School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Seven - Desperate Times Require Sharpie Markers

**IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END**

Frank's POV

I feel his warm lips against my cold ones, bony fingers cupping the sides of my face, Mr. Way's body scooting closer to mine.

This was better than coffee, and coffee is fucking amazing.

What started with an innocent peck, a little kiss to test his feelings towards me quickly turned into something more, our lips moving in sync against each other and our legs pressed against the other's under the table. Our lips slowly part and I run my tongue along his bottom lip, showing him just how much he's missing out, and inevitably making my feelings for him grow.

Shit. But this felt so good.

Surprisingly, he gladly opens his mouth and lets my tongue roam it, and the way he kisses me back desperately shows me he has no intention of breaking apart. And to be honest, neither do I.

Gerard's mouth tastes like cigarettes and coffee, and his taste is fucking addictive. It is even better than the actual taste of smoking the nicotine stick or drinking the liquid from a cup, because it is mixed with the taste of him.

My hands slide from his shoulders to his neck, my thumbs subconsciously caressing his jaw line, and his are still cupping both sides of my face, his fingers tangled in my hair and pulling at it, making small sounds come from the back of my throat and being swallowed inside the kiss.

Despite our reluctance, our breathing becomes even more uneven, and we both seem to realize that we need to breathe, so we pull back, my eyes still closed, but stay close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips.

When I open my eyes, I see his are closed, brow furrowed, and I notice our hands are still in their previous positions, but before I can move or speak or think, Gerard is placing kisses down my jaw and onto the side of my neck, earning a small and soundless moan.

"Fuck your age, fuck the school, I don't fucking care," He says in between kisses, and even though I know what he means, I want to hear him say it, so I tilt my head to the side to give him more access to my neck, which he gladly accepts and trails his lips up my neck and under my ear, where he sucks slightly, definitely leaving a hickey.

As he seems lost in the moment, I decide to speak. "You were saying?"

"Hm?" Gerard asks once he is done with the skin on my neck, staring up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes through his girl-like long lashes. "Oh, right. I don't give a fucking shit about anyone. I've made up my mind, I want you. You are so addicting Frank, Jesus Christ." Gerard says and once he's finished, he leans his forehead against mine and presses a kiss against my lips.

I nod, allowing a small smile play on my lips.

"But we have to be careful, Frank. If anyone finds out, we're dead- I am dead. I won't only lose my job, I'll go to fucking jail, and shit, if Mikey finds out, or my family-" I cut him off with another peck on the lips to stop his ranting.

"They won't. No one will, Gee," I use the nickname Mikey called him earlier, and watch his lips tug upwards in a smile, mine mirroring his. Shit, this was really happening.

He nods. "Okay. I trust you. More than I should," Gerard lets out a breathy laugh, and then pulls away from me to sit far enough so that it doesn't look like anything intimate. I watch him extract his phone from his jeans' pocket. "Do you have your phone?"

I pat my pockets and let out a frustrated sigh when I realize I left it at my house, I couldn't live without my phone, whether it was for browsing the internet or texting, my phone was a part of my life, I can't believe I left it home.