One Shot Series

Frank's POV:

Another day of school. Fuck! I am doing my year 13 because I need more art credits to get into uni. I see that all my classes are with a new teacher Mr. Way. Sounds like an old man. Probably in his late sixties, short, chubby, probably foreign and probably is posh. Ugg. I have 4 periods a day 5 days a week with him. Well I guess here goes nothing. I walk into the class room to see a man about my age sitting on one of the desks. He is beautiful! Red hair, clothes like mine, and this adorable little nose. He looks over to me and smiles.

"You must be Frank. You know that you are the only student left in this class right? They all dropped. It's a shame. Well, there is actually one more kid but he's my little brother so that doesn't really count. You are a year 13?" He asks. His voice is so manly yet so feminine.

"Yeah, I'm Frank, you are? Why did everyone drop? Why are you here? You grabbing stuff for your brother? And yes I'm a year 13, how did you know?" I ask. He laughs and gets up and walks to the teacher's desk.

"Everyone dropped because the teacher. I'm not grabbing anything for that lazy price of shit! I'm Gerard, but most kids here call me Mr. Way cause I'm the teacher." He laughs. Wait, this kid is the teacher? I'm 18, he looks no older than me!

"What? You look like you should be a student. How are you a teacher? Are all your classes empty? Why did they all drop cause of you? Sorry for all the questions but I'm fucking confused." I say. He just laughs more and then calms down.

"Frank, I'm 23. I went to school for this shit. Apparently art teachers aren't needed as much anymore. The only two people I have in all my classes are you and my little bro. He probably won't be here half the time though because he has a job. I'm fine with all the questions. Please don't run out after I tell you this but all the kids dropped because they found out I'm gay." He said with a sad smile on his face. He seemed pretty nice.

"I'm sorry Mr Way..." I say but he cuts me off.

"Please, call me Gerard. Mr. Way sounds like my dad." He said gently. I don't know how he does it but his voice is so warm and soothing.

"Well, Gerard. I'm sorry. Everyone is sick here. I mean what's wrong with being gay? It's not like it's a disease. being homophobic is gay. I mean, what are they scared of? Two men making love? It's natural, just like a man and a woman or two woman, even those transgender and non gender and gender fluid people! We are all human! Why did you think I would run out? I mean I'd be running away from myself then." I say then slap my hands over my mouth and go wide eyed. "Oh my god. D-d-did I just c-c-come o-o-out?" I whisper. I see Gerard smile and give a small giggle.

"Not out of the closet yet? Hey, don't worry. We are both gay so there is no discrimination. Let's be friends, yeah?" He says and walks up to me hand gives me a hug. I hadn't realized but I have been shaking.

"Mr... Gerard. I don't think we can hug. You are my teacher and student teacher relationships are illegal. You are the first person I've actually come out to. I'd love to be friends but you are a teacher and I am a student." I say and we both frown.

"I don't wanna be your teacher. I wanna be your friend. I'll tell you what, you show me some of your work and if I think it's amazing I will give you all the course credits, if I don't then we will work on it until it's perfect okay? Then I won't be your teacher. We could be friends then." He says. God is he like a kid. He is sweet and kind though. I nod in agreement and pull out my book. All my art from my songs to my drawings are in there. "Why aren't you in Uni yet? These are perfect. You pass my class with flying colours." He says while staring in awe at my drawings. He is standing behind my seat with his chest pressed against my back as he stares at the papers. His arm accidentally falls on my shoulder. He is awestruck. I look up and see his beautiful honey eyes shining down on the page.

"They aren't the best, but it's all I got." I say. The arm that was on my soulder is now almost on my chest. I see his hand hanging infront of me and I go to hold it. As soon as I touch him it's almost like he jerks back to life.

"Sorry Frank. I got lost in your work, you could have just pushed me off." He says. I scowl and grab his hand pulling him back to where he was. "What are you doing Frank?" He asks looking very confused.

"Holding your hand. I though it was cute that you were so lost in the art. You didn't have to pull away. You are warm. I like the warmth." I say as I look up to see his face just above mine. He is beautiful.

"Thanks Frankie. You are cute. I can make you warmer." He says with a smirk playing on his lips. I grab his tie and pull him closer to my lips. We start with a small quick kiss but things heated up and the next thing I know is I'm being pinned against the wall as we make out. We start grinding against each other and let out small moans along the way. Next thing I know is that the only clothes we both have on is boxers.

"Gerard, fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you inside me." I whine as he slowly pulls down on my boxers. He smirks again when he sees my cock.

"Need prep baby or do you want me to fuck you raw?" He purrs. I nod at the second one and he smiles. I feel something press against my hole and slowly slide in. FUCK! Oh my god it's filling me, it's so big! I'm practically a moaning, whimpering, withering mess underneath him. He slowly starts to move and then starts to pick up the pace. My vision goes white as I cry out. He pounds into my prostate a few more times and we both cum while moaning each others names. "Fuck Frankie that was amazing. We are going to have a great year." He says as I curl up in his lap. I doze off to sleep. I was just fucked by the hottest fucking man here.

Notes

I kinda like the plot. Should I make this into a story of its own?