Even though Gerard had warned me he wouldn't be at school the following week so he could recover from everything, it was still upsetting to not see him.
He urged me to take time off, too, but I said I'd rather just get back into the swing of things – and it was true. I didn't want to sit around moping – not when Gerard had 'fixed it.'
I'd been terrified as to what that meant. At first, he was determined to not tell me what had happened, and I feared the worst. It was only after I confronted him that he told me.
"You...think I killed him?" He asked. I gulped.
"Did you?" I asked shakily. He burst out laughing.
"What? Jesus, Frank. No, I didn't fucking kill him! God. I just hit him around a bit. He's fine." He laughed, the tears pouring down his cheeks. I rolled my eyes at him.
It made me feel better, though, and so I went to school, even knowing that I'd miss him. I was glad as soon as I did though – otherwise I wouldn't have walked into the best conversation of my whole year.
I hadn't been looking forward to English, until I heard Anna's voice, clear as a bell:
"He definitely has a big dick."
"Didn't your brother fuck him?" Jasmine responded.
"No! Shut up!" she screeched. I bit my lip, smiling, knowing straight away who they meant.
"I just...I don't know. Maybe it only looks big. Maybe it's super small." Emily considered.
"Oh, please. The thing looks like it's gonna pop out any second." Anna snickered. I snorted, grabbing their attention.
"Of course, Frank Iero knows all about Mr. Way's dick, after having it up his ass." Jasmine sneered. I smiled because, hey, she wasn't wrong.
"Go on, Frankie. Is his cock big?" Anna snapped, apparently still mad that I didn't want to do her.
"Yep. Massive. Biggest cock I've ever seen." I said casually. Once again – I wasn't wrong.
"Yeah, right. Like he'd actually go near Frank." Emily mumbled, signifying the end of the conversation. I turned away, back to my work, a big grin on my face.
TO: Gee.
(12:34pm)
The girls are wondering if you have a big cock. I told them that you did. <3
FROM: Gee.
(12:38pm)
Thank you for protecting my honor. Want a picture to remind yourself of how big my cock is?
(or, if you're not feeling up to that, I can just send you a picture of me missing you)
I smiled at his consideration. Ever since what happened, he'd been so good at the sexual stuff (or, not doing it). If our texts or phonecalls got a bit heated, he'd been very good at stopping straight away and making sure I was doing okay. Most times I was, but sometimes it got slightly overwhelming.
To put it plainly, I just wasn't that interested in sex right now, and he was okay with that. I felt insanely lucky.
TO: Gee.
(12:45pm)
Send me the cock. I wanna make sure I didn't give them improper information.
I chuckled to myself as I bounced my phone in my lap, waiting for his response.
I wasn't sure if he was doing this just to tease me, or if there was another reason for him leaving me hanging, but he didn't actually send me the picture for almost 15 minutes.
It was more than worth it when he did, though. I opened the picture and gasped. His hand was wrapped firmly around his hard cock, his balls looking heavy and tight. I could even see precum glistening off the swollen tip. My mouth watered.
