They Don't Believe In Us (frerard)

22- Almost Caught and Our Lives At Stake

Frank's POV (about damn time. also... smut warning!)

Thursday came and went, some of my classes taking their test then. The school day ended, I went grocery shopping, then headed home. I know I've mentioned that I have a small dog. Her name is Daisy. And yes, in this story, it seems she never seems to be around. But trust me, she is. Surprisingly, she can be like a cat a lot. She likes to sleep and keep to herself. But of course, what dog doesn't like walks and attention? She comes to me for attention whenever she wants it. Like Thursday. She was right at the door when I stepped in and begged to be noticed. I had to put up my shopping first, then I gave her all the loving that she always deprives herself of before taking her out to the backyard to do her business. During the school day either Matt, Rob, or Evan come to let her out and give her some food. I've had her since before my teaching job. And it'd be an easier life without worrying if she'll get what she needs while I'm out, but I love her way too much.

On Friday, Gerard was the first to come in, as usual, and we were able to share a quick, loving peck on the lips before more of his classmates started coming in. When Bert walked in, I could tell he was nervous. I heard him mumble things to give himself a confidence boost. I also noticed him look towards Gerard on his way to his seat, and Gerard gave him a very reassuring smile and two thumbs up. He really is such a good soul. Throughout the test, I could tell what ones were struggling and what ones knew the material with ease. Occasionally, Bert would look over at Gerard, more like the back of Gerard, because Bert's seat is further back than Gerard's is. Then I guess, somewhere in his brain, Bert processed and reminded himself how much he learned through Gerard's help. He'd nod his head a little then go back to focusing on his test. Bert was maybe the seventh last student to finish, but I wanted to get his done right away. I graded it as soon as he turned it in.

Bert got a B+.

I had asked him to stick around before he left the classroom, knowing how desperate he was to know what he got. I figured if I waited to tell him Monday when everybody else would get their tests back, he wouldn't be able to sleep all weekend. Gerard stayed behind, too. After I had handed Bert his test, he stared at it without moving or speaking for a good 15 or so seconds, before the biggest smile spread on his face.

"I passed?"

"You passed."

"I passed!" He jumped a couple of times in excitement, smiles on both Gerard and I's faces. "Did you hear that, Gerard, I fucking passed!"

"Language." I muttered while Gerard laughed.

"I heard! See, I knew you'd do just fine!" By this point, Bert had Gerard in a bone-crushing hug. Gerard's eyes were wide from surprise and looking right at me before he gave in and closed his eyes and squeezed just as tightly back.

"Thank you." Gerard patted Bert's back before pulling away.

"Pay attention in class and I know you can keep this up the rest of the school year."

"What if I can't understand it?"

"Then I'll help you again." Bert nodded before dismissing himself with a smile to the both of us, and a 'thank you' to me. After the door closed behind him, Gerard pounced on my back unexpectedly.

"It's my study hall. ...and your free bell." He seductively whispered in my ear, sending shocking electricity running down my spine. I had carried him over to the door so I could lock it. As soon as the lock clicked, Gerard's mouth was latched on my ear, sucking and whispering dirtily to me. I let go of my lock under his legs holding him up before he slid down onto his feet, I immediately turned around and hungrily kissed Gerard, backing him up until we hit one of the lab desks surrounding the side of the classroom. His hands untucked my plain black dress shirt from my black dress pants and roamed his hands underneath. I grasped his hips firmly, holding him still between the table and my body pressed up right against his. My thigh was rubbing against his slowly growing erection, then before I knew it, he mewled into my mouth in contentment. His soft artist hands trailed from my back underneath to my ass, squeezed it, then moved them to my black and white striped tie and started to remove it, which is when I broke apart.