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Gerard's POV

"Frank! Will you sit down and do your work?" I shouted across to the tattooed kid from across my class, wishing he'd sit still for at least a second.

"Yes Mr Way" he smirked before climbing off his desk to sit back in his seat. I glared at him as his smirk grew wider but that wasn't the only think that grew. However wrong it may be, I was dating my student.

Frank knew which buttons to press when it came to him being in my second period Art class. He knew called me "Mr Way" would set my heart racing, pumping it to my groin.

I cut off our staring match by announcing that Frank had detention after school. Frank face faltered when he realised that I wasn't taking the detention class after school. I really was giving him detention .

I smirked at his as he stuck his head down and started sketching out the outline to his portrait piece.

I loved teasing Frank. In some ways he was my little play thing, I could dominate over him and he would submit fully, letting me have my way with him in so many different ways.

I sat back down at my desk, shuffling through various pieces of paper when a scrunched paper ball landing on my desk shortly after it landing softly on the top of my head. I glanced up at the class, seeing all of them working quietly on their final graded piece.

I picked up the ball of paper and unraveled it, straightening it out of it's painful form.

You better make this up to me tonight. I expect orgasms and lots of them bitch!

I bit my bottom lip and glanced back up, now seeing Frank facing fully towards me, a frown graced upon his features. I coughed quietly before finding a pen in my drawer and replying to the message.

I got up off my seat and wandered casually to Frank's desk.

"May I see how far you've progressed Franklin?" I asked, taunting him without the whole class knowing. He hated being called Franklin.

"Okay I guess" he said through gritted teeth. I merely smiled in reply before subtly dropping the scrunched note onto his desk, beside his drawing of a white guitar.

Baby, I'll make you feel it for weeks

I glanced back at him, seeing him biting at his bottom lip in anticipation.

Hell yeah

~

"You just love seeing me bored, don't you?" Frank shouted through my apartment after slamming the front door.

I sniggered and continued to slice the onion on the chopping board, preparing it to be put in dinner.

He stomped in, chucking his bag on the sofa before walking up behind me. He wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, whining softly before swiping his wet tongue against the lobe of my ear.

"I missed you baby" he purred in my ear softly. I chuckled softly and walked away, tipping the diced onion into the pot of soup, stirring it until the little cubes of white fell under the orange surface

"I'm sure Mr Mitchell fancies me. I bent down to pick up my pen and saw him checking me out. Be afraid, very afraid!" He said, smirking as he hopped up on the kitchen worktop.

"All the teacher's want your hot ass. What can I say? I got there first" I said, winking at him before placing a chase kiss on his lips. He giggled sweetly and wrapped his legs around my waist, hooking them at the small of my back.

"Can't you wait until after dinner?" I smirked, licking the spoon I had just stirred the soup with, seductively.

"You owe me. I spend all detention imagining your dick hard for me through those work pants of yours" He replied, pulling me closer to him. I looked up and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth then bit it. He hissed and panted out a rough breath.

"Wait!" I demanded before pulling away, a smirk plastered on my face. He loved it when I took control and I was more than happy too.

He knew he'd get what he wanted at some point, especially when he knew I wanted to fuck him over every surface available as much as he wanted me to do it.

"Horny 18 year olds" I muttered and rolled my eyes fondly. Frank sniggered and jumped off the kitchen surface.

"Horny 23 year olds" he replied softly before nipping at my neck from behind.

He was going to get it so hard.

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Gerard's POV

"Frank! Will you sit down and do your work?" I shouted across to the tattooed kid from across my class, wishing he'd sit still for at least a second.

"Yes Mr Way" he smirked before climbing off his desk to sit back in his seat. I glared at him as his smirk grew wider but that wasn't the only think that grew. However wrong it may be, I was dating my student.

Frank knew which buttons to press when it came to him being in my second period Art class. He knew called me "Mr Way" would set my heart racing, pumping it to my groin.

I cut off our staring match by announcing that Frank had detention after school. Frank face faltered when he realised that I wasn't taking the detention class after school. I really was giving him detention .

I smirked at his as he stuck his head down and started sketching out the outline to his portrait piece.

I loved teasing Frank. In some ways he was my little play thing, I could dominate over him and he would submit fully, letting me have my way with him in so many different ways.

I sat back down at my desk, shuffling through various pieces of paper when a scrunched paper ball landing on my desk shortly after it landing softly on the top of my head. I glanced up at the class, seeing all of them working quietly on their final graded piece.

I picked up the ball of paper and unraveled it, straightening it out of it's painful form.

You better make this up to me tonight. I expect orgasms and lots of them bitch!

I bit my bottom lip and glanced back up, now seeing Frank facing fully towards me, a frown graced upon his features. I coughed quietly before finding a pen in my drawer and replying to the message.

I got up off my seat and wandered casually to Frank's desk.

"May I see how far you've progressed Franklin?" I asked, taunting him without the whole class knowing. He hated being called Franklin.

"Okay I guess" he said through gritted teeth. I merely smiled in reply before subtly dropping the scrunched note onto his desk, beside his drawing of a white guitar.

Baby, I'll make you feel it for weeks

I glanced back at him, seeing him biting at his bottom lip in anticipation.

Hell yeah

~

"You just love seeing me bored, don't you?" Frank shouted through my apartment after slamming the front door.

I sniggered and continued to slice the onion on the chopping board, preparing it to be put in dinner.

He stomped in, chucking his bag on the sofa before walking up behind me. He wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, whining softly before swiping his wet tongue against the lobe of my ear.

"I missed you baby" he purred in my ear softly. I chuckled softly and walked away, tipping the diced onion into the pot of soup, stirring it until the little cubes of white fell under the orange surface

"I'm sure Mr Mitchell fancies me. I bent down to pick up my pen and saw him checking me out. Be afraid, very afraid!" He said, smirking as he hopped up on the kitchen worktop.

"All the teacher's want your hot ass. What can I say? I got there first" I said, winking at him before placing a chase kiss on his lips. He giggled sweetly and wrapped his legs around my waist, hooking them at the small of my back.

"Can't you wait until after dinner?" I smirked, licking the spoon I had just stirred the soup with, seductively.

"You owe me. I spend all detention imagining your dick hard for me through those work pants of yours" He replied, pulling me closer to him. I looked up and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth then bit it. He hissed and panted out a rough breath.

"Wait!" I demanded before pulling away, a smirk plastered on my face. He loved it when I took control and I was more than happy too.

He knew he'd get what he wanted at some point, especially when he knew I wanted to fuck him over every surface available as much as he wanted me to do it.

"Horny 18 year olds" I muttered and rolled my eyes fondly. Frank sniggered and jumped off the kitchen surface.

"Horny 23 year olds" he replied softly before nipping at my neck from behind.

He was going to get it so hard.