monopoly and moar boys

[mwestbelle]

Last night was the most INTENSE Monopoly game of my ENTIRE LIFE. FIVE HOURS. SHOUTING, SUICIDE, STRIPPERS AND TROPHY BOYS WIVES. It was awesome. A++, would play again.

Unfortunately, I was sitting half on a matress on the floor, so my lower back and tailbone are KILLING ME NOW, plus I had ballroom dance this morning, with rumba and HIP ACTION OW. But now I'm back in my room, and it's time for...more picspam! (Very Gerard-heavy)



Great start, Gerard! Love the...tinsel?

Hat over the eyes always makes me drool.

YES. This is my NUMBER ONE VERY FAVORITE picture of Patrick EVER. I need dom!Patrick.

Look at all of their little faces

I'm happy when you're happy!

HAT. And SHIRT. And FACE.

I really dig the composition of this, as well as Ryan's slinky hips.

Another super-duper fave. I dig dead!Brendon, what can I say? (Oh god, Zombiesex plotbunnies!)

I know it's part of the stageshow and all, but I just heart how he's all "Agh! GIRLPARTS! DO NOT WANT!"

I want glasses like this. (His hairline looks really receded here)

FACE. (I said it was a recurring theme)

He's just such an adorable puppy!

Caressing! And rosevest! So cute!

Not cute. Hot.

Dorkasses!

Sleepy snugglings! Gryffindor scarf!

Oh Ryan, face.

Happy Ryan!face!

I covet that coat (not to mention what's in it...)

Hey look! When he's not busy being a dorkass, hotass, or fondling Frank, sometimes Gerard sings (just, you know, once in a while)!

Serious!face. I really like that blue with his skintone (wear more color, Gerard!)

I...I don't even know.

ROCKGOD. I'm really into TBP uniforms, I dunno.

GERARD WILL KILL YOU...

...WITH CUTE <3

DON'T EVER GET NEW PANTS, GERARD!

EEHEE, GERARD!

LITTLE FINGERS!

This is my favorite hair, I think.

MOUTH! But I actually really liked the white, too (in the minority, I know).

Just look at the curve of his jaw! (I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU, GERARD, STOP BEING SO AWESOME)

Rocky Horror shirt! (I'M KIDDING GERARD, NEVER STOP!)

NEVER EVER.

EVER.

*flail*

Oh god. The hair in the eyes just MAKES IT.

This looks rather manip-ish, but it's pretty, so I don't care.

BOYFRIENDS.

ANGSTY HOMELESS BOYFRIENDS.

Everytime I think he can't be any more adorable...

*DIES*

You can tell he's serious! He's got his interview!hands!

I...erm...I really like that vest.

...

Yay for ties?

More interview!hands.

Oh hai there, priest!kink, how've you been?

Yeah, I'm good too.


SO MANY HEARTS.

C'mon boys, we may accept eyefuckery from Brendon and Ryan, but we know you can do better.

Oh hush, Gerard.

That's right, go cry to your sister Mikeyway.

This one isn't great for Mikeyway, because adorable as he is, Gerard is just ETHEREALLY PRETTY in this shot.

Tambourine! (Gerard + Spencer + Tambourines?? Y/Y???)

Look! Skintone! STUBBLE!!

This pic was actually my very first introduction to Gerard outside of music vids, back when I was trolling around on Green Day message boards I AM NOT ASHAMED, STOP JUDGING ME! I was all "Wow, the scary guy with the droopy hair looks kinda sweet" Ah, younger self, you had so much to learn.

Pretteh!

Oh no, the SUNGLASSES!

I'm normally not a huge fan of screencaps, but...CUTE.

JON WALKER HAS CRAZY SEX WITH GERARD HAIR. Also, MORE LIPBITING PLZ!

Thank you, Patrick. (I secretly love him best when he's more red-heady.)

Just kidding! I love him best when he's a lounge singer who's taking me going to prom!

LOVE THIS PIC. Just, his EYES, and his HAIR, and somehow both SO PRETTY and REAL BOY.

Semi-creepy awkward smile time!

This is like, an almost-gangsta face. Nice try, Gerard, go ask Gabe for help.

...forget I said anything. You're very good at what you do, honey.

I agree with that shirt.

A tiny part of my brain is going "NOM PETE," but most of it is going "PUPPY!!" Less than three, Hemmy.

Cool.

Mmm...guitarhotness and FIRE. I like FIRE.

MORE COWBELL TAMBOURINE! (Shit, I made that joke last time. Ah well, too bad.)

I don't know who that guy is, but Spencer could power the Eastern Seaboard with that smile.

What is it with bandboys and dorkass sunglasses? There should be a study done. FOR SCIENCE.

Never stops being funny and adorkable.

I love that everyone is Goth Model-y and sexiful in their BP uniforms, and Bob's all "O HAI, I HAS TERRIBLE INFECTIONS TRYIN' TO EAT MAH BRAINZ" (And you know Gerard's all "BRAINZ?!" And Mikey and Frankie have to be like "NOT FOR YOU, GERARD! BOB NEEDS HIS BRAINZ!" And then there's pouting. I DON'T EVEN KNOW)

Agh, so much angsty!pretty

I think Bob is awesome, but he doesn't usually make me go "GUH." ... *point point point* GUH.

REAL SUBTLE, BRENDON.

I approve of: Spencer's jacket (even the weird feathery thing), Ryan and Brendon's jackets, Brendon's FACE
I do not approve of: Jon Walker's Pimpstache (Just, no.)

Mmmmmm.

I want Mikeyway's coat, gloves, glasses. He looks so sweet with his not!boyfriend.

This looked RAWKED majorly for Frank.

I cannot take seriousy anyone who talks to me about guitarsex without mentioning Frank. BENDY.

How so pretty? No, really, HOW?

Look, priest!kink is back! And he brought friends!

*WAVES*

FRECKLES. And god, his eyes are SO GORGEOUS.

OTP, in blue. (Where is the bandom Smurfs AU? Who's Smurfette? We'd have to have a Survivor for the various bandom bicycles.)

I'm so sorry I don't have more pictures of you, Mikeyway! I do love you! I promise!

Frank latches onto Gerard! Gerard grabs for Mikey! OT3!

I love how Gerard looks like he just has EXPANSES of pale flesh exposed, since everyone else is covered practically ankle to chin.

I haven't seen this hair very much, but I like it a lot.

HIS HANDS, THEY DO THINGS TO ME.

If someone asked me to compile a list of pictures you'd have to look at to "get Gerard," this would be pretty high up.

WE LIKE TREES No really, it's not like we lurk in basements or anything!

Gerard, why so feline? Ray, why so...er....

THERE IS NO INCEST IN BANDOM! NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG!

Seriously, Gerard, do you wear pants until they ROT OFF? (Bet he does.)

Painfully pretty! Great colors.

NOM.

SO MUCH SHINY HAIR

Haven't seen you for a while, JWalk. Lookin' sharp.

I lied, I totally want these glasses.

Pouty face! TUMMY!

Don't smirk at me, Jon Walker! It makes me melty

Their FACES are just CLASSIC. And I cannot stop staring at how TINY Ryan is, in his entire self.

Okay, my fingers kinda hurt from capslocking, and I still have real writing to do...so, the last installment of bandspam will be forthcoming. Hope this brings a smile <3

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Brian leaves, shutting the door a little too firmly behind him before Frank has a chance to respond. Frank inhales deeply, closing his eyes and letting himself lie back. He doesn't sleep though--he lies there and listens to the steady sound of Gerard's breathing. He's heard it before--he's felt it, on days Gerard fell asleep technically on the couch but mostly on Frank--but this is the first time he's listened and thought about stopping it. It wouldn't be hard--he could do it fast and be gone. Keeping out of sight would be easier if it was just him, and he hasn't been on the evening news. In fact, finding Gerard's dead body would probably end the whole thing--the protests of an old friend known to enable Gerard in the past wouldn't mean anything and the cops would be glad to have it all over with.

At some point in his thoughts, Frank had gotten up and sat down on the edge of the bed where Gerard slept. He looks down at his friend's still body in the dark and realizes that Gerard's breathing has changed. He's not asleep anymore.

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Before Frank can move away, Gerard opens his eyes and sits up a little. His eyes look strangely hollow and he looks Frank right in the eye.

"If you're going to do it, do it." He leans forward a little, stays propped up on his elbows, staring down Frank, and the distance between their faces is much less than it was a minute ago. They're practically breathing each others' air.

Frank is caught between wanting to lean forward until his lips meet Gerard's or reach out and strangle him. He's frozen into inaction, the two different ideas warring in his head.

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Frank bites at his lower lip, torn. He clenches his fist against his leg, then slowly lifts his hand to curl around Gerard's neck. He feels the sharp, frightened inhale--like an animal's--and flexes his fingers just a little, feeling the tense, corded flesh and pulse of blood, imagines squeezing until there's nothing left.

He squeezes a little, and Gerard gasps again sounding almost like he's crying. And Frank loosens his grip, changes the angle of his hand and slides it up to card through Gerard's hair, leaning close to rest his forehead against Gerard's shoulder, whispers, "I don't want to."

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He can feel Gerard shaking like a leaf, breath coming in little start-and-stop gasps, and he clutches his hands into Gerard's hair harder, almost enough to hurt.

Gerard leans into Frank despite himself and he puts an arm around Frank's back, holding him where he is. Part of him is a little glad it's come to this, because it was either Frank killed him or didn't, and he really didn't want to die, no matter what he had been telling himself since Frank first told him about the killing.

Frank turns his head, nuzzling Gerard's neck softly, and sighs, closing his eyes.

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Gerard shuts his eyes too, fingertips digging a little too hard into Frank's back. Frank just inhales and sighs again. There's still a part of him that's coursing through his blood screaming violence at him. He savors the feeling of hair--soft but kind of greasy--between his fingers (yank, tear) and gropes around with his other hand until he finds Gerard's. He slips his fingers between Gerard's, ignoring the pounding that reminds him how good it would feel to snap each and every one of them.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he whispers without pulling back, breath and lips dragging along the crease of Gerard's neck.

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Gerard tips his head back a little, breath catching, and tries to calm himself down. His heart is still pounding hard and it's hard to swallow. He should probably find it strange that his hand linked around Frank's should calm him down when it was wrapped around his throat bare minutes before.

He lets out a little noise as Frank's lips drag along his neck, somewhere between a sign and a whimper, and his eyes open, heavy-lidded. He's frozen in indecision, though, not knowing how to respond. He just clutches Frank's hand tigher, as though it's a lifeline (and how ironic that Frank's hand should be a lifeline.)

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Frank pulls back a little, just far enough that he can look up into Gerard's eyes. It's a little too dark to see very clearly, but his eyes have mostly adjusted and he can make most everything out.

"Er," he looks away, down at where he can't quite see but knows that their hands are entwined on the sheets. "This isn't about me maybe killing you, right?" It's the first time they've acknowledge it out loud, and Frank really didn't want to, but even though he doesn't have 'expectations' or anything, he wants to know if this (whatever it is) is about what Gerard feels or wht Gerard thinks he has to do to keep Frank happy and non-homicidal.

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"I... what?" Gerard looks at him, the tension in his body even more evident. He's probably reading things wrong, but the maybe puts him on edge, a little.

"No. I mean, I... no." He laughs a little, still nervously. The whole day has been string after string of misinterpretations and saying the wrong things, and it's almost rediculous at this point.

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Frank hates the tension he can feel coming off Gerard in waves. He knows he's been obscenely lucky with Gerard's reactions to his "hobby," still willing to stand by his side and (theoretically) kiss him, but a selfish part of him just wishes Gerard could take this too in stride.

"You sure? I don't, I mean," he ducks his head a little, feeling girly and stupid, thumb stroking little absent-minded circles on the back of Gerard's hand. "I don't want this to be some kind of powerplay, you know?"

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Gerard tries to force himself to relax, but his hand grips harder at Frank's back, fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt. He's blushing a little.

"No, I know. We're fine. Just, I mean, as long as you don't try to kill me again." He lowers his head until his forehead rests against Frank's, and bites his lip, waiting for a reaction. He hates bringing it up. He hates even thinking about it.

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He's so close that all he wants to do is lean in for the kiss that has to be inevitable, just has to. But he's got his morals--yeah, they're fucked up, but they're his and he sticks to them--and he can't, not until everything is clear between them.

"I..." He presses a little against Gerard's forehead. "I already told you I don't want to." It's a non-answer and he knows it.

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Gerard breathes out a little frustrated sigh, and resigns himself to that. He doesn't anticipate getting a more concrete answer out of Frank and even if Frank said he wasn't going to kill him, Gerard is still not interested in bothering him further on the matter.

"Okay," he says finally, because it's the only thing he can think of and his mind is running a million miles a minute at their proximity. He leans forward further until their lips are just barely brushing. "I can live with that."

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Just the brush is enough to make him feel warmth spreading into cheeks and down his neck, the brush combined with gratitude that Gerard isn't pushing him. It's kind of ridiculous, that Gerard isn't going to push the subject of his own survival, but it's so Gerard and Frank feels a stab of emotion deep in his core.

He finally makes good use of his hand on the back of Gerard's head, drawing him in for a real kiss, though still soft. He doesn't want to come out guns a'blazin, they're too fragile right now for that.

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And Gerard would push the issue, but he's never had much in the way of survival instincts or care for his own well-being. Instead, he kisses back, pressing forward a little, and makes a soft noise at the back of his throat.

He's tense again, but it's a whole new kind of tension, one that he hasn't felt since (and has it really been that long?) they kissed in that alleyway weeks ago. He's trying not to let on that he's more than a little desperate for this but he's probably failing, kissing Frank harder.

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Frank responds with enthusiasm, nibbling at Gerard's lower lip and again tightening his hand in his hair. He remembers last time, all bite and adrenaline, and thinks that this is so much better now that they're on a bed, not pressed against a wall and...

Brian is in the next room. It makes Frank freeze and pull back, hand clenching around Gerard's until he can feel his own pulse in his fingers. "We shouldn't," he whispers, still close enough that he just catches Gerard's lips against his as he speaks.

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"Yeah," Gerard manages, but his voice is a little unsteady. He pulls Frank down until they're lying beside each other, and his hand relaxes from its death grip on Frank's shirt until it's just resting on his back.

Some traitorous part of his mind wants to say that Brian wouldn't mind, because he wouldn't, he's actually a little used to it, by now, because for some reason his guests have a habit of showing up in pairs. He tries to push the thought away and leans forward to catch Frank's lips again, gently.

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And, okay, Frank is supposed to be valiant and discouraging of advancing past sweet kisses with what feels like a whole forest fire of passion under them (for him at least) and Gerard agreed with him, but then the little traitor had to get them horizontal.

Knees bump softly, and Frank slides his hand up over Gerard's elbow, and the whole stopping idea is looking dumber and dumber the more of Gerard he touches and the longer he hears Gerard's soft, rushed breathing, feels it against his mouth when they pull momentarily apart.

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The traitorous part of Gerard's mind takes over his mouth for a moment, because he was intending to just stop, but-- "He won't care," he manages breathlessly, before diving in for another kiss. His hand skitters down Frank's side and he's trying to figure out why he thought stopping was a good idea in the first place.

His other hand slips free of Frank's to pull him closer until they've got almost no distance between them at all, and he kisses Frank fiercely, desperately.

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Frank makes a noise--half happy murmur and half groan--when Gerard pulls him closer. Molded together, he inhales sharply through his nose at the contact. He tells himself that he's wanted this so long, since they kissed those weeks ago, even though it's a lie and he's wanted to wrap himself around Gerard since exactly four days after they met when Frank first heard him laugh.

He moves his hand to rub the back of Gerard's thigh, wanting to touch though he can't quite convince himself to go in for the full-on ass grab.

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Gerard arches into the touch with a half-choked groan, pushing his body into Frank's, and any thought he's had of stopping has gone completely out of the window. He just pulls Frank closer, as though he's trying to make them into one person, and breaks the kiss to nuzzle at Frank's neck, nipping at it.

And he would probably only admit it under torture, but he wanted to do this within an hour of when they first met.

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Frank gasps at the sensation of Gerard at his throat, tightening his grip on Gerard's thigh and doing his best to press even closer.

"Um," His mouth is free but he's having difficulty forming words, but he just can't let things lie. How far are we going? He wants to speak without sounding like a teenager who still counts in bases but it's been an embarassingly long time since he's done this (serial murder combined with a crippling crush on your roommate doesn't leave a lot of opportunities) "Uh, what do you want? To, er, do?" He sounds about sixteen and tongue-tied but it's too important to him and he's still the tiniest bit afraid that Gerard is just doing this as a 'get out of death free' attempt.

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Gerard's mouth leaves his throat long enough to gasp out, "I have no idea." Um. He has no idea how far Frank wants to go and he doesn't want to push Frank into anything, but fuck he doesn't want to stop.

"Just... as far as you want, I guess?" He leans in, tonguing over the slight redness where his teeth have been on Frank's throat. It's more than a little hard to speak in coherent sentences.

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Despite the situation, Frank snickers a little--though it's much breathier than normal.

"No fair," he reaches up to rest his palm against the back of Gerard's neck and pet him a little, enjoying the feel of the downy under-layer of hair at the nape of his neck. "I asked you first." He bumps his hips playfully against Gerard's, except it doesn't feel playful at all when heat sears through him.

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"What? I don't know." He breaks off at the feel of Frank's hips against his, gasping out a "Fuck." He's grinning a little despite himself and he feels a little like a ten year old caught in an endless round of "What do you want to do?"

He grinds against Frank restlessly, gritting his teeth at the sensation. He's trying to keep things slow, but it's really not working, and right now the only thing he can think of is that he doesn't want to stop.

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Frank would bite his lip at the ohgodyespleasenow feel of Gerard's hips grinding into his but, hey, he's also got Gerard's lips on his so he bites Gerard's lip instead.

"I," he manages to hiss when they break away to breathe again (stupid breathing) "I could, um." He slides his hand back down to Gerard's hip, feeling sweat through the cotton T-shirt he's still wearing, hoping that it sends enough of a message. "If you want."

((Going to bed, the boysex will recommence as scheduled after classes tomorrow <3333))