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's in the kitchen, drinking a can of soda, and he doesn't say anything but "Hey again," but his expression clearly reads I was starting to get worried.

"I'm fine," Gerard points out, shrugging. He won't--he's okay. Relax. He's grateful that he and Brian can read each other well; they don't need to actually have the conversation, and it saves a lot of awkwardness on Frank's part.

Brian opens the fridge and leans down. "Want anything?"

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Frank can hear Brian and Gerard, and he doesn't want to interrupt them or anything, so he doesn't go into the kitchen, just stays in the living room. He fusses a little when he sits down so they know he's there and he doesn't feel like he's spying on them or anything.

((Off to bed ♥))

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Gerard comes into the living room, bearing a sandwich for Frank and one for himself. Brian follows him, and they both settle on the couch. There is silence for a moment before Brian finally asks, "So what brought on the new disguise?"

((Good night ♥))

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Frank accepts the sandwich with a smile, grateful to have something to do with himself. He takes a bite before answering. "There was a picture in the paper. Really good one, they must have gone through our photos, or some shit. We didn't want Gee to be recognized."

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"It works," Brian says, thoughtfully. "I almost didn't recognise you for a moment."

The conversation continues for a bit, mostly Brian trying to play catch-up with Gerard, and after a while they end up watching some monster movie, settled on the couch comfortably. It's definitely cheesy, but Gerard can't bring himself to care. It almost feels like he's home, and it's something he's missed.

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Frank was expecting some kind of interrogation, or awkwardness, but this just really...nice. It almost feels like something normal, the kind of thing he and Gerard would do on the evenings they ended up in the apartment together. The movie isn't great, but Frank doesn't really mind when he rests his head on Gerard's shoulder, scooting a little closer. Brian obviously notices, but he doesn't say anything, just keeps his eyes trained on the pretty brunette about to be devoured.

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After a while of them snuggling, about as far from subtle as they come, Brian finally asks, "Am I going to need to find earplugs for tonight?" His eyes are still on the screen, but he doesn't need to look over to know that Gerard's blushing.

"I--yeah," Gerard says, after a pause, and god it's like he's telling this to his dad.

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Frank snickers into Gerard's shoulder at the embarrassed little catch in his voice, but...yeah. He definitely doesn't think Brian should have to listen to them (plus, it would ridiculously awkward if he did, and though Frank is pretty selfish, he would still feel bad, considering that Brian was giving them shelter from the elements and the law), especially with their plans for later. That would be interesting to overhear.

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Gerard's not worried about what's going to happen, or that Brian's going to see the cuts on him and freak out. For once, he's almost grateful that he talked too much when he was drunk--he doesn't remember exactly when he mentioned it to Brian, but he knows he did, at least.

The movie ends and Brian yawns, standing up. It's almost eleven, and even if Frank and Gerard are used to being on bizzare schedules, he isn't. "I'm going to bed," he says, over his shoulder. "Try not to break the sound barrier."

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And now, with Brian gone and the two of them just sitting by the light of the blue TV screen, Frank suddenly feels nervous. They're really going to do this, and he doesn't want to make the first move. He just kind of buries himself a little closer to Gerard and waits for him to do something, so Frank doesn't feel like some kind of pressuring creep.

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Gerard looks over at Frank, body totally relaxed, and he smiles wickedly. "Want to go back up to the room?" but then he has a sudden, jarring thought.

"Wait, um. Do you need to, like, sterilize the--you know?" He gestures, miming holding a knife. He's not sure exactly what Frank has had with him, this whole time, but he suspects it still has blood on it.

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Frank wrinkles his nose, envious of how calm Gerard is--he's the one who's going to be cut up, shouldn't he be the one feeling the slightest bit nervous?

"No, I--" I have plenty, and I take care of them like my own children. "It's clean. But I can, if you want me to?"

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"No, it's okay," Gerard says, shrugging. "If you're sure it's clean." He wants to go up to the room already, because the anticipation is driving him insane. He's the one who wanted to come down in the first place, for Brian's sake, but now he wants to get them off the couch and into the bed as fast as possible.

"C'mon," he murmurs, taking Frank's hand as he stands up, helping him off the couch.

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Frank follows willingly, still holding tight to Gerard's hand. The door firmly closed behind them, he goes for his duffel and retrieves the black canvas case that holds his knives, setting it on the cot. He's not really sure of the etiquette here: is he supposed to offer Gerard a selection? Or does the weaponry come out later?

He goes with the safest route: he straightens and pulls Gerard close, almost-kissing but not quite, just feeling him and breathing his air.

((Back early FTW))

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Gerard leans forward to kiss him, slow and wet. He's starting to feel twinges of nervousness; he's only done this a few times, and never when he was totally sober. He walks them back towards the bed, hand gripped tight in Frank's and the other around the back of his neck. "Do you want--" He breaks off the kiss and sits down heavily on the edge of the bed, glancing at the bag on the cot. "Um."

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"I don't, I've never--" done this with someone willing. Frank looks down at Gerard--even the warm comfortable feeling after kissing is overshadowed by pure nerves--and then follows Gerard's gaze to the knives. He looks back, biting his lip a little. "Do you want me to--now, or, or should we get warmed up first? Or what? I don't know how this is supposed to work."

((I just thought of something...does Frank have a lip ring in this?))

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Gerard hesitates, because he honestly doesn't really know how he wants this to go. "We should probably get naked first-- or at least, I should," he says, after a pause, because it'll be easier if Frank has more access. He slides his shirt over his head, dropping it by the side of the bed, before fumbling at the button on his jeans.

((I haven't really thought about it, but... yeah, we could have him have the lipring. Have something in mind?))

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And Frank can't exactly move, or do much more than watch, not when Gerard is taking his clothes off. It helps quiet the weird nervous feeling, to see the pale curve of his shoulders, but it also makes him feel a little awkward, for Gerard to be undressing while he just stands there. He pulls off his own shirt, but leaves the jeans, then ducks down (not like he has to go far) to kiss Gerard again, lying his palms flat against the slight give of his sides.

((Nothing specific, just keep writing about him biting his lip and being like "oh wait, lipring???" I could think of something though *naughty eyebrows*))

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Gerard kisses back, soft, but at some point he must have bitten his lip too hard (on the way up?) because his lips taste like blood. He tries to slide his jeans off without breaking the kiss and he barely gets them down a few inches. Damn it.

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Frank flicks his tongue across Gerard's lip, tasting, and laughs a little, soft and already husky from the taste of blood. "Let me help you with those." He slides his hands down along Gerard's skin until hitting denim, and follows the jeans to the floor, looking up with a definite glint in his eyes.

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Gerard sucks in a breath, and he stares at Frank, on the floor in front of him, and tries to will his heart to stop beating as fast as it is. He licks his lips, tasting the faint trace of blood, and one of his hands goes out, rests in Frank's hair.

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Frank plays his fingers up and down Gerard's bare calves, still noticeably smoother than usual after shaving at Pete's. "What do you think?" He lets his hands rest, curling behind Gerard's knees, and grins. "What do you want, Gee?"

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Gerard's hand tightens in Frank's hair reflexively. "Whatever you want," he says, but he's pretty sure what Frank has in mind anyway. "But if you want, while you're down there..."

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"Hmmm..." Frank leans his head to the side, nuzzling a little at Gerard's thigh, a pleasant weight in his stomach at Gerard's hand in his hair. "Gonna have to tell me, Gee. Tell me what you want." He figures working up to it--little bits and pieces of control--will be easier than just diving in headfirst.

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Gerard swallows hard, and he takes a moment to answer, blush staining his cheeks. "I--fuck." He takes a deep breath. "Fuck, blow me, please." He's not used to having to ask for it, used to Frank just suggesting and him assenting.