One Shot Series

Gerard's POV:

Just a little trip to the gay strip club won't hurt. I need a break from all this marking kids art work. Some of them don't even give two shits about that class.

I step into the club and walk around a little. I feel someone latch onto the back of me and start kissing my neck and rubbing down my sides. I groan. God his movements are sinful.

"Hey big guy, wanna have some fun in my room? I can be your little play toy." He says in my ear. That voice sounds oddly familiar. Before I know it I'm being dragged into one of the strippers private rooms. The guy sits on my lap and grinds down. I haven't even seen his face yet.

"Woah buddy. I'm not an easy fuck. Just because I'm turned on doesn't mean I'll fuck you once and leave. I'm a relationship kind of guy. You shouldn't think of yourself as a toy. I bet you that people love you. Let me see your face sweetheart." I say. He rolls off of me and hides his face in his hands. I rub his back softly. Poor thing probably was hurt his whole life. "What's wrong beautiful?" I ask softly.

"Nobody has ever told me that. They always wanted a quick and easy fuck. It's my job though. My only way to live. My dad left and my mom died. I'm on my own. I am a toy though, I'm a fuck up. I get bullied, I'm emo, I'm gay and the best yet worst thing of all? I have the biggest fucking crush on my art teacher. He's always been so nice to me. He doesn't know my problems though. I want to be with him but it'd be illegal. That and he's probably straight and already married. Nobody as beautiful and nice as him would ever go for a fuck up like me." He says to me. I pull him in my lap and rock him gently. That's when I notice something that I know I recognize. The scorpion tattoo on his neck. It can't be can it? My 17 year old student, Frank Iero. How? He's the most beautiful and the nicest kid in the school. He's way to innocent to be doing this.

"Darling, you are human. Things happen. If you and your teacher are friends then just tell him. What's your name sweetie?" I ask softly. I run my hand through his hair in attempts to calm him. He still hasn't shown his face.

"M-my names F-Frank." He stutters. I was right. I pull him in closer and hold on tight. He sobs harder into his hands. I keep him safe in my arms. I've always loved this kid, I know it is illegal but I can't help it. He is so kind and helpful. He's a kind and beautiful soul.

"Frank. It will all be okay. You know you can talk to me. I won't judge you. I'm going to ask you to look at me but please don't scream when you do. I just want to ask you a few questions. I need you to look at me though. Okay?" I ask and he nods. He pulls his face from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy, his beautiful face is smeared with makeup and tears. His eyes go wide when he sees me.

"M-Mr. W-Way. I-I'm s-sorry. P-please d-d-don't h-hurt m-me." He stutters out. I keep him held securely in my arms as I continue to rub his back.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. I would never hurt you. I'm going to ask some questions now. Okay, one. Why didn't you tell me about your problems? You know I won't ever judge you. Two. Why do you do this to yourself? You are such a great person. Three. Do you really have a crush on me? Trust me I'm far from straight and I'm single, why else would I be here? I came to get away from stress. Trust me I'm not some pervert. I just needed some loud noise to distress." I say. He's still crying a bit in my arms.

"It's all my fault. My dad left because I'm gay and my mom died because I didn't get her her meds in time. I didn't tell you about my problems because then you would see how terrible of a person I am. I did this because I need money and it's the best paying even though it's the worst job. I just want to be loved instead of fucked. Yes I have always had a crush on you Mr. Way. I fucking fell in love with you." He says and jumps out of my lap. He runs out the door and I chase after him. I catch him and pick him up. I put him over my shoulder and walk back to his room. He's thrashing in my arms. I sit back down and put him back in my lap. "What the fuck do you want with me?" He spits and I sigh. Poor soul.

"Frank, sweetheart. Please just come with me for a bit. I don't want anything sexual but I will pay you so that you can have money to spend. You aren't a terrible person. You are so amazing. I want to talk to you about the crush thing." I say. He shyly nods and I grab his hand and lead him out to my car.

I drive to my home with him sitting beside me. He just stares out the window. I pull into a fair sized house. I step out of the car and Frank quickly follows. I unlock the door and let him in. He shuffles in. He doesn't try to make his presence known like earlier in the bar.

"Would you like a water? We will talk in the living room. It's right over there." I say and he nods. I grab two waters and come back to find he's curled in a ball on the couch. "Hey, Frank. You okay sweetie?" I ask softly and put our cups down.

"Y-yeah." He stutters. He looks up to me with wide and scared eyes while I look at him with soft and calming eyes. We sit and stare for a good moment. He's the first to break the gaze and I see him blush.

"There's noting to be afraid of Frank. Look, I like you too. Like, I love you too but I'm willing to do this if you are. It's all based on you. We'll only go as far as you want. This is love Frankie. Come here sweetheart. I can help you." I say softly. He moves closer to me. I hold his hand and wipe the hair away from his face. He leans into my touch and I smile.

"M-Mr. W-Way. W-will y-you b-be m-my b-boyfriend?" He asks me shakily. I pull him closer and kiss his hand. He leans into me and I smile at him.

"Of course sweetheart. My name is Gerard. Sweetie, I've got a spare room, do you want to move in here so that you don't have to worry about money? Focus on school for a bit. I can help you in any class you need. Just please quit that job. I don't want to see my beautiful boyfriend being used for someone's animalistic pleasure." I say and he jumps ontop of me and hugs me. I hug him back softly.

"Thank you Gerard. Can I? I don't want to intrude on anything. I will find a better job. I will focus on school. You told me you weren't great at academic subjects though." He says and I giggle.

"Of course you can stay! You aren't intruding on anything. I can get you a good job at my brothers work. I may not be good at them myself but you forget I'm a teacher baby. I can get answers from the teachers. To your surprise I was a rebel in high school. I haven't changed much. I mean hey, look at my outfit and look at yours." I say and laugh. He laughs along with me. He looks at me for a second and quickly kisses my lips. I smile and I kiss him. Not as quick. I linger on his lips a bit as he slowly moves with me.

"I love you Frankie. Welcome home baby." I say. He smiles and holds onto me tightly.

"I love you too Gee. Thank you." He says.
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"I can't believe it's been six years. Six years since you saved me. I love you Gee." He says. We stare out the back window looking at our four kids and two dogs.

"Six years. Wow, from being your teacher to husband was a fast transition. I love you too my Frankie." I say and hug him tightly. We kiss and it feels like the world can never take us.

My beautiful family. Me, Frankie, Bandit, Cherry, Lily, Miles and our dog, Sir Woof. Life starts off bitter but ends sweet. If this is bitter than I don't know how sweet it can get. As long as I have my family.

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