To Cast Turpentine Kisses (A Frerard Student/Teacher)

Chapter 1

It's Gerard's first year teaching art at Queen of Peace, and Frank's a senior. Gerard is new to QoP, but not teaching (he got his MFA and taught at an NYC public school for three years to get his loans forgiven, so he's 28, and Frank is 17, turning 18 this Halloween). Right now it's a week before school starts in the fall. Frank got in trouble with his parents for missing curfew basically all summer, so part of his punishment is to spend the last week of summer stuck inside his stuffy hot high school, helping the teachers set up their classrooms. At least they didn't make him sign up for chapel duty; that would have been way worse. He goes to the main office and Father Ricci tells him he'll be helping the new art teacher, Mr. Way. Frank shrugs and heads off to the back building where the art room is. When he gets there, he sees someone in sinfully tight jeans that have slipped low enough down his hips to show off pretty much all of his dark grey briefs (clearly the belt is just for decoration), bent over with his upper half basically stuffed inside a kiln. Frank stops in the doorway and just stares, because wow that is a nice ass. Even better, the ass starts bopping up and down to the tune of some song that's being hummed (Frank thinks it might be "Astro Zombies"), while its owner presumably cleans out the kiln.

All good things must come to an end, and eventually Mr. Way (Frank's assuming it's Mr. Way anyhow) unstuffs himself from the kiln and stands up. He turns around and startles, clearly not expecting anyone to be standing there. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaims, clutching his chest. Then his face, which really, is strangely cute with a little upturned nose and big hazel eyes, goes a bit pink and he says, "Oh shit, sorry!" and even pinker as he says even louder, "Sorry again!" Frank just smirks at him and says, "Don't worry about it. It'll be our little secret." Kiln-dude, probably Mr. Way, smiles at him and wow, okay, Frank is heading straight back to the office after this to sign up for every art class he can because he is going to need to see that smile at least twice a day for the rest of the year. Kiln-dude walks forward and puts out his hand for Frank to shake and says, "I'm Mr. Way, the new art teacher." Frank shakes his hand and says, "Yeah, I figured. I'm Frank. I'm supposed to help you get set up."