Frank pushes himself off my lap and gasps. Shit...I kissed Frank...This is bad. REALLY bad. I cover my mouth as my eyes widen. "Frank, I am so...so sorry. Shit this is bad this is really bad.” I say, chewing my bottom lip nervously.
Franks stares at me, the same look on his face matching the feeling I have in the pit of my stomach. He swallows and shakes his head. “T-that didn’t just happen...I didn’t just...you...Fuck!” He paces back and forth, tugging at his hair and mumbling to himself.
“Frank...I’m really...REALLY sorry...I-I didn’t mean...I just...Not that you aren’t...Fucking hell!” I growl.
“Mr Way...please...stop. It’s not your fault. I let you kiss me and I kept kissing you and I.” I stare at him for a minute. I know he kissed me back but my mind won’t let me believe it.
“Frank, look..” I place my hand on his shoulder before quickly removing it and stuffing my hands in my pockets. Before I can say anything else, Frank is pulling my face to his and our lips are connected once again. He gasps on my lips and pulls away quickly burying his face in his hands.
“Mr. Way...I think I need to go…” He turns and pauses before turning back. “You won’t...tell anyone...Right?” I grab his wrist and set him on the couch next to me.
“Frank, I’m not going to tell anyone but...We need to talk about this. You can’t just kiss you teacher and leave, it doesn’t work like that.” I chuckle to myself quietly before looking at him again. I stare into his eyes and swallow nervously, a thousand things running through my head...Half of me is thinking, he’s just so damn perfect and I want him. But the sane side of my mind is reminding me of what Ray said last night, my job will be on the line if I go any further, he’s a student. I can NOT be with a student. That’s so wrong Gerard, you fucking pedo. I groan and drop my head into my hands. I feel a hand on my shoulder, reminding me I’m not actually alone.
“Sir?” Frank is looking at me with concern and I remember that we are supposed to be talking.
“Frank…I...” I think for a minute. Do I tell him I like him and potentially ruin both our lives or just follow the rules of society for once? Smart Gerard wins and I decide now is definitely not the time for this.
“Frank, you are a smart...really good looking guy, but I could lose my job over this…You’re under age and we could both get in a lot of trouble...” He looks at me with watery eyes.
“I…I thought you actually liked me…Stupid me.” Frank’s head drops to his hands and I can hear him start to cry. Shit Gerard! I pull Frank on to my lap and lift his chin.
“Frank, I never said I didn’t like you, I just…you…I can’t risk losing my job, Frank, or going back to jail…and I definitely don’t want you regretting something like this later, which WILL happen.” He stares at me then buries his face in my neck, his warm breath hitting my cold skin.
“So c-can I still stay tonight, Mr. Way?” I chuckle and kiss his forehead.
“Of course Frank, and please, call me Gerard.” He smiles and I move us so we are both laying on the couch, Frank wrapped in my arms.
I stay there rubbing his back till he falls asleep. Once I feel his breathing even out on my chest, I slowly move myself off the couch and wander into the kitchen. I get a beer out of the fridge before changing my mind and pulling out the half empty bottle of vodka next to it. I sit at the table and slowly drink till I feel a stupid grin on my face and my head hit the table. Then, blackness.
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Beer Bottles And Cigarettes
FanfictionFrank Iero is an aspiring guitarist with a druggie for a best friend. Gerard Way is an art teacher with a brother who is too strict and doesn't like to have any fun. When these two meet, sparks fly. Whether that from them clashing or them falling ma...
