted glass - but it became apparent that there was in fact someone in there, watching Frank, when it started to move.

Frank had just started jogging towards it, desperate to catch whoever had been following him for the past couple of days, when the engine roared to life, startling him so much that he skidded to a stop and just stood there in shock for a couple of seconds. Those two seconds were two seconds too long, though, and before Frank knew it the BMW was racing away in the other direction. He tried to run after it but physical education wasn't one of Frank's strong spots, and pretty soon he was doubled over in the middle of the road gasping for breath with his hands on his knees, the car now a tiny black spot in the distance. He watched as it zoomed past a red light and turned a corner with total disregard for the law.

Frank ran - or speed-walked, because he was pretty tired out - the rest of the way home, constantly checking over his shoulder for signs of potential dangers. He didn't know why he was being watched or what he'd done to deserve a stalker, but it made him feel uneasy.

"Hey, honey. How was your date?" His mother asked when Frank slammed the door shut behind him, feeling much safer now that he was inside his own home: his own safe haven. He could practically hear the smirk in his mom's voice and he groaned, knowing it would be easier to agree with her than it would be to lie to her and try to convince her it wasn't a date.

"It was good, mom." Frank sighed, shaking his head and cursing cursing the woman for being right about everything. She knew Frank too well.

"So when do I get to meet the lucky guy?" She asked, scurrying after Frank as soon as she saw him make a move to get upstairs. Frank groaned; he should have guessed she wouldn't let him go that easily. Now for a round of twenty questions.

"Never." Frank spat immediately, biting his tongue to stop himself from blurting out something stupid like, 'parent's evening'. That would have greatly confused Linda Iero and definitely have done more damage than good.

"Aw but Frankie, I want to meet the guy who's got my son all flustered!" She taunted and Frank went red, completely forgetting his earlier scare with the car that he vaguely recognised.

"I am not flustered!" He shouted defensively, crossing his arms across his chest when his mother just proceeded to shake her head and laugh at him. He huffed and stormed upstairs, making sure to shut his door with more force than necessary, just to annoy her.

"I'm not flustered." He said to himself, quieter this time so his mother didn't think he was going crazy or sneaking his 'mystery man' in through his bedroom window. He snickered at the thought of his mom storming into his room like a raging bull, ready to kill whoever was attempting to take 'her Frankie's' innocence. Little did she know it's already been taken.

Frank smiled at the memories, and then blushed. Gerard had been so sweet, so gentle, so loving. He had known exactly when to check if Frank was okay; he had known exactly where to touch Frank to make the pain of his first time go away and let the pleasure take its place. He couldn't have asked for a better experience. He supposed he had Mikey to thank for it all - the guy had persuaded Frank to go for it after all, and he hadn't judged that Frank was crushing on his teacher - and he decided to send the guy a text tomorrow.

Just as Frank was about to get under the covers and fall asleep, equally dreading and looking forward to the next day at school, even if he didn't have Gerard's class, his phone beeped and he leaned out of bed to check who was texting him at eleven. Most of his friends would still be awake but Frank was tired and there were so many thoughts pinging around in his head that he needed to turn it all off and just sleep.

Sweet dreams. ;)
G

Gerard.

Frank fell asleep with a smile on his face and his phone clutched in his hand.

Notes

I watched a really depressing film today called Hick. I don't even know what to think about life anymore.
Enjoy! <3