School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Seventeen - i forgot to name this chapter i will do it someday

Chapter 17 (comments make me v happi:)))))

Gerard's POV (*audience Oooh's*)

The weekend with Frank had been simply amazing, for lack of a better word. Actually, many come to mind: extraordinary, just what we needed, sex-filled, we had both put the fact that whatever we have is illegal and just acted like lovers... Everyone in Saint Valentine's seemed not to question that either.

Our relationship needed a break from the reality of what it actually was in Belleville, and driving away for a few days was a great idea, one of my best ones, actually.

Frank had also seemed to think so, judging from the lack of arguments we had during the small trip and the amount of sex we had. God, the sex is incredible. I did expect the adrenaline and boner-every-four-seconds when I engaged in this with Frank, but I was not aware of how great the sex would be.

From a mere blowjob to actual sex, and whether I was on the receiving end or on the giving side, it felt like each time was better than the one before.

Sadly, all things must come to an end, and Monday had come far too quickly for my opinion, and Frank apparently felt the same, as he had voiced it to me yesterday night.

After he basically fucked me into oblivion, he rolled over to face me, his arm lazily wrapping around my waist. In between pants, he had murmured: "Wish we could fuck like this twenty-four seven, wherever we wanted to,"

I had laughed, my lower back still aching. "I don't think wherever we wanted to is a great idea... Not sure public places would encourage it," I tucked a strand of his messed up hair behind his ear.

"Bullshit. They'd totally enjoy the show," We grinned at each other.

I had forbid my mind of drifting to the consequences of this, this thing I had with Frank. It sure felt like a normal relationship, much like the ones I have had in the past, but there was just something, something about this boy I couldn't quite put my finger on. Aside from his age, of course, which made our relationship not exactly normal, and not to mention illegal as fuck.

From the moment I laid eyes on him, he had intrigued me. He had such a mature-looking face, and his green eyes held so much... They held so many emotions in them. Passion, confidence, mischief.

If it weren't for his informal clothes that first day I saw him, I would've easily thought he was a teacher. Still, he was always the thought at the back of my mind; he was the first thing I thought of when I woke up and before I went to bed, no matter what I did, how many talks I had with myself trying to talk me out of it, how many people I fucked to try and forget him, forget my student.

And then the flirting started. Once it did, I could not stop myself from responding, my body's first instinct was to go after what I wanted, and it was an endless fight between my body and my morals.

The kiss was what broke me. Just feeling his small frame pressed against me, those penetrating eyes locking with mine just before softly fluttering close as our lips met... Fuck.

I was stupid. I am stupid. But I'm also a human being, and that means I'm selfish; I'm a greedy man who wants to get what he wishes, and with Frank wanting me back, I knew I wasn't taking advantage of him: he wanted me, just as much as I did.

Frank... He was definitely something else.

He made me feel so different, unlike with the many guys and girls I've ever been with, and in as little as two months' time, we will be able to tell the world about our relationship, and fuck me if that didn't make me happy as hell.