Surrender The Night (Frerard)

Tuesday came with a throbbing headache and a sense of mortification on Gerard's part, although he wasn't sure why. He had a vague recollection of embarrassing himself while he was totally wasted last night but the memories slipped through his fingers like sand, like a dream that he couldn't quite bring to the front of his mind.

He hoped he hadn't done something truly embarrassing; he could remember Mikey leaving and then... nothing else. He guessed he should call Mikey, but he knew what he'd hear if he did. Mikey would bitch and moan at him for drinking "irresponsibly" on a work night whilst Gerard apologised and grovelled until they mutually agreed the conversation had gone on long enough and one of them decided to hang up first.

No, Gerard didn't fancy going through that ordeal over one little slip up - one little slip up that Gerard didn't even remember!

Although he remembered Mikey saying he didn't like the plan...

To tell the truth, Gerard didn't like the plan either - the plan to seduce Frank, that is, and then get Frank to forget about him without a fuss. Gerard didn't want a relationship. He wanted sex, he wanted a short term partner he could kiss and fuck and watch movies with and text when he got bored or lonely. He didn't want a commitment with someone; didn't want to have responsibilities; didn't want a boyfriend.

So then why had he agreed to be Frank's boyfriend? Why had he told the boy they were dating? Why did he imagine himself doing all the relationship shit with Frank? He didn't want a relationship! He just wanted Frank!

He hadn't even known he'd wanted Frank till the boy showed up on his doorstep, bloody and disheveled and desperately in need of comfort and care. He didn't know what made him want to take care of Frank... but he did. He wanted him to be needy and dependant on Gerard; he wanted Frank to care about him and to want only him, which was ridiculous because that wasn't in the plan.

This plan that nobody seemed to fucking like.

The plan all along had been to seduce Frank - make him fall in lust with his teacher - fuck him, kiss him, compliment him, continue seeing him until Gerard grew bored of him and then ditch him. It sounded harsh and Gerard cringed every time he thought of it - thought of the way Frank's face would crumple, his eyes would fill with tears - and he felt awful even considering hurting Frankie. But he would have softened the blow.

There was another guy - Danny, Daniel? Gerard couldn't remember what his name was but it was hardly important - that Mikey had met at a party once. Someone he knew from college had a brother who was despairingly single, youngish, fairly attractive and had similar interests to Frank. He seemed like the perfect match: Gerard would tell Frank he thought they should split after a few weeks and Mr. Perfect Match would swoop in, capture Frank's heart and save the day. Frank and whoever the guy actually was would have a nice boyfriend, Gerard would have gotten laid and would have quenched his newfound obsession with Frank Iero and Mikey really had no reason to feel bad. It wasn't like Gerard was raping the boy, nor was he sleeping with him without any feelings for him.

Gerard did care for Frank - you couldn't know someone as sweet and pretty as Frank for three years and not care about him - but that was the problem. Gerard cared for Frank too much. Every time he so much as thought about giving Frank away, his heart would clench and his throat would dry up and he felt like vomiting. He knew he couldn't keep Frank; Mikey had already promised to introduce Mr. Perfect Match to the "cute kid" Gerard was currently courting and it would be unfair to pull out now... Mikey had promised.

Gerard was just clutching at straws now, trying to persuade himself that "no, he really couldn't keep Frank".

Oh, but he wanted to. He really, really wanted to.

***

Mikey texted him at lunchtime on Tuesday; he was on the field with Ray, who had thankfully been there to give him a lift into school today, and was slowly eating an apple when his phone pinged. Ray raised an eyebrow; he was obviously surprised - Frank tried not to be offended - because the only people who ever texted Frank were Ray and Frank's mother. He didn't know about Gerard, and Frank wanted to keep it that way.

"What's Momma Iero got to say?" Ray asked curiously, going back to watching a group of tenth grade girls play netball on the court but taking his headphone out to show Frank he was listening.

Frank's heart leapt, thinking it might be Gerard on his lunch break texting him, but sank a little when he saw an unfamiliar number. Trying not to let the disappointment show on his face, he muttered, "She's decided she hates you after all and she never wants you to set foot in her house again."

Ray snorted. "No offence Frankie, but Linda's more likely to say that to you than she is to me."
Frank scowled at him because he knew, regtrettably, it was true.

"Anyway, that sounds like something your asshole stepdad would say more than your Mom. Sure he hasn't stolen her phone?"

Frank flushed and scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. He still hadn't told Ray that Daniel had moved out - he'd never told him about the attacks or the pain the awful man had inflicted on his mother or himself - and it would be hard to explain why he hadn't told him about it when it had first happened.

"Oh, Daniel kind of... doesn't live with us anymore."

Ray's head snapped up to meet Frank's gaze, eyes wide and excited.

"You're kidding."

"No. He moved out."

"When?!" Ray questioned, sounding far too excited that Frank's stepfather no longer lived with him.

"Not too long ago." Frank answered, choosing to be as vague as possible.

"Huh," Ray mumbled, getting distracted by the girls on the netball court again. "Lucky you, Frankie."

Frank rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of attention span and took the opportunity to check who the message was from.

Hey, you want to meet up tomorrow? I could buy the good beer instead of that shit you were buying last time??
~ Mikey

Frank grinned. He'd forgotten about the sort-of-friend he'd made, what with the excitement of having a boyfriend and having his asshole stepfather move out, and it would be nice to get to know him a little better without a lot of stress on his mind.

Sure, sounds good man. 8 o' clock in the park?

Frank texted back, hoping he didn't look eager or desperate. He'd gone all his life with only one friend and he didn't really know how to act when someone else was trying to been friendly and meet up with him. Ray was good, because he was predictable and Frank didn't feel the need to impress him. Other people though? They were scary.

"So where's your boyfriend today Frankie?" Ray smirked.

"Oh, he's probably in his classroom." Frank muttered dismissively before freezing, realising Ray had meant Brendon as opped to Gerard - Mr Way. "I think he said something about having a detention." The younger boy quickly backtracked, sighing in relief when ray shrugged, accepting the lie.

Yes, he felt bad about lying to his best friend, but he was sure he'd feel worse if Gerard got arrested.

***

The day dragged on torturously slowly since Frank didn't have a lesson with Gerard, but finally it was the end of the day and Frank was able to sneak off to Gerard's classroom to meet up with him. It had been decided that they couldn't do anything sexual whilst in school - it was too risky, Gerard said - but they could still enjoy each other's company.

Frank didn't like that rule, and while it was completely out of character for him, he was determined to break it. After all it was the end of the day, everyone would be leaving or already gone and even if someone was there they could lock the door! There were no windows, no way of seeing anything that could happen inside... and Frank really wanted something to happen inside.

Frank knocked at his teacher's door but when he received no reply he pushed the door open slightly, peeking inside. The room was empty but Gerard's bag was still propped up against his desk, showing he was still on school premises. He had probably just left the room to print off some worksheets, and Frank was going to have a surprise ready for him when he got back...

The boy walked towards his teacher's desk slowly, debating whether or not he should actually try and get his teacher to fuck him in school. Sure, it wasn't the most ceremonious way to do it but if they'd already done it, surely it didn't matter, right? There was only one first time, and that was supposed to be the special one. All the rest were just... fucks. Right?

Frank shrugged and proceeded to push some of the papers and files that were cluttering the surface and crawled on top of the desk, crossing his legs and tugging his hoodie over his head although to show more skin he'd have to take off his long sleeved t-shirt too. He was still slightly cautious about whether someone else - other than Gerard - would walk in and spot him. He'd easily be able to chalk his position up to being a rebellious student wanting to disrespect his teacher, but it would be harder to explain it if he was half naked on top of his teacher's desk.

Grinning at the thought, Frank swallowed hard and shifted himself so he was more comfortable; there was a stapler sticking into his ass and he'd knocked over a pile of seventh grade essays when he'd mounted the desk. He knew Gerard wouldn't bee best pleased to come back to his room and see the desk and floor in disarray - and if Gerard wasn't pleased there would be little chance of breaking his strictest rule.

Frank leaned over and tried to scrape up the few sheets of paper that had fluttered to the floor, but they kept escaping his grasp and he coukdnt get them off the floor. This was what he was doing when he heard a loud cough - the sort of clearing the throat, 'excuse-me-I'm-here' cough - and it made Frank jerk upwards so suddenly that he knocked himself off balance and ended up falling to the floor.

He glared up at Gerard, who was watching him with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression. Frank would probably be laughing too if his boyfriend hadn't ruined his chances off looking seductive when the man first walked in and saw him: Frank was sure lying sprawled out on the floor with an expression of pain on his face wasn't a sexy image... and if Gerard found it sexy then that was slightly weird.

"May I ask you what you think you're doing?" The man asked, wandering over towards Frank at a leisurely pace. He certainly wasn't in any hurry to help Frank up from the floor, that was for sure.

"I was just going to say 'hi'," Frank stated, glowering at Gerard as he loomed above him.

"And you couldn't have said it standing up? - Or sitting down on a chair as oppose to my desk, and then the floor?"

"I saw something interesting on the floor." Frank argued, folding his arm s over his chest childishly and pouting at the older man. He was sure sticking his tongue out would just make him look like a spoilt brat so he kept it inside his mouth.

"And you decided to... check it out?" Gerard was definitely hiding a smirk now, and Frank was fuming.

"Are you going to help me up or not asshole?"

"Hmm," Gerard cocked his head to the side and pretended to think it over before sticking out his hand to pull Frank up; the younger boy had other ideas, though. He was still eager to break Gerard's first rule, and just because things didn't go exactly according to plan didn't mean they couldn't happen at all.

Frank grabbed Gerard's hand firmly and yanked on it, successfully causing Gerard to lose his balance and to topple onto the floor, just able to stop himself from slamming into Frank by sticking out his hands so they hit the ground first. Frank grinned at their position: Frank lying on the floor staring up at his teacher, who was hovering above him with his hands on either side of the younger boy's head. Neither of them made a move to get up so Frank slowly wound his arms around Gerard's neck.

"You were saying?" Frank asked innocently, tightening his grip around the man's body and forcing him to push closer to Frank if he wanted to avoid being hugged to death. That had got to be the best way to die, Frank thought, but Gerard dying now would really ruin what he had in mind so he let up a bit.

"Frank... you - you have to let me go. I'm, seriously - Frank we have to get up. We'll get caught - Frank!" Gerard argued, trying to pull away but gasping when Frank wrapped his legs around Gerard's body, causing their hips to touch. Frank wasn't surprised to find Gerard was hardening - Frank himself had grown hard pretty quickly once Gerard was on top of him, memories of his first time in the back of his mind. He didn't want to fuck, he decided, he didn't want to experience that pain again in school where they had nothing to help the process. Frank was down for handjobs though, and judging by the way Gerard was twitching his hips gently against Frank's like he thought the boy wouldn't notice, so was his boyfriend.

"Why?" The younger boy asked, his eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion as he worked a hand between their hips and pressed gently against Gerard's crotch. He smiled at the quiet moan the man made as Frank palmed him gently. "Couldn't we just... stay here a while?"

"Frank... no. It's too - fuck - too risky Frankie!" Gerard panted and pressed himself even harder into Frank's hand. Frank smirked as Gerard began to grind against him, and he quickly undid the man's button and zipper without any signs of complaint from him. Gerard tried to pull away once Frank's hand was wrapped around his erection, but could only shudder and gasp as the boy pumped him quickly, swiping his thumb over the tip on every other stroke. Frank was tempted to tease his lover by going slow, but he agreed with Gerard when he said it was risky. The quicker they finished the quicker they could get out of there and get somewhere private.
Frank just wanted to do something here so every time he had to sit in this classroom he could think back on the occasion and smile. And probably blush as well.

"Fuck, oh my God." Gerard muttered under his breath before his whole body went rigid and he came against Frank's hand with a long, drawn out moan. "God Frank."
Frank smiled shyly; now he'd succeeded in what he wanted to do, he was back to being the shy, modest schoolboy rather than the flirty, outgoing slut that had given his teacher a handjob in their classroom. Gerard seemed to like the shy person more, despite the drying sperm covering Frank's hands.

"God Frank," Gerard repeated, kissing the boy for the first time that day. "Let's go home, to my house I mean. Yeah? Let's get out of here Baby."

Frank beamed giddily and nodded, eager to get to Gee's house even though he hadn't told his mother he'd be staying out late. She's probably be asleep anyway, Frank reasoned. Yeah, she'd probably be asleep anyway...

Notes

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