Frerard smut one-shots

Mr.Way (smut)

Gerards POV

Today was a normal shitty day, I got up, drank coffee, and went to my shitty job as an art teacher at the local high school. I arrived at my normal time and sat in my chair waiting for the students to file in. The day actually wasn't that bad, a couple kids being asshats but besides that its was okay. Then, the final hour came along. This is where it usually gets interesting. See, there's a kid named Frank Iero, he's a total badass. He ALWAYS flirts with me, and tries to tease me. He's always been like this but it's never gotten far, and I know it never will. He's totally hot, he is my type but I can't be with him, it isn't right. He knows we can't do anything, it's illegal. He's 17 and I'm 23, it just can't happen.

*last hour*

Gerards POV

I sat back in my chair sipping my coffee waiting for all of my students to come in. Once the final bell rang, I started taking attendance. I was about half way done when Frank Iero slammed open the door and strutted in looking more perfect than ever. He was wearing black and white beat up converse, black tight jeans (really really tight ;)), a plain white tshirt, a leather jacket and his hair was perfectly messy and his eyeliner was smudged. His piercings glimmered in the light of my classroom. He walked infront of my desk, slowly trailing his fingers along the surface, smirking at me. He took a seat in the far back of the room where no one was sitting, we have a small class so there's a lot of open seats.

"Okay class, today will be simple. Just take out your sketch pads and draw whatever is on your mind. Note that these will be graded, so turn them in at the end." I ordered, getting up from my desk and pacing the front of the room. As soon as I said that, frank immediately put his sketch pad on his lap so no one could see what he's doing. I walked around looking at what the students have created. Until I finally got back to frank, when he heard my footsteps he looked up and started biting and sucking his pencil seductively. My cheeks got noticeably red as I looked at his paper. I saw in the background, a dark room, with posters on the walls, possibly his? Then what really caught my eye was in the middle of the page, there were two men on a bed. One with firetruck red hair, and one with black and a shaved side. Oh nice frank, I wonder who it is.... The man with the red hair (who I assume was me) was handcuffed to the bed, while the other (frank) was crawling up the bed seductively. I was under sheets so you could only see the upper half of my body, so I assume I was naked. Frank was only in his underwear, you could see all of his tattoos perfectly drawn. I just stood there speechless, gaping at his work of art.

"Ah-uh-uhm frank, please see me after class. This isn't appropriate." I said quietly and seductively in his ear. He winked and smirked at me before I turned around. When I was walking to the front I turned my head for a split second, and caught him staring at my ass. I giggled and sat in my desk, waiting for the end of the day.

*end of the day*

I look up from my sketch pad as the bell rings signaling everyone to go home. Everyone put their drawings in a pile on my desk, not caring to be neat.

"These fuckin' kids..." I mumbled under my breath.

"You wanted to see me Mr.Way?" Frank purred. I looked up at him and he was playing with his lip ring with his tongue.

"Uhh yeah, just take a seat." I said pointing to the desk in front of mine. He walked over, swinging his hips. I put the half-organized papers down and looked at him seriously.

"Frank, you understand what you did was inappropriate, right?" I asked.

"Well, y'know you said, 'draw whatever is on your mind'. And I couldn't help it, those pants just look so fucking good on your ass." He smirked. I blushed a little the tried to pull myself together.