You're only 17... (frerard fanfic) (teacher X student) COMPLETED

Chapter 15: Is it wrong if we...?

a/n: his chapter is hot lmao but also theres a little bit of s/h so just be aware of that, also they dont fuck but its hot. btw im sorry i keep putting a/n's i just like doing it since im a very interactive person. anyways bye tysm for reading this far 🖤

Frank pov:

I walked off the bus, walking back to Gerard's house. He arrives at his house later than I do, so he gave me a key to just go in and do whatever I guess.

I see a group of 7 teenage boys walk by.

Shit, I know them all.

3 of which are the kids who are blackmailing me and Gerard. They instantly recognize me, but they don't say anything yet. There's nowhere for me to turn around, and they keep walking straight ahead. I can tell that they're talking about me, and they all start laughing. I'm on the other side of the road, but they still say something to me.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Aye!! It's Fag Iero!" Shouts one of them. They all laugh at that stupid joke, it wasn't even funny. They walk towards me.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

One of the kids, Brendon, starts talking to me,

"Walking to your boyfriends house?" He says.

I rolled my eyes, "please just leave me alone," I said, my voice had a shaky tone, they could tell that I was nervous.

They all laughed. "Mmm.. Nah." Said Brendon, as he punched me in the face.

Soon they all started beating me up, and all I could do was roll into a fetal position on the ground and hide.

They stepped on me, kicked me, punched me, they beat me up really bad. I got up off the ground after they left, I was a bloody mess.

The whole way to Gerard's house, I was crying. Not because I was hurt, but because nobody likes me. Everyone fucking hates me because of something I can't change.

They hate me because I'm "emo" too. I can change that, but I don't want to. I don't want to change for them, but they hate me.

I'm just completely hopeless.

I walk into Gerard's house, and I turned on the lights. I instantly notice the knives in his kitchen.

I should cut myself. I would get mad at myself for having intrusive thoughts, but what's the point? I'm such a fuck up anyways.

I pulled out one of the knives and ran the blade down my arm. It was just one cut, and it wasn't that big.

I watched as the blood slowly started appearing, until it bled down my arm, dripping onto the floor.

I cleaned my cut, the water made it sting more, but that was kind of the point. I wiped the drops of blood of the floor, and wiped the blood off my arm.

It scarred over pretty quickly, I'm honestly surprised how quickly my skin heals.

I've been playing guitar for the past hour, it's really the only thing that makes me happy. I was in the middle of playing a song when Gerard came back.

"Hey Frank!" He said when he walked in. He walked into the living room, and I stopped playing.

He smiled, "You sound pretty good." I blushed, "Ha, thanks"

He instantly noticed all the bruises on me, and all the cuts. Including the one I made myself. "What happened? You're all bruised and cut up." He asked.

Fuck, I didn't really wanna tell him, but I had no choice.

It was either that, or I blame it on self harm, which was a worse alternative to the truth, "I.. I got beaten up on my way here... a group of guys from the school were walking by a-and they did this to me."

He looked like he genuinely felt really bad, "Frank I'm so sorry... I wish I knew how to help, who were they?" He asked. I told them the names, all he did was nod.

He looked like he was about to cry, he must've actually cared.

"Nobody deserves to go through that, especially because of something they can't control. I wish they knew what it was like to be gay, they would understand what it's like to be harassed for simply loving someone." I nodded. He pulled me into a hug. A long, meaningful hug.

Somehow we got caught up in a moment, the blood on his lips started dripping out again, and I could taste the blood from his lips.

Fuck, he's so hot.

His slightly bony hands tightly gripping the back of my neck. We were so tense, I think I was gonna fall over. His hands slowly crept down to my back, and I felt him touch my skin underneath my shirt.

He rested his hand on my lower back, clenching his fingers in, tightening his grip. It just so happened that my shirt was kind of lifted, but I don't care, I love it when he touches my skin.

We pulled our lips away for a second to breathe. His hands moved up my back, not touching my shirt, but my bare skin. "Gee, what if we..." I said.

Wait, what the fuck am I saying?!

I can't deny that I kind of wanted to do it though. He nodded, and licked my cheek.

He's never done that before, but that was fucking hot. He continued making out with me as he slowly walked into his bedroom. We hit a few walls on the way into his room, but I'm not going to lie, I like when we hit things, or he pushes me into the wall.

We walked into his room and he kicked the door shut. I pulled off my shirt, as he pulled off his. He admired me for a second, "Shit, you're hot." He said, out of breath.

I smiled while heavily breathing, "You're hotter." He pulled me back into a kiss, as I dragged us both into the wall. He slowly slipped off my jeans, as I did to his.

He shoved me onto his bed, as he fell on top of me, gripping my hair. We rolled around a little, and I ended up on top of him.

He dug his nails into my upper back, and dragged them down lower and lower. He scraped me, I think I was bleeding actually, but I don't care. I found it so fucking hot, and I think I have a blood kink too.

His hand touched the blood, as he pulled away for a second to examine his hand. "Ah shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you." He said. I kissed him again, "No, I like it, keep doing that to me." I said.

He smirked and rolled over so he was on top.

He was kissing my neck pretty aggressively, I love when he plays rough on me, he's just so beautiful. We both were hard right now, but we hadn't done anything yet.

After a second, he stopped. We sat there, just breathing. "You okay?" I asked after a second.

He sighed, "I can't do this... I'm so sorry. It's just that you're only 17 and I'm your teacher and we just-" I shook my head, "It's okay. I get it." He kissed me again, "Believe me, I want to, but this isn't really the right time. If it were, we'd be fucking right now."

We both chuckled. Somehow we fell asleep, I had my head on his chest, and he had his arms wrapped around me. We were still shirtless, in nothing except our boxers.

We woke up at about 5pm, not wanting to get up and separate. Every once in a while it'll hit me that this is my teacher, but it doesn't even seem like that.

I know I should be happy, I mean, I was about to fuck the hottest man I've ever met... but something felt off.

It's not just that I've been getting bullied, it's not just that this school year is extremely stressful, and that I don't really have much of a will to live, it's also that I'm not really sure if Gee actually feels the same.

I mean, he says he does?