Maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me.

Gerard's pov
'Gerard,' Frank breathed, 'is this wrong?' I was baffled, was what wrong?
'What?' I asked, this was getting a lot like a gross, soppy love story. He closed his eyes and edged towards me, if that was possible. His lips met with mine, Jesus Christ... I was taken aback by this whole ordeal, a second ago he was scared of getting aids from touching me. Don't get me wrong, I fucking loved it. Did he feel like he had to do this? I tried to push him away, we were both shocked. Something so sudden, out of the blue. 'I'm sorry, I. I don't know what I was doing...' Frank said, trailing off. I laughed, shushing him.
'It's fine.' I lifted a hand to his cheek and pulled him closer to me. I could tell he was an amateur, I smirked against his lips, thinking about what I could do right now. I could lock the door and fuck him right now. Jesus man, stop thinking like that, it's not right. It didn't really help that Frank was quite obviously suffering from a terrible case of blue balls from keeping it all in over the last 17 years. His fingers were tangled in my hair, pulling slightly. I still couldn't shake the thought of fucking him from my mind. Was it because he was so innocent? Was it because I hadn't had sex in a year, and no matter how much I tried to push my feelings deep down I was craving someone? Of course someone as perfect as this kid had to come along. I found myself trailing my hands down his neck and now resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat racing under my shaking palms. We had an hour. I fumbled with his bloodstained shirt and tugged it off over his head. Only separating us momentarily. His soft, olive skin was clammy, his face covered with a sheen of sweat. 'G, Gerard,' Frank whined, 'I think I love you.' This was a bold claim, we were only young for one. And we've only known each other for a matter of hours. But fuck it, this felt so perfect. 'I think I love you too...' I said, lustfully. I slipped my lips down his neck, kissing it softly at first, waiting for some kind of an approval. I earned a quiet moan, which I took as a ticket to continue. My head fit perfectly into the jugular of his neck. I started to bite down, now just teasing the poor kid. Because why not? They say time flies when you're having fun...
The bell rang, I jumped off the bed and passed Frank his shirt. He whined and I giggled cruelly. 'I'll see you in 2 hours...' I laughed and ran out of the cubical.
Trying to make it to the bathrooms or something so I could sort myself out...
I had double math now. That's going to be fun to sit through whilst trying to fight a boner.

Notes

I'm not much of an expert in this field.
I do try though...