And Then I Met My Teacher
'I love you too...'' He whispered. I felt my heart racing in my chest and my legs went numb. My head started spinning and I was afraid I might collapse on the floor. Was he just messing with me? He could be. But then again, he promised he wouldn't break my heart. I took a step back and looked at him in awe, still shocked by his confession. I could think of a hundred things I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t let out a single word.
''Are you okay?'' He asked. I nodded slowly, staring at him.
''Do you want a glass of water or something?'' He asked, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I shook my head no, still unable to close my mouth.
''Well, say something, for fuck's sake!'' He said, clearly annoyed.
''I-I.. I don’t know what to say'' I stuttered, my voice still sore. He sighed impatiently and took his hand off my shoulder.
''Just forget it.'' He snapped.
''No!'' I yelled as loudly as my raspy voice allowed me to.
''Jeez, take it easy.'' He snorted, giggling at the sound of my broken voice.
''Why did you say that?'' I asked seriously.
''I told you, you're special.''
''There's a huge difference between finding someone special and being in love. I think James is special and I don't love him.''
''Well, he loves you.''
''That's not the point.''
''You know exactly what I mean.'' He said.
''No, I don't!''
''Look, I’ve been a teacher a while now, and this has never happened before. I know that what I am doing is wrong and extremely risky, but I can't help it. I can’t control myself around you. Just seeing you with James pisses me off.''
''Because of the way he looks at you! He's just so obviously into you. I knew it from the minute he laid eyes on you! He has the biggest fucking crush on you and-''
''Is that why you almost kicked him out earlier?'' I cut him off.
''Yes!'' He yelled.
''Grow up, Gerard.'' I snapped.
''What?'' He asked, staring at me dumbfounded.
''You don't want to date me, or to get involved romantically with me, but you want to be able to control who I hang out with? That's not realistic.''
''So you want to be with James?'' He laughed humorlessly. I sighed.
''That's not what I said.''
''Then what did you say?!'' He snarled.
''That I'm not your fucking toy! You can't just play with me whenever you get bored! I’m a real person with real feelings! If you want to have a say in my personal life, you need to make me feel important.'' I retorted on the same fretful tone.
''I just told you that I loved you! What else do you want from me?”
''You know what? You were right, Gerard. I should just go home.'' I snapped.
''Frankie, that's not what I meant...''
''I'll go get my stuff.'' I said, ignoring his poor attempt at an apology.
''Don’t go.'' He begged. “Please, baby, please don’t go.”
''Okay” I whispered reluctantly, still unsure I was making the right decision. He beamed and put his hands on my hips, looking into my eyes.
“I'm sorry, you’re beautiful” He whisper, brushing his warm lips against my ear. I felt my face getting flushed and I looked down timidly. This was going to be interesting.
About two hours later, I decided to go shower in attempt to warm myself up and wash away the cold that was inhabiting my throat. I couldn't believe what was happening. He said loved me and begged me to stay with him. It was still kind of weird because we really didn’t know each other all that much, but I felt like we were close already. I was still pondering the idea of a relationship with my art teacher when the curtain of the shower opened swiftly.
''What the hell?'' I yelled, caught by surprise, as I tried to cover myself with the curtain.
''I couldn't wait anymore.'' He breathed, locking his cold lips with mine. I had been in the shower a while and my skin had gotten steaming hot. His freezing cold fingers running along curve of my back sent shivers to my spine. He started placing kisses to my neck, biting and sucking on the skin. I tried to repress a moan but he heard it nonetheless.
''You like that, baby?'' He purred in my ear.
''Yeah'' I breathed. I felt his lips crack into a smug smile against my skin. He grabbed my dick and started pumping it softly, rolling his thumb over the tip. I whimpered at the touch of his long and cold fingers on me. The very thought of it was enough to make my cock leak with pre-cum.
''Gerard'' I panted, as he started to accelerate the movement of his hand.
''I like it when you say my name like that baby.'' He whispered. I involuntarily bucked my hips into his hand and he grinned.
''Say it louder.'' He murmured, biting my collarbone.
''Gerard.'' I cried out, allowing the pleasure to shine through my cracked voice. He smiled against my neck and kept kissing it roughly.
''Good boy'' He purred. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to my face. I kissed him hungrily, sliding my tongue across his parted lips and I heard him biting back a moan.
''Touch me.'' He pleaded. I froze for a second and looked at him nervously. I didn't want to fuck anything up and I had never gotten this far with anyone else before. He smiled softly and kissed my nose.
“Relax, I’ll show you.” He said gently as he reached for my hand. He put his hand over mine and wrapped it around his thick cock. It wasn't until now that I realized just how big he was. He started stroking it softly, pleasuring himself with my hand, and let out a soft whimper.
“Fuck, Frankie, so good” He breathed. “Keep doing it like that okay?” I nodded, still unsure of what I was doing and started to move my hand around him like I would do to myself.
''Yes baby, just like that. Hold it a bit tighter.'' He said as he took his hand off mine and resumed to pumping my now extremely hard, leaking cock. I did as he said and he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back in ecstasy.
''Baby.'' He panted. I couldn’t help but to crack a faint self-satisfied smirk.
''Faster.'' He cried out, his breath hitching. I moved my hand faster around his length and let my thumb slide across the head of his shaft. He cried out my name and pumped me faster to match my rhythm. I felt the familiar warmth of the climax building up in my stomach and I knew I was about to cum.
''I'm gonna cum.'' I panted.
''Me too.'' He breathed. I smiled. I wasn't that bad after all.
''Cum for me, baby.'' He whispered. The sound of these four words breathed against my neck were enough to push me over the edge. My dick twitched a little and I came all over his hand. A few seconds later, he clenched his cum covered hands around my arms and arched his hips as he finished, shooting white ropes all over my stomach. He was still trying to catch his breath when his eyes crossed mine. He looked at me and smiled, staring deep into my eyes.
''It was good, wasn't it?'' He panted. I nodded frantically. He rested his forehead against mine, still breathing heavily, and brushed his lips softly on mine.
''You liked it?'' He asked, turning off the water. I nodded, blushing. He kissed my nose.
''Why are you blushing?'' I shrugged.
''Did you lose the ability to speak?'' He asked giggling. I smiled and shook my head no, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.
''I love you.'' He said, kissing my the forehead. I beamed.
''I love you too.''
''Let's get dressed.'' He suggested. I looked down shyly.
''What's wrong baby?'' He asked softly, lifting my chin with his forefinger.
''I don't have any more clothes.'' I mumbled.
''Maybe you should go pick some up at home? I can lend you some of Mikey’s in the meanwhile if you want'' He said, smiling. I felt a lump forming itself in the back of my throat.
“I guess I could” I mumbled with a sad grimace.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked in a seemingly concerned tone.
“It’s nothing.” I lied.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Frankie. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” He said has he grazed my cheek delicately with his thumb.
“My mom and I we… She… Ugh.” I grunted, feeling defeated.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said with quiet empathy. “You can stay here for as long as you want okay? We’ll go buy you some clothes soon.” He added, making an effort to sound reassuring.
''I don't have any money. Maybe I should go home...'' I admitted, hoping he would try to hold me back. Of course, the last thing I wanted was to cause him any trouble, but I wasn't ready to see my mom yet.
''Don't be silly, I'll lend you some clothes for now and we'll go to the mall soon.'' He said, kissing the top of my head.
''I don't want you to pay for my clothes.''
''Frank, don't be ridiculous. We'll just get you a few shirts and one or two pair of pants.''
''I know, but I don't feel comfortable with you paying for my stuff.''
''Sweetheart, I honestly don't mind, okay? I'd rather buy you some clothes than to watch you go somewhere you don't want to be.'' He said softly. I knew he was right. I was being a childish, but I didn't want him to spend money on me.
''Alright, but as soon as I get some money, I am paying you back.'' I insisted.
''If it makes you happy, but I'm buying you dinner with the money.'' He said. I smiled and he kissed me. ''I'll lend you some of Mikey's clothes, okay?'' He asked. I nodded in response.
I didn’t regret my choice of staying with him after our argument of the morning. He was being so sweet to me that I wasn't even thinking about Sam anymore. He was the only thing on my mind and I wouldn’t have changed that for anything in the world. We got out of the shower and I was suddenly very aware of how naked I was. I turned around instinctively.
''What are you doing?'' He asked.
''Drying myself?'' I answered confused.
''Yeah, I know, but I mean; why did you turn around?'' He asked. I felt my face getting flushed. I wasn't really confident about my body. I would even say I was rather shy. I didn't want him to take this the wrong way, but even after what had just happened, I wasn't ready to change in front of him yet.
''I like it better that way.'' I mumbled, embarrassed to be saying that. He didn't answer and I was sure I had disappointed him when I felt his arms circling my waist. He placed a soft kiss to my neck and it made my stomach flutter. He was still naked and I could feel his wet hot skin sticking to mine. Although it wasn’t sexual, the feel of his body against mine felt incredibly nice. He was just trying to comfort me the best he could and that only made me love him even more.
''I think you're perfect.'' He whispered in my ear. No one had ever said that to me before. I turned around slowly, nervous that he might stare, but he didn't. He just looked into my eyes and smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
''You're so beautiful, Frankie.'' he said softly. I blushed and looked down.
''Thanks.'' I mumbled.
''You want me to get you some clothes?'' He asked. I nodded.
He kissed my lips one last time before exiting the room and came back a few minutes later, fully dressed. He handed me a pair of black skinny jeans and a fall out boy t-shirt.
''Thanks.'' I said. He nodded and sat on the bathroom counter.
''What do you want for dinner?'' He asked. I shrugged and he giggled.
'I don’t really feel like cooking, maybe we could order something?'' He asked. I laughed.
''We ate pizza yesterday.''
''What about chicken?''
''Too spicy.'' I replied, wrinkling my nose.
''Well, tell me what you want.'' He grunted impatiently.
''What?'' I asked, afraid I might have taken it to far.
''What do you mean by that?'' He asked.
“I’m not sure.''
''Like, a relationship, or like a...'' He said, leaving his sentence unfinished.
''Both.'' I answered.
''I see.'' He acknowledged calmly.
''We'll see. So what about pasta?'' He asked.
''Alright...'' I responded, disappointed by his answer.
''Good. I'll go order.'' He said, his voice completely deprived of emotions. He left and made his way downstairs. I knew it was too good to be real.
While he was gone, my phone rang.
''Hey, Frank! It's James. Where are you?''
''I'm home why?'' I lied.
''With your mom?'' He asked surprised.
''No, she's at work.''
''Oh, okay! We were looking for you this afternoon. Why didn't you answer my texts?''
''I fell asleep, sorry.'' I lied again.
''Why weren't you at school?''
''I'm sick.'' I answered. I was still on the phone when Gerard came back and he furrowed his eyebrows when he guessed who I was talking to.
''Who are you talking to?'' He questioned, knowing full well the answer to that question. I put my index in front of my mouth and gestured him to shut up, but he didn't.
''Frank! Who is it?!'' He grunted with sigh of irritation. He was clearly just doing this so I would hang up.
''Is that Mr. Way?'' James asked.
''No, no, it's my neighbor.'' I lied nervously yet again.
''Oh, alright, he just really sounded like Mr. Way.''
''Okay, well, if you don't mind, I’m going to go back to bed. I'm really sick and I think I need to sleep.''
''Okay! I'll see you at school tomorrow?'' He asked.
''Yes, for sure. See you James.''
''Bye, Frank.'' He said cheerfully. As soon as I hung up, I noticed Gerard's jealous expression.
''What did he want?'' He asked coldly.
''Who?'' I replied in feign innocence.
''Don't fuck with me, Frank. What did he want?''
''He just wanted to talk, relax.'' I said softly, trying to reach for his hand but he pulled it away.
''Why are you even hanging out with him?'' He asked with simple directness.
''Because he's nice? And because he’s literally the only person who has talked to me?”
''But, he's into you!''
''So, I don't like to share what’s mine.”
''Because now I'm yours?'' I asked, almost certain that it was only the jealousy talking and that he would back down as soon as he realized what he had just said.
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