Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

Drowning Lessons

A/N: happy birthday to me, motherfuckers

Gerard's POV

"Is this what you call especially not having a relationship with Iero?" I ran my fingers through my hair, glancing at a sleeping Frank next to me. I suddenly regretted giving Jason a spare key.

"Jason, listen-"

"Do you know how much fucking trouble you could get into? How much trouble you will get into?"

"Shut the fuck up and listen for once." I snapped, and Jason sat back in the chair.

"I know you're gonna ask, and no, we didn't fuck. We haven't fucked. I just didn't want for him to be with his mom for longer than necessary." I pulled out my phone, showing Jason a picture of Frank's face that he let me take.

"He trusts me to take care of him. I care for him, I really do."

"You care for him because he is your student." Jason said harshly.

"Can you just stop making assumptions? I care about him, and that's all you need to know. He's a good kid."

"'Good kid'? Gerard, he can talk someone into bed in under a minute. That's not a good kid. Your teaching skills must be poor if you can't control him." I stood up, face to face with Jason.

"What are gonna do, hit me?" He glanced behind me, and I assumed Frank was awake.

"Unlike someone, I actually give a fuck about my students. Do you know how hard I work? I barely fucking get any sleep because I'm trying to come up with shit that people will care about! I'm always wondering if my students are okay, if everything is alright at home, if they need money for lunch because no one's paid in weeks. My teaching skills are not poor. I pour my heart and soul into every fucking lesson that we do, in everything. You don't know shit." I took a deep breath, unclenching my fists and walking away.

I returned a few minutes later, somewhat calmer.

"I'm just trying to make sure you know what's gonna happen."

"Oh, nothing's gonna happen. Because you're not going to say a fucking word." I said clearly, sitting back down in front of Jason.

"But-"

"Do you know how many times I've had to cover for your ass because you didn't do your fucking job? Consider this payback." Jason opened his mouth, then closed it.

"You know, it doesn't feel good knowing that I'm the source of this argument." Frank spoke softly, and I didn't look at him.

"Fine. I'm not gonna say shit about this. But this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass." Jason stood up, taking his keys out of his pocket, handing me my spare keys.

"I came over to check on you, you know."

"For what?" Jason chuckled.

"You looked traumatised yesterday. I was scared that something was wrong."

"Nothing is wrong. I'm okay, I promise. Just.. bad memories, that's all." Jason looked like he didn't believe me, and sighed, walking out of the house.

"You lied to him." Frank said after a few minutes. "You cover up your feelings too. I'm not the only one." He sat up, moving closer to me and laying on my lap. I stroked his hair.

"I don't really want for you to end up like me. I cover up my feelings in a more.. destructive way than you do. I don't want for that to happen to you."

A/N: whoa, trigger warning.

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"Gerard." I heard Frank open the bedroom door. My back was faced to him.