To Cast Turpentine Kisses (A Frerard Student/Teacher)

Chapter 7

Gerard barely looks at Frank at all during school on Monday, though it's not easy. Frank looks like he barely slept all weekend, which is true. He was so turned on all weekend, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened. God, it was all he could do to stop himself from rubbing off against his sheets. Technically that wouldn't be breaking Gerard's rule, as he said Frank couldn't touch himself and there wouldn't necessarily be hands involved in humping the hell out of his mattress, but he knows that Gerard wouldn't see it that way, and if Frank's going to do this, he's going to DO THIS. So, he was good and didn't get off all weekend. The thing is, he's been hovering on the edge since Friday night, so he's practically vibrating in his skin. He can't wait to go to Mr. Way's house after school today.

When he finally got there, on time as instructed, he hadn't known what to expect exactly, but he didn't think the first thing Gerard would do would be to make him sit down at the kitchen table and do his homework. "I won't have you doing poorly in your classes. We won't begin until you finish your assignments for the night." Frank sort of gapes at Gerard, but pulls out his books when he sees that Gerard is serious. "I only have a little bit of math and some history, Gerard, so it shouldn't take-" but Gerard cuts him off by putting his hand on the back of his neck and squeezing. "You will address me as 'Mr. Way' unless otherwise instructed, is that clear?" Frank nods and says, "Yes, Mr. Way." Gerard relaxes his hold on Frank's neck, then runs a hand through his hair before he walks away toward the living room, saying over his shoulder, "Now do your homework." Frank is turned on again, just like that, from Ger-Mr. Way gripping his neck, and he has to breathe deeply for a few minutes to calm down before he can start working on standard deviation.

About an hour later, Frank's finished with the math assignment and is just finishing up his chapter summary for history, when Mr. Way walks back into the kitchen and over to the sink, washing blue paint off of his hands. He looks over at Frank and smiles. Frank smiles back, his face widening into such a huge grin it kind of hurts his face. As he dries his hands, Mr. Way asks, "Are you finished with your homework?"

Frank nods and says, "I was just wrapping up my chapter summary for American History 101." Mr. Way walks over to the table and sits down next to Frank. "Good." He waits patiently while Frank gathers up his school things and puts them back in his bag, setting it on the floor next to his chair.

Once Frank is finished with that, Mr. Way looks at him and says, "The first thing we're going to do is establish a safe word. Do you know what that means?"

Frank smiles and says, "Yes," happy to show Mr. Way that he's read up on what they're doing, and that he's prepared for it. Mr. Way smiles back at him and says, "Tell me."

Frank answers, "It's for me to say so you'll know if I really need to stop, since 'no' and 'stop' can be a part of our play. This way there's no confusion."

Mr. Way looks pleased. "Very good. Our safe word is going to be 'helvetica'. Say it for me."

Frank repeats, "Helvetica."

Mr. Way says, "Good. I don't want you to be afraid to say it if you need to, Frank. I won't be mad and you won't be punished for using it. Of course, I hope you never have to use it, but don't feel like you can't, okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Way."

Then Mr. Way gets up from the table and has Frank follow him into the living room. He holds up a ping pong ball and says, "Tonight, this will be used for... training. However, after tonight it will be for punishment only." Frank swallows hard, as he has absolutely no idea what Mr. Way plans to do with him and the ping pong ball, but he's seen enough weird porn to have some truly horrifying ideas. Mr. Way must see something in his face, because the corner of his mouth quirks up and he sort of laughs as he says, "Don't worry, it's probably nothing like you're imagining. Come and stand right up against the wall, facing it." Frank does as he's told and Mr. Way moves to stand right next to Frank, placing the ping pong ball against the wall right in front of Frank's nose. "Lean forward and hold the ball against the wall with your nose." Frank does and realizes pretty quickly that he can't move a fraction of an inch or he's going to lose the ball. "You are not to move for the next 10 minutes. I'm setting a timer. If you drop the ball, an extra minute will be added to your time. Is that clear Frank?"

"Yes Mr. Way."

"Good, your time starts now."

Frank gets bored super fast, and thinks this is practically torture after what's probably only been 2 minutes. He hates being still and he can see why Mr. Way has chosen this to be his punishment if he needs it. Frank thinks he can get away with just shifting his weight from foot to foot, but just that slight movement causes the ball to slip on the wall and it drops to the floor, bouncing and rolling away. Frank scrambles after it on his hands and knees, picks it up and quickly moves back to the same spot on the wall, balancing the ball and determined not to move again. Mr. Way steps in close behind him and says, "You now have 9 minutes to go Frank. I do hope you don't move again, it would be such a waste for us to lose an entire evening to making sure you can handle discipline." Mr. Way says the last part so close to Frank's ear that he shivers slightly, almost losing the ball but managing to keep it against the wall, though now his body is twisted slightly uncomfortably. Mr. Way chuckles slightly under his breath and backs away a bit, saying, "Eight minutes now."

Frank is starting to sweat, standing awkwardly against the wall, trying not to let the ball slip. He thought it would be impossible, but somehow he manages it and after what seems like an eternity, Mr. Way is standing right up against his back, reaching around and taking the ball out from between Frank's nose and the wall. Again, he speaks low right into Frank's ear, "You did very well, Frank. So well, I'm so proud of you." Frank takes a deep breath, relaxing his body slightly, leaning back into Mr. Way's body a little and basking in the praise. Mr. Way doesn't allow it for long, but oh it's enough, and Frank can feel Mr. Way's hard cock where it's pressed against Frank's lower back.

Gerard turns Frank around so they're facing each other, then he pushes down on Frank's shoulders so Frank knows to drop to his knees. Gerard undoes his pants then pulls Frank's face to his crotch, having Frank blow him like he did on Friday. Gerard comes on Frank's face again, and again Frank opens his mouth to try and catch some. This time, Gerard cleans Frank's face himself. Then he runs his hands through Frank's hair before helping him to stand up. He sends Frank home again just after, with instructions that he can get himself off tonight, just once and in the shower, but Frank is not to touch himself again after that and that he is to come over after school on Wednesday.

By the time Frank gets home, he's missed dinner and his Dad is already at work and his mom is downstairs watching TV. He runs upstairs and hauls himself into the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes so quickly he gets tangled up with his shoes and pants and almost brains himself on the counter. He steadies himself and makes himself slow down and take his time. Mr. Way probably wouldn't want him to rush through this. He gets in the shower and just luxuriates in the feel of the warm water, running his hands over his chest and stomach, and then one down to stroke over his hard cock, the other to gently rub his balls. He sets up a slow rhythm with his hand to start, but he can't hold it for very long. Soon enough his hand is flying over his cock and he's bracing himself against the shower wall, shooting into his hand and gasping out "Mr. Waaay" as he comes.

His knees feel week and he feels dizzy. It's the best orgasm he's had in weeks. He finishes his shower, dries off, puts on a clean pair of boxers to sleep in, then crawls in bed. It's kind of early for him, but the afternoon with Mr. Way and the orgasm in the shower have left him feeling warm and fuzzy, cozy he thinks. He drifts off to sleep thinking about how he spends so much of his life fretting and worrying about his parents and dealing with their shit and fending off people at school that it feels awesome to just let Mr. Way dom him like that, and about Wednesday and how it can't come too soon.