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And Then I Met My Teacher

Not until you turn 18

“Do you really love me?'' I asked hesitantly, not sure if I was ready to hear the answer yet. He brought his mouth closer to my ear and kissed it softly.
''Frankie, of course, I really love you. I know I don't always show it. I know I am not the best boyfriend, God I am not even close to being an okay boyfriend, but I love you with all of my heart, I really, really do. No matter how hard it gets, I want to stay by your side through it all,'' he whispered into my ear. For a second, I couldn’t feel pain. All I could feel was the flutter in my stomach and the warm fuzzy feeling that seemed to have taken over my body. Not only did he say he loved me, but he had also referred to himself as my boyfriend. Twice.
''Boyfriend?'' I asked. He didn’t answer.
''I thought you said you weren't my boyfriend,'' I reminded him.
''Okay, you’re right, I’ve been kind of an asshole. Let me make it up to you; Frank Iero, will you be my boyfriend?'' He asked, holding my hand. I was shaking. The whole night just seemed so surreal. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremor in my hand, but he clearly did, seeing as he squeezed it gently to calm me down.
''Yes, yes I will,'' I whispered, trying to hold back tears of joy. He kissed my neck softly and my heart was pounding in my chest
''I love you so much,''he whispered against my neck.
''I love you too, Gee,’' I answered. He paused.
''Gee?'' He asked.
''I didn't- I just thought it sounded cute, I- I'm sorry, I won't do it again,'' I apologized.
''No, I didn't mean it like that. It’s just that Mikey calls me Gee, but it's cute when you say it. I like it,'' he said softly. I smiled. I knew he couldn’t see my face, but that was okay; I wasn’t smiling for him. For the first time in a while, I wasn’t smiling for anyone actually. I was just happy. Genuinely, truly happy. My body was had been beaten black and blue and I could hardly open my left eye, but this was still the happiest I’d been in years. That’s how much he meant to me.
''So, your birthday's soon,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us.
''Yep. Turning 18.''
''That’s a big one,” he whispered against my neck, kissing the skin tenderly. ''What do you want to do for your birthday?''
''Well, I have a friend from Belleville who’s coming to visit, but aside from that, I don’t really have any plans. Maybe we could do something together?''
''What friend?'' He asked bitterly, ignoring my suggestion.
''His name is Samuel.''
''Sam? The one you were on the phone with the other day?''
''Yeah. But just give him a chance, I’m sure you'll like him,'' I tried to convince him.
''We'll see about that, but I'm telling you, he's not sleeping here.”
''Why not?''
''Seriously, Frank? How many times are we gonna have this conversation?''
“What do you mean?”
“I’m your teacher. I would lose my job if this got out. I can’t take any risks.”
''He lives in a different fucking country, Gerard! And he's my best friend, he'll keep his mouth shut,'' I argued.
''Whatever, we don’t have to talk about this right now, okay? Let’s not argue,'' he said. I sighed but agreed, not wanting to fight with him either.
''So, when is your birthday?'' I asked.
''April 9th.''
''How old are you gonna be?'' I asked, curious. How bad could it be?
''37,'' he answered. My heart skipped a beat.
''W-what?'' I stuttered, not sure if I had understood correctly or not.
''You’re going to make my repeat it?''
'''It’s just- I’m not sure I heard you well.''
''37. I will turn 37 in April,'' he repeated. I was shocked. I would have guessed 30 at most. Not that it mattered, I didn’t care for a second that he was 36- he could have told me he was 65 and my stomach would have still been fluttering the same way every time I looked at him, but he just didn’t look 36.
''You look younger,'' I mumbled. He sighed, but it wasn’t impatient; more desperate.
''If you want to go back on your word, for the boyfriend thing, I would understand-''
''Stop it. I don't care, I'm just surprised, that's all,'' I said.
''You’re probably so freaked out. You must think I'm a creepy old man. Some sort of pedophi-''
''Gerard, stop! I don't think that! I love you so fucking much! I don't care how old you are, that’s stupid.''
''Yeah, well, we’re still not having sex until you’re 18,'' he said seriously.
''What? Why? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.''
“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have,” he confessed. “We should get out of the bath, my fingers are all riddled,'' he said, showing me his fingers. I agreed quietly, still thinking about what he had just said and he carefully helped me out of the bath. He grabbed a towel and dried me up to avoid making me move unnecessarily. His touch was soft and delicate.
''Am I hurting you?'' He asked.
''No, you're not.''
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m good, I just wish you didn’t regret me seeing you naked, but whatever. It’s nothing,” I blurted out. He wrapped his arms delicately around my wounded body.
“Oh baby, no. That’s not what I meant. I don’t regret it, I loved it and I really, really want to do it again, but I just think I should have waited. It was reckless to give in to my urges instead of listening to reason.”
“Gee, you didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted this, I still do,” I said.
“I just think we should wait. I don’t ever want you to think that I used you and I’m scared that you’re going to resent me if we don’t. It’s just one week. One week and then I promise,” he paused and leaned in, grazing my ear with his mouth, “I’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had,” he whispered. I felt my cock twitch slightly but he didn’t notice. The next week was going to be absolute torture.
“Fine,” I gave in, rolling my eyes. He kissed me softly.
“Thank you,” he said. I nodded. I told him that my pyjamas were in my bag and he went downstairs to get them for me.

We were lying in his bed when my phone rang. Gerard looked at me confused.
''Who's calling you at this hour?''
''I don't know, let’s see,'' I said, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I saw Sam’s name flashing on the screen and I instantly picked up.
''Hello?'' I answered, looking at Gerard who was staring at me, his eyebrows furrowed.
''Hey man, why did you stop calling? I was getting worried.''
''I'm sorry, I've been really busy. I didn’t mean to get you worried'' I apologized. Gerard rolled his eyes.
''It's fine, don't worry. Are we still on for next week end?''
''Yeah, for sure!'' I answered enthusiastically.
''So, any hot girls in Montreal?'' He asked.
''Hold on,'' I said, putting my phone on speaker.
''Could you say that again? I didn't hear you,'' I lied, staring at Gerard.
''Oh, I was just asking you how the girls are in Montreal. Any luck so far?'' He repeated. I put my phone off speaker and carried on talking to Sam for a couple of minutes before we said our final goodbyes and hung up.
''So, still jealous?'' I asked Gerard.
''He doesn't know you're gay?''
''No,'' I admitted sheepishly. He thought about that for a few seconds.
''Well, that doesn’t mean he isn’t,'' he concluded.
''Why would he ask about the girls in Montreal if he was gay?''
''Because he has a crush on you and he wants to know if you have a new boo,'' he said. I sighed.
''First of all, you're ridiculous, and second, you’re my new boo.''
''And you love me,'' he added. I rolled my eyes. He smiled and kissed me.
“You're such a virgin,'' he laughed. I opened my mouth to defend myself but nothing came out. Where did he get that idea? And why did he bring it up so randomly?
''What makes you think I am a virgin?'' I asked, offended.
''It's obvious,'' he said.
“Thanks a lot! So tactful, as always,'' I answered. He laughed.
“I just mean that you don’t even notice when someone likes you. James was practically drooling while looking at you and it took you forever to even notice. This Sam guy is calling you at 2 AM to ask you if you have a girlfriend and you think that’s just what friends do. Typical virgin behaviour,” he said.
“You can change that if you want,” I purred. “I’m all yours, Gee.”
“Mmmm”, he moaned, rubbing the palm of his hand teasingly over my bulge. “While your black eye makes this hard to refuse, I’m gonna have to take a raincheck on this one,” he giggled.
“Ugh, such a tease,” I grunted.
“Goodnight!” he answered, pecking my lips softly and spooning me as delicately as possible.
“Night,” I answered, pushing my ass against him, knowing full well it would get him aroused. This was going to be a long week, but at least I got to fall asleep next to the love of my life and that was enough to make me drift off with a smile on my face.


So I know this is very very short and there isn't much happening, but I promise I'll make it up to you guys soon! Let me know what you think!!



I’ve had to unsubscribe and subscribe again as I just realised I didn’t get a notification for the last chapter and I definitely don’t want to miss the next. I’m not trying to hurry you along or anything, just excited and don’t want to risk missing it! :D

S xx

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Noooooo! Cliffhanger!! This escalated quickly from sweet and angsty to seriously exciting. What’s going to happen? Is Gee handling it himself the best idea while he’s so angry? What’s going to happen?? So excited for the next instalment!!

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What is wrong with Gee? He’s really messing with dear sweet Frankie’s head. Being loving one second then angry then confused. It’s borderline abuse! Poor Frank, he needs... no, he deserves better :(

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