KISS ME YOU ANIMAL-Frerard one shots

A Hate Story

A/N sorry about the lack of khm smuts and fun stories and one shots in general...BUT here i present...the one and only SMUT one shot with a SASSY Gee and a JOCK Fronk who is also a BULLY. Nothing serious or triggering except smut stuff which is detailed and  dirty. It's something i made for fun so don't take it seriously!

My P.O.W-3rd

This is a story about hate. It's a hate story. 

There was a school. A high school. And like any other high school, this one had groups, cliques, ...whatever you kids call it...and of course what is high school without the hottest guy? 

But in Belleville they not only had the most cliche scenarios, but also two guys who were aiming for the hottest guy prize. Let me first introduce you to a jock (since i'm already talking about cliches), one and only, Frank Iero! Not to be deceived by names, Frank in fact, isn't a serious italian snob. His dream was to be in a punk rock band. But since this is still high school, this senior badass was indeed a jock. He played football. And was a team captain. You think he deserves the title?

Hold your horses. I didn't mention Gerard Way. Once again, don't judge a person by a name. He wasn't some sort of a nerd, waiting to be elected for the most polite junior. Not at all. He was the lead of a theatre club. He was an actual drama queen. I'm not saying that only for dramas he created, but because he was an actual queen. And by that i mean queer. Oh come on like you didn't know? He has red hair! Fire red hair!!

That didn't stop girls from staring though, each had many sex offers, each used a lot of them. From both genders of course *wink*

Ok I'm supposed to be a professional objective outsider. So, can you guess who will put his foot down on this one? 

-

It was a normal morning. He was looking in the mirror, thinking about someone or something in particular. Everyone is self conscious sometimes, even the prettiest girls and handsomest boys. But when he looked down onto his unbearably tight pants and smoothest ass, he couldn't help but to crack a crooked smile. For himself. He deserved it. 

Once he was in the beautiful cadillac, precious old Prince, he turned up the volume of the radio. He could sing, not that well as he thought, but well enough for his own ears. Hitting that high note of Freedom 90', he pulled on school's parking lot. His jeans became even tighter, George Michael had that effect on him. He thought of a short bathroom session...(too explicit? wait for it)

Tune in his breath, backpack on one shoulder, he stepped into the corridor, shaking his head. He opened his locker. His boots were making a steady rhythm as he walked to his first class. He greeted the popular ones, smiled to the kind ones and ignored the others. 

Who wouldn't like to be him?

They both sat down in unison, each surrounded by their own fans. They gave each other a death glare before settling down comfortably, waiting for teacher. In case it isn't obvious, they hated each other. And don't start with that love and hate being very close and blah blah. I mean it. The meanest, gruesomest and nastiest words came out of their mouths. 

"Write a paper about America's best poet! Your own choice."

She was a nice person but nobody really liked her and my opinion doesn't matter. Gerard hated her on the outside, Frank hated her on the inside. 

"Ms, does he actually have to be a famous poet? Who writes and everything?"

"Mr. Iero, what kind of a question is that?"

"Oh i just meant that since i make Gerard scream and others sing, it counts? Oh and obviously much comes out of me too, if you don't believe me you ca-"