The Babysitter - Frank Iero X O.C.

14: Christmas Eve

SMUT WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER! (Also my first time writing one lol I hope it's alright).

Christmas rolled around surprisingly fast.
Frank had invited everyone to spend Christmas with him and the kids.
The band guys were sleeping in the basement, Lindsey and Gee were gonna come up on Christmas Day, Rach took the couch, so I was in Frank's room.
I snuck in the kids presents and left them upstairs so as Frank and I could play Santa later tonight.
He saw me slip in and out of his bedroom and giggled.
"Santa presents?" he asked.
"Got them straight from the North Pole," I grinned, walking over to give him a hug, "Happy Christmas, Oreo."
"And to you, Miss King," he bear-hugged me, making me laugh.
We went downstairs to bake some cookies with the kids.
"Let's team up," Rach suggested, "One grown up with one kid."
"Interesting," I grinned, pointing at Miles.
Rach and Lily paired up, Frank went with Cherry.
Miles and I were doing very well until it was time to put in the flour.
I measured it out and tipped it into the bowl.
Then, Miles picked up the electric whisk to mix it in. Unfortunately, when you use and electric whisk on flour, the flour has a tendency to go EVERYWHERE.
We took one look at each other and burst out laughing.
Ray and Mikey came upstairs from putting their bags in the basement and saw the mess.
Rachel grabbed a handful of the flour and threw it at me.
I scoffed and threw some back, right in her face.
"Oh, that's mature," she scoffed, grabbing the bag of flour and a ladle and dumped it over my head.
"Woah guys-" Frank began, but was immediately cut off by me throwing a handful of flour on his shirt.
"Wow," he folded his arms, trying to be serious and not laugh.
I snorted, covering my mouth to hide my giggles.
"Are you laughing at me?" Frank asked, very much trying to hold in a laugh.
"No," I wheezed.
"You're laughing at me," he stepped forward and grabbed me by the sides, tickling the area just below my rib cage.
I yelped out in surprise, "How dare you!"
Frank cackled in my ear, "Karma, Miss King!"
After another while I'd throwing flour at each other, we all cleared up the mess and put the cookies in the oven.
I changed into some of Frank's clothes and went back downstairs.
We decided to keep the kids presents in the basement instead of upstairs in case they found them.
I snuck down to the basement once the kids were all in bed that night.
I opened up the closet in the back of the big room and placed the presents inside with the rest of them.
As I was about to shut the door, I noticed some stuff on the walls of the closet.
Little posters, badges, various pieces of memorabilia for a band. But not just any band.
My Chemical Romance... merchandise?
"Wow," I whispered to myself, taking it all in.
The pictures were all fairly young photos of the guys.
They must've started when they were teenagers.
I smiled. My professor was famous!
I moved the closet door and saw a slip of paper fall off something.
I picked it up and unfolded it. My jaw dropped.
The poem. The poem I'd written for Frank's birthday.
"I found it on the floor after you left the room," Frank was standing by the staircase, smiling at me, "It's beautiful."
I let a grin spread across my face as I read my own words.
'He is like the sun,
Gleaming through the curtains as dawn breaks,
A tapestry of ink on his body,
He entices me, I am his,
I will always be his,
He has captured my heart,
If he were mine, how complete my world would be.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.'
"Kind of plagiarising Wuthering Heights," Frank giggled.
I laughed, "It was my favourite book we read in class."
Frank suddenly stepped towards me, took my face in his hands and pressed his lips against mine, pulling me into a kiss I'd only dreamed of up until that moment.
His lips softly pressing on my own, his hands gently stroking the sides of my face, my own hands on his back, feeling the cotton of his t-shirt.
He broke away after a few moments.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Frank murmured, close enough to my face I could count his eyelashes, "Andrea King... where to begin. Ever since that first day you walked into class... ten minutes early. You like the extra time. You were wearing light blue jeans and a big Pixies band shirt. You had your hair down and you sat down in front of me. Those first ten minutes of every day very quickly became a special thing for me. A little more motivation to get up in the morning... you. Andy. I'm not afraid to say it anymore. I am completely, utterly and truly in love with you. I love the way you laugh so easily at everything... I love seeing you with the kids... I love the way you make me feel... even if I've had the worst day you can make it one to remember. I love you, Andrea."
This moment right here. Lots of people talk about the 'best moment of their lives' as something magnificently big like a proposal or a trip somewhere. This was mine. Simply professing mutual adoration in a basement. As little as that may seem, to me it was infinite.
I reached up and gently pressed my lips against his.
"I thought that I'd only hear words like that in my dreams or imagination," I whispered, "I love you too, Frank Iero. Professor Oreo. I have been yours this whole time. I will always be yours. You're my rockstar. I love you. I- I can't even explain how in love with you I am... God, it's been such a long time of just insane pining and now... you've loved me too this whole time."
"We are a pair of oblivious idiots," Frank giggled.
I laughed and kissed him again.
His hands wrapped around my waist.
"Let's go upstairs," he whispered.

(SMUT WARNING)

We fell onto Frank's bed.
I clamoured onto his lap and kissed his jaw line.
Frank groaned in my ear as I moved down to his neck, leaving hickeys all over him.
His hands traveled up from my thighs and underneath my shirt.
He looked at me for consent to take it off and I nodded.
He gently pulled off the my t-shirt and gazed at my body.
"Wow," his twinkling eyes gazed at me.
He reached behind my back and carefully undid the clasp on my bra.
I smiled and traced my finger on the buttons of his shirt.
He nodded and I started unbuttoning it, taking in his breathtaking, tattooed body.
"Frank, you're beautiful," I smiled, kissing his collarbone.
Frank then flipped me over so as I was lying on my back on the bed and slipped off my trousers, gliding a hand up my inner thigh.
He smirked at the slight whimpering noise I made and slipped his hand in between my legs.
I stared at him above me. Everything I'd wanted for so long.
I felt his calloused fingers begin to rub gently.
Breathy moans escaped my mouth.
Frank pressed his forehead against mine, smiling as he worked with his hand.
He started kissing me down my neck, all the way down, then slipped off my underpants.
"Frank..." I breathed as he started using his tongue on the sensitive parts between my legs.
The more I said his name, the faster he went.
I was a moaning disaster, sweating and pulling his hair.
Just as I was about to climax, he stopped.
I whined at the empty feeling.
I could see the bulge in his pants as he moved forward to kiss my neck.
My hands moved downwards and unzipped his jeans, palming his hard length through his boxers.
Frank moaned at the sudden pressure and pleasure he was feeling.
He got harder and harder as I rubbed my hand up and down him.
He bit down on my shoulder as the feeling got more intense.
"Andy, please," he moaned, panting.
"More?" I asked.
"Yes, please."
"Shame," I stopped, "Sorry, Mr Iero."
He giggled, "You ready, Miss King?"
"Ready for what, Professor?"
"Oh, this exam. It's a little more intense than the others and you'll feel a whole lot more breathless by the end," he growled in my hear.
He grabbed a condom from a drawer and slipped it on, moaning slightly as he did.
Then, he positioned himself against my entrance and slipped in.
I threw my head back and let out a moan as pain and pleasure filled inside me.
Frank gripped my thigh and shut his eyes as he thrust against me.
It was passionate, his beautiful body moving above me. His skin against my own. We'd been longing for it and were finally breaking the tension. Frank looked amazing in the moment, his sweaty hair falling against his face.
"You're incredible," he bit his lip and sucked on my neck, "Fuck..."
"F-Frank," I panted, "I'm almost-"
"Me too," he moaned.
The thrusts got sloppier as we both reached our climax.

(SMUT OVER)

I lay down in his arms and shut my eyes, resting my head against his chest.
"So, did I pass, Mr Iero?" I smirked a little, catching my breath.
"Fuck yes you did," Frank giggled,"A plus, Miss King, passed with flying colours."