Frerard smut oneshots

D..detention

Teacher x student

Franks pov...
Shit I'm late. Shit I'm late again. This means detention. Mr stainsby is the meanest grumpy old fart of an art teacher ver to exist! When I started this school I prepared for grumpy miserable teachers as there would be at any other school I've been to in he past ten years.

As I speed down the corridor towards the art classroom door with my portfolio under my arm, all I could think and hope and pray about was if we had a sub teacher or that Mr stainsby dropped down dead all of the sudden. Harsh I know, but I can't help my own thoughts.

As I swung he door open the whole class practically snapped their necks to see what the commotion was as I pushed the door open just a tad too fast and hard. I jumped at the slamming of the door behind myself and my head shot up to where I was expecting to see Mr stainsby glaring at me with smoke coming from his ears and face bright red.

What I didn't expect to see was a stunningly handsome younger teacher who I have never met before. His bright red hair a mess on his shoulders, bright hazel brown eyes staring at me. But the stare wasn't an evil stare, it was more of a shocked and dazed type of stare. He looked me up and down and I opened my mouth to speak.

"S..s.sorry s..s.sir," I apologised as my stutter failed me once again.

I have had a stutter ever since I could tAlk and the other pupils find it funny to make fun of my stutter. Bullying has been a big part of my life, but I'm used to it now. I don't expect anything more from a bunch of baffoon like snot nosed kids.

"I.its.s..ss o..okay, p..please take you..r.rr seat." The teacher stuttered out with a stutter worse than my own.

I was taken aback at first. I didn't know if he was mocking me or if he genuinely had a stutter.

The class began to laugh and some jock called out from the back of the room "hey! F..f...faggot..t you have a s..s..stuttering boyfriend t...too!" He yelled thinking that he was hilarious. The rest of he class also thought so too.

"Don't p..pay attention to them k..kid. Oh and here's y.your d..d..detention slip." The teacher gave me the slip for being late but he had a mischievous look behind his eyes as he did so. Something wasn't right with his teacher, and it was clear to see but I wanted to know more about him as he just seemed so intriguing. I just stood there for a little longer without even realising until the new art teacher turned around to walk back to his desk.

"F...f...f..fag!" Another pupil shouted from another point in the room causing others to laugh.

"Ooi t..that's enough!" The teacher yelled looking slightly narked at the comment.

I took my seat at the back of the class room where no one ever dared to sit as they were scarred they were going to catch "the gay" off of me.

The teacher started the class again and picked up a whiteboard pen before turning with his back to us to sprawl his name upon the board. He stretched to reach up towards the top of the board and I couldn't help but notice how his black skinny jeans fit his rounded yet tight ass and how his top road up to reveal the lower part of his back. This teacher was way too hot for my liking and it was starting to get to my dick.

Sooner than later he returned to facing the class again. "O.okay my name is m..Mr Way and b.b.before you say anything y.yes I have a slight stut..t.t.ter." He said and then cleared his throat. "Mr stainsby has now r.retired and I..I..I'm your new art teach.cher." He stuttered out. I hung off of every word he said as his stutter just made him 10x more adorable and attractive. "I would l..like to th.th.think I'm a cool teacher but.t.t that's for you to decide. But be warned, I..I do have a dark side," he said a bit seductively and it just made the problem in my pants a little worse. "a.and detentions with me arnt.tt always so pleasant." He said locking his eyes with mine and starring somewhat evilly at me.