School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Eight - The Chapter Where Everyone Becomes A Musician

Frank's POV

I knock on the door with my heart in my mouth. Was he gonna call it off? Say that this was illegal and that he was stupid and I was just 'a kid'?

"Come in,"

I brace myself for the worst and open the door, briefly scanning the empty classroom and frowning when I don't see Gerard anywhere.

"Mr. Way?" I call, and hear a rustling coming from the storage closet, giving away his position. I lock the door behind me and place my schoolbag on his desk before making my way towards the small room where some of the less used stuff is stored.

The door is ajar, so I open it fully and see Gerard bending over and looking through a box in the floor.

"Is this gonna be our tradition now?" I speak, locking the door to the small room behind me and leaning on it, my arms crossed over my chest and a smirk playing at my lips. He hears me and snaps around, smiling a small smile when he sees me in the dimly lighted room. "Every time I enter the room your pretty ass is gonna be up in the air for me? That's a great idea, I encourage it."

He shakes his head and stands up, stepping closer to me so he has me pinned against the wooden door, his hands at either side of my head, sporting a grin.

"I missed your stupid comments," Gerard speaks and places a kiss on my lips.

I don't answer, and instead wrap my hand around his black tie to pull him impossibly closer to smash his lips down onto mine, both of us humming in pleasure. His hands find their way to my hips, and I tangle my free hand that isn't fisted in his tie in his black hair.

Even though it had only been two days, I missed the way his lips felt against mine, and I showed it in the kiss, tugging at the strands of hairs on the back of his head and kissing him furiously. What was an open-mouthed kiss soon turned into a make out when he let my tongue roam his mouth yet again, the taste of cigarettes and coffee and him making me moan.

I spin us around and press him against the door, our chests pressed against each other, and I place my leg in between his, rubbing my thigh against his growing bulge in those tight as fuck jeans.

"Oh, Frank..." Gerard moans after detaching our lips and throwing his head back against the wooden door with his eyes closed and his lips parted. Fuck, he was attractive.

I trail small kisses down his jaw and the side of his neck, still rubbing him with my thigh through the denim and letting him grind his hips back. I move the collar of his shirt with my hand to reach the skin of his collarbone and wrap my lips around the skin to leave a purple mark on it, using my other hand to replace my thigh and palm him through his jeans.

Mr. Way mutters a profanity that the Principal surely wouldn't like him saying in front of a student, but then again, I was rubbing his dick through his jeans.

"Please, Frankie..." I raise an eyebrow at the nickname, but undo his jeans at his wish and drop to my knees in front of him. Once I manage to get his pants pooled around his ankles (he wears some really tight jeans that aren't easy to slide off) I hook my thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and tug them down along with his jeans, letting his erection spring free, man, he was big.

I look up at him, my hands firmly grasping his thighs, and he looks back, his lips still parted, as I lean forward and slowly run my tongue up the slit.

"Ah!" Gerard moans and slaps a hand over his mouth to try and keep quiet, the other one firmly placed on my head as I wrap my lips around his member and slide all the way down, a muffled moan escaping his mouth once again.