ArtIs-TheKey

The kiss was everything frank had hoped for. Fireworks, explosions and hot. Very hot. To have his art teacher over him pinning him to the bed and taking full advantage of his mouth was wrong but to Frank it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. The kiss was full of teeth and tongues a battle for domination that Gerard won with ease. Frank bucked his hips up wishing for more friction only to be met with a chuckle from his teacher who then pulled back and stood. "As much as I would like to do this we have to be down in the foyer..." Gerard looked down at his watch then spun round grabbed his jacket, "now. Move." He pulled frank off the

The key was hanging from his finger, his palm was to sweaty to grip the cool metal. Mr Ways door loomed in front of him like the gates of hell. He was terrified. Frank had always hated the unknown and that was exactly what was waiting for him on the other side of the white door. The key slipped from his finger and clattered to the ground, the sound echoed down the empty hall and made Frank jump. He looked at the silver key lying on the bleak carpet and made his decision. In one movement he knelt down picked up the key and slotted it into the keyhole. With a twist of his wrist, the door creaked open. The room was messy, clothes covered the fl

What remained of the fading light glistened in the pool surrounding my feet. The dark crimson stuck to my boots and dried beneath my chipped nails. Her ebony locks that had been left wild and dishevelled after her pathetic struggle framed her colourless face. Her icy blues where filled with despair almost begging me but her numbed lips failed to move. My cravings where slowly dissipating and all I could think about was how much closer I was to fame. To power. Ever since we started, the day the band and I packed the kit into the van and set off on our journey, I wanted to be the best. I wanted to everyone to remember my name. No matter how lo

"So, what should I do?" Frank had just spilled everything to Lynz while they were sitting on the curb outside the hotel waiting for the bus. She listened patiently while frank went through everything, even his dream. "Sorry dude. You're going to either have to suck it up and deal with it or say something to him." She shrugs and pats his knee. "Just be thankful your creepy stalker is hot." He puts his head between his knees and swears under his breath. "Fuck you Lindsey!" "Oh honey, you wish!" She pats him hard on the back and stands. "You better not be grumpy all day. The bus is here." They sat next to each other again, out of Mr Way's ea

When frank woke up, he was alone. The room filled with the bright morning light and for a second Frank forgot where he was. Looking around the room the events from last night came rushing back to him. He rose up from the crumpled sheets and searched the room for some clothes. He settled for pair of boxers that he hoped were clean and went to search for Gerard. He found him in the kitchen, fussing over a rather confusing looking coffee machine. Frank lent back against the doorframe and watched him move around the kitchen. Gerard turned to face him holding a steaming mug of black coffee. "Do you want some?" Gerard held the cup towards Frank an