A Lesson to be Learned - Chapter 7
I stare at Mr. Iero incredulously as he smirks again before putting his hand on my cheek and closing his eyes, guiding his lips back to mine. His lips press against mine and I hesitate for a moment before finally closing my eyes and returning the slight pressure. He makes a small noise of approval and moves his hand up to thread it in my hair, pulling me closer to him.
I let myself fall forward towards his lap, careful to keep our lips attached. This is by far the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. His tongue traces over my bottom lip and I freeze, not sure of what is even okay to do. I've only kissed two people before in my life, and neither of them were a fucking teacher.
“Stop over thinking it,” he murmurs, the breath from his words ghosts over my lips creating a cool feeling where his tongue wet them.
He slides his tongue along my lip again and I hesitantly let my mouth open slightly. Mr. Iero sighs with satisfaction, letting his tongue dip inside my mouth, brushing against my own. His hand slides up to tangle in my hair making my breathing stop as I let out a low whimper.
His tongue slips over mine, leaving behind a faint taste of cigarettes and what I assume is mint gum. I cautiously flick my tongue against his, receiving a pleased sigh which finally stirs a bit of courage in me.
I reach up my hand tentatively and glide my fingers up his jaw as I move my tongue in a slow rhythm with his. Mr. Iero turns his head a little, diving his tongue further into my mouth. I moan quietly and let my hand move up into his hair, tightening my fingers around the strands and tugging him closer to me.
Mr. Iero groans quietly at first but before I can barely register the noise, he’s disentangling us, pulling back to look at me. I widen my eyes, not sure what’s wrong. Was I not supposed to touch his hair? Wow, way to go, Gerard. Fuck up everything with the first kiss, as usual.
“We can’t do this,” Mr. Iero pants out between breaths. “This is wrong. We - we shouldn’t be doing this. I - ”
I nod slowly and watch as he runs his tattooed fingers through his hair, nearly pulling the strands out. I never expected any of this to happen, so it’s not too disappointing for him to finally realize we can’t do this. Teachers and students aren’t supposed to hook up.
We stare at each other for a moment, both biting our lips unsure of what to say. The silence grows awkward, with only the movie playing in the background and I wonder if I should just get up and leave. Go home and talk to my mom about the possibility of transferring schools maybe. I’m about to move from the couch when Mr. Iero finally speaks.
“Fuck it,” he murmurs, smashing our lips together again and wasting no time in reacquainting his tongue with mine. I choke out a surprised moan before closing my eyes and letting his tongue manipulate mine around.
He turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hand moves from my cheek down over my neck before tangling in the front of my school shirt. His lips detach from mine and follow the same path as his hands, trailing kisses down my jawline and neck. I gasp, willing my breathing to even out and not sound as panicked as I’m feeling.
“Mr. Iero,” I pant out as his hand slips down my chest, settling over the rapidly growing bulge in my pants and squeezing softly.
“Frank,” he hisses, his breath hot against my throat.
“W-what?” I ask, my eyes snapping wide-open.
“Frank,” he repeats, a small, husky laugh escaping his throat. “My name is Frank.”
Wow, I hadn’t even considered the fact that he had a first name. How did that small detail escape me? Does he think I’m rude for not having asked before?
Before my brain can go any further on that train of thought, Mr. Iero - Frank - bites down on the pulse point on my neck, causing my eyes to shut as a loud moan rumbles out from my lips. His grip on my crotch tightens again, his thumb rubbing circles over the fly on my pants and I have to strain to keep myself breathing.
I bite down on my lip, forcing my harsh breaths out through the smallest opening possible and focus on not letting myself go too early. Nothing will ruin this moment more, Gerard, than you coming inside your pants like some uncontrolled animal.
“Is this okay?” Frank breathes against my neck again, the warm air causing a weird sensation over the wet parts of my skin. I swallow and give a quick, enthusiastic nod, earning more bites and kisses along my throat. Frank works swiftly to unbutton my pants, quickly shoving his hand down to palm my completely hard dick through my boxers. “What all do you want?”
“I d-don’t know,” I stammer out, willing my brain to work at a normal pace. His fingers trail down my length and I buck up into the touch wanting more. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Oh?” Frank muses, his nose skimming over my Adam’s apple as his fingers work their way into my boxers and wrap around my already leaking cock. I give a sharp nod, my voice catching in my throat and leaving me unable to vocalize my assent. “We can go slowly then.”
His grip on my cock tightens as he starts to stroke his hand up and down, using my precum to make his motions easier. He thumbs over my slit and I buck up into his hand, a moan spilling out of my lips before I can stop it.
Frank pulls back from where he’s been kissing along my jaw and his hazel eyes stare into mine as he twists his hand up and down my length, pulling it out of my boxers into the cold air of his apartment. I bite my lip, staring back intently into his eyes and thrust up again into his fist, wanting more than Frank seems willing to give. Frank seems to catch on because his movements get faster, and my hips continue to meet his strokes in a perfect rhythm.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, my mouth falling slack as Frank thumbs over my slit again, twisting his fist as he slides it down my cock. Heat starts pool in my abdomen and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. It’s with just one more flick of Frank’s wrist, and my come is splattering across his hand, pants and shirt, his name spilling from my lips and echoing loudly around the room. I force my eyes to open again, my breathing frantically trying to return to normal, and notice Frank’s still staring at me, a smile plastered across his perfect face.
He leans in, pressing his lips to mine giving me just enough reaction time to kiss back before he pulls away to smile at me more.
“Well that was incredible,” he states, his grin widening even more. I nod, still unable to speak and glance down at his pants.
“Uh,” I gesture vaguely at him. “Should I - uh…”
“What?” Frank asks, tilting his head a bit to the side like a confused puppy before realization finally hits. “Oh! No, no, don’t worry. I’m… All set?”
His face is starting to grow red and I realize what he must mean. I instantly blush even more than him as the idea of me coming making Frank jizz his own pants takes over my mind. I made my English teacher cream his pants while he gave me a hand job, oh my God.
“Well,” Frank murmurs, glancing around the room in an almost awkward manner before focusing back on me. “Guess we should clean up and get you home, yeah?”
I nod and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and fusses around wiping the already-drying come off my stomach. I run through the day’s events as Frank gets up and moves around his apartment, changing his clothes and searching for his keys that he doesn’t remember sitting down.
He finally locates them in the kitchen and we shuffle out of his apartment, the zombie movie still playing on the flatscreen. The car ride is quiet again, mainly due to the fact that I don’t know if Frank even wants me to say anything at this point. For all I know, he could hate the fact that this even happened. He’s probably writing his letter of resignation from Queen of Peace in his head as he weaves the car through the streets of the city and brings us closer to my house.
I stay quiet until we reach my street and I point Frank in the right direction and indicate my driveway and silently thank whatever God decided to cause my mother not to be home yet. It’s so much easier to only deal with Mikey’s questioning, no matter how incessant he can be.
“Well,” I huff out, my hand already gripping the door handle. “Thanks, I guess? Um…”
“Listen, Gerard,” Frank says, his eyes boring into mine again. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’d like to do this again, just, we can’t tell anyone, okay? I’d lose my job, and probably end up in prison. I don’t think I’d do well in prison.”
He laughs, but I just nod solemnly in understanding. I hadn’t even considered that all of this could lead to trouble on his end. He could get fired, go to prison, and get in so much trouble just for sticking his hand down my pants.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind us doing this again?” Frank continues, his voice sounding unsure and his face almost looking so hopefully I feel my stomach flip over.
“No,” I blurt out, causing Frank’s face to fall before I can rectify my mistake. “Wait! No, I mean no as in I wouldn’t mind! I’d love to do this again. Hands down this was the best evening I’ve had in a while, promise.”
I give him a soft smile, one he returns eagerly, his white teeth sparkling in the dim lighting of the car.
“Good,” he says, still smiling. “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in class then.”
I nod, taking that as my cue to leave and pull the handle, pushing the door open into the rapidly darkening neighborhood. I exit the car and make my way up the driveway, turning around just in time to see Frank backing out onto the street. He honks his horn shortly and takes off down the road. I wait until he turns left at the intersection before turning and going into the house.
I can hear Mikey fumbling around in the kitchen and know he probably has seen who dropped me off, but I don’t feel like dealing with his interrogations right now, so I walk straight down into my room, shutting the door behind me.
As I lay on my bed, thoughts of the day flash through my head and I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to do the same thing again, but this time with Frank in my room. I glance around the mess and realize I should probably clean in the event that ever does happen. But I guess that can wait till later.
A/N:
Okay okay okay, yes I know this took forever. Yes, I know it's shit.
Yes, I know it's short. Yes, i know there's probably mistakes as this
chapter hasn't been beta'd.
Like always, comments fuel the fire.
Much love, Amandaღ
I let myself fall forward towards his lap, careful to keep our lips attached. This is by far the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. His tongue traces over my bottom lip and I freeze, not sure of what is even okay to do. I've only kissed two people before in my life, and neither of them were a fucking teacher.
“Stop over thinking it,” he murmurs, the breath from his words ghosts over my lips creating a cool feeling where his tongue wet them.
He slides his tongue along my lip again and I hesitantly let my mouth open slightly. Mr. Iero sighs with satisfaction, letting his tongue dip inside my mouth, brushing against my own. His hand slides up to tangle in my hair making my breathing stop as I let out a low whimper.
His tongue slips over mine, leaving behind a faint taste of cigarettes and what I assume is mint gum. I cautiously flick my tongue against his, receiving a pleased sigh which finally stirs a bit of courage in me.
I reach up my hand tentatively and glide my fingers up his jaw as I move my tongue in a slow rhythm with his. Mr. Iero turns his head a little, diving his tongue further into my mouth. I moan quietly and let my hand move up into his hair, tightening my fingers around the strands and tugging him closer to me.
Mr. Iero groans quietly at first but before I can barely register the noise, he’s disentangling us, pulling back to look at me. I widen my eyes, not sure what’s wrong. Was I not supposed to touch his hair? Wow, way to go, Gerard. Fuck up everything with the first kiss, as usual.
“We can’t do this,” Mr. Iero pants out between breaths. “This is wrong. We - we shouldn’t be doing this. I - ”
I nod slowly and watch as he runs his tattooed fingers through his hair, nearly pulling the strands out. I never expected any of this to happen, so it’s not too disappointing for him to finally realize we can’t do this. Teachers and students aren’t supposed to hook up.
We stare at each other for a moment, both biting our lips unsure of what to say. The silence grows awkward, with only the movie playing in the background and I wonder if I should just get up and leave. Go home and talk to my mom about the possibility of transferring schools maybe. I’m about to move from the couch when Mr. Iero finally speaks.
“Fuck it,” he murmurs, smashing our lips together again and wasting no time in reacquainting his tongue with mine. I choke out a surprised moan before closing my eyes and letting his tongue manipulate mine around.
He turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hand moves from my cheek down over my neck before tangling in the front of my school shirt. His lips detach from mine and follow the same path as his hands, trailing kisses down my jawline and neck. I gasp, willing my breathing to even out and not sound as panicked as I’m feeling.
“Mr. Iero,” I pant out as his hand slips down my chest, settling over the rapidly growing bulge in my pants and squeezing softly.
“Frank,” he hisses, his breath hot against my throat.
“W-what?” I ask, my eyes snapping wide-open.
“Frank,” he repeats, a small, husky laugh escaping his throat. “My name is Frank.”
Wow, I hadn’t even considered the fact that he had a first name. How did that small detail escape me? Does he think I’m rude for not having asked before?
Before my brain can go any further on that train of thought, Mr. Iero - Frank - bites down on the pulse point on my neck, causing my eyes to shut as a loud moan rumbles out from my lips. His grip on my crotch tightens again, his thumb rubbing circles over the fly on my pants and I have to strain to keep myself breathing.
I bite down on my lip, forcing my harsh breaths out through the smallest opening possible and focus on not letting myself go too early. Nothing will ruin this moment more, Gerard, than you coming inside your pants like some uncontrolled animal.
“Is this okay?” Frank breathes against my neck again, the warm air causing a weird sensation over the wet parts of my skin. I swallow and give a quick, enthusiastic nod, earning more bites and kisses along my throat. Frank works swiftly to unbutton my pants, quickly shoving his hand down to palm my completely hard dick through my boxers. “What all do you want?”
“I d-don’t know,” I stammer out, willing my brain to work at a normal pace. His fingers trail down my length and I buck up into the touch wanting more. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Oh?” Frank muses, his nose skimming over my Adam’s apple as his fingers work their way into my boxers and wrap around my already leaking cock. I give a sharp nod, my voice catching in my throat and leaving me unable to vocalize my assent. “We can go slowly then.”
His grip on my cock tightens as he starts to stroke his hand up and down, using my precum to make his motions easier. He thumbs over my slit and I buck up into his hand, a moan spilling out of my lips before I can stop it.
Frank pulls back from where he’s been kissing along my jaw and his hazel eyes stare into mine as he twists his hand up and down my length, pulling it out of my boxers into the cold air of his apartment. I bite my lip, staring back intently into his eyes and thrust up again into his fist, wanting more than Frank seems willing to give. Frank seems to catch on because his movements get faster, and my hips continue to meet his strokes in a perfect rhythm.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, my mouth falling slack as Frank thumbs over my slit again, twisting his fist as he slides it down my cock. Heat starts pool in my abdomen and I know that I’m not going to last much longer. It’s with just one more flick of Frank’s wrist, and my come is splattering across his hand, pants and shirt, his name spilling from my lips and echoing loudly around the room. I force my eyes to open again, my breathing frantically trying to return to normal, and notice Frank’s still staring at me, a smile plastered across his perfect face.
He leans in, pressing his lips to mine giving me just enough reaction time to kiss back before he pulls away to smile at me more.
“Well that was incredible,” he states, his grin widening even more. I nod, still unable to speak and glance down at his pants.
“Uh,” I gesture vaguely at him. “Should I - uh…”
“What?” Frank asks, tilting his head a bit to the side like a confused puppy before realization finally hits. “Oh! No, no, don’t worry. I’m… All set?”
His face is starting to grow red and I realize what he must mean. I instantly blush even more than him as the idea of me coming making Frank jizz his own pants takes over my mind. I made my English teacher cream his pants while he gave me a hand job, oh my God.
“Well,” Frank murmurs, glancing around the room in an almost awkward manner before focusing back on me. “Guess we should clean up and get you home, yeah?”
I nod and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and fusses around wiping the already-drying come off my stomach. I run through the day’s events as Frank gets up and moves around his apartment, changing his clothes and searching for his keys that he doesn’t remember sitting down.
He finally locates them in the kitchen and we shuffle out of his apartment, the zombie movie still playing on the flatscreen. The car ride is quiet again, mainly due to the fact that I don’t know if Frank even wants me to say anything at this point. For all I know, he could hate the fact that this even happened. He’s probably writing his letter of resignation from Queen of Peace in his head as he weaves the car through the streets of the city and brings us closer to my house.
I stay quiet until we reach my street and I point Frank in the right direction and indicate my driveway and silently thank whatever God decided to cause my mother not to be home yet. It’s so much easier to only deal with Mikey’s questioning, no matter how incessant he can be.
“Well,” I huff out, my hand already gripping the door handle. “Thanks, I guess? Um…”
“Listen, Gerard,” Frank says, his eyes boring into mine again. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’d like to do this again, just, we can’t tell anyone, okay? I’d lose my job, and probably end up in prison. I don’t think I’d do well in prison.”
He laughs, but I just nod solemnly in understanding. I hadn’t even considered that all of this could lead to trouble on his end. He could get fired, go to prison, and get in so much trouble just for sticking his hand down my pants.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind us doing this again?” Frank continues, his voice sounding unsure and his face almost looking so hopefully I feel my stomach flip over.
“No,” I blurt out, causing Frank’s face to fall before I can rectify my mistake. “Wait! No, I mean no as in I wouldn’t mind! I’d love to do this again. Hands down this was the best evening I’ve had in a while, promise.”
I give him a soft smile, one he returns eagerly, his white teeth sparkling in the dim lighting of the car.
“Good,” he says, still smiling. “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in class then.”
I nod, taking that as my cue to leave and pull the handle, pushing the door open into the rapidly darkening neighborhood. I exit the car and make my way up the driveway, turning around just in time to see Frank backing out onto the street. He honks his horn shortly and takes off down the road. I wait until he turns left at the intersection before turning and going into the house.
I can hear Mikey fumbling around in the kitchen and know he probably has seen who dropped me off, but I don’t feel like dealing with his interrogations right now, so I walk straight down into my room, shutting the door behind me.
As I lay on my bed, thoughts of the day flash through my head and I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to do the same thing again, but this time with Frank in my room. I glance around the mess and realize I should probably clean in the event that ever does happen. But I guess that can wait till later.
A/N:
Okay okay okay, yes I know this took forever. Yes, I know it's shit.
Yes, I know it's short. Yes, i know there's probably mistakes as this
chapter hasn't been beta'd.
Like always, comments fuel the fire.
Much love, Amandaღ