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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Gerard moans, biting his lip to keep the sound contained, and pushes up into Frank's hand frantically. He turns his head a little to catch Frank's lips and kiss him again, hard. His hand is still moving, faster up and down, and he's panting into the kiss.

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Frank's breathing is getting rougher and rougher, the movements of his hand and hips sloppier.

"Gerard," he pulls just far back enough to hiss against his lips, "Gee, I'm...fuck, bite me." It's all he needs to push him over the edge.

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Gerard has a moment of hesitation before nodding and biting down hard on Frank's neck, hard enough that he knows he'll leave marks. He almost thinks for a moment that he's broken the skin.

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As Gerard's teeth sink into him, it feels for an instant like his entire body is convulsing and he comes into Gerard's hand. He collapses on himself for a few seconds to catch his breath, then turns all his attention back to Gerard, ducking down to reclaim his mouth, hand moving steady.

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Gerard groans into Frank's mouth, hips moving desperately, and he's so close. "Fuck, faster," he manages to hiss against Frank's lips.

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Frank tightens his grip a little and goes as quickly as he can--he's thinking he might get whiplash in his wrist, but it would be so worth it.

"C'mon, Gee," he growls, vibrating between their lips.

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And that's all it takes, and it's mere moments before Gerard is clutching at Frank as though his life depends on it and coming with a low groan. "Fuck," he pants, eyes closing.

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Frank licks at Gerard's lips while he's coming down then pulls away with a quick smile. He glances down at his hand and gives Gerard his most seductive look.

"Promised not to make a mess." He laps at his palm then sucks his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

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Gerard still doesn't quite have his wind back so he just grins at that, breathing hard through his nose. Finally, when he can speak again, he asks, "So, think it's dark enough yet?"

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Frank glances out at the darkened sky and nods. "Yeah, that should be good. Good thing you were here, I would have gotten so fucking bored." He wrinkles his nose and shoots hiim a wide grin.

Cracking the door, he peers out. It looks like Patrick might have succumbed to Pete's insistent warmth and fallen asleep. "Coast looks clear."

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"Good to know I'm a good distraction," Gerard says a tad slyly. He nods at Frank's comment, starting to walk toward the door. "Come on, let's go." They only have so much time before the coast stops being clear and Gerard really wants to be gone before that happens.

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Frank follows. Patrick and Pete are both asleep on the couch. As soon as he gets out into the hallway, he has to push his glasses up again. He's suddenly really thankful that he doesn't wear them every day.

He closes the door behind them as softly as he can.

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Gerard shivers as he steps out into the cold air, because even if he is in a coat, his legs are exposed. He can see his breath in white puffs in front of him and he suddenly desperately needs a cigarette. He's trying to remember the way to the warehouse that he mentioned as he fumbles through the pockets of his coat looking for one, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls out his pack and a lighter.

"Want one?" he asks Frank, holding the pack out.

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"Thanks." Frank reaches out to take one, misses. He growls--stupid glasses messing with his depth perception--and succeeds on the second try.

He looks down the road while Gerard lights both cigarettes, eyeing passersby on the other side of the street suspiciously. "We should loop around. If we go straight there, it'll be too easy for someone to trace us."

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Gerard takes a long drag, breathing out a cloud of smoke with a pleased noise. "I hope you know your way around here better than I do, then," he comments, trying to sound nonchalant. "Which way?"

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Frank mirrors him, inhaling and savoring.

"I'll figure it out." He looks both ways down the street, then nods his head toward the south. When they start walking, he slides his arm around Gerard's waist to rest possessively on his hip in what he considers a very smooth maneuver.

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Gerard snorts. "So we're going for 'night on the town with my girlfriend'?" He doesn't really mind, and it's kind of a nice thought, actually. He takes another drag of his cigarette and looks around,trying to re-familiarize himself with the territory.

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Frank smiles and squeezes a little bit. "Well, if the cops are looking for a guy and a hostage, they aren't going to make a connection when all they saw was some guy out with a hot chick." He frowns, trying to remember the almost labyrinthine alleyways and shortcuts the streetkids always seemed to be slipping through. Peering down an alley--grocery store on one side, used bookstore on the other--he says, "I think we need to take this one."

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Gerard looks down the alley and his face immediately lights up. "Yeah, this is it." He's always thought in terms of pictures, and this one is clear in his head--awkwardly sketched graffiti on one of the walls, too angular, a dumpster about halfway down the alleyway, too far to be of any real purpose. He knows absolutely that he's been here, and he's pretty sure he remembers the boys being with them at the time.

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They move down the alley; Frank's careful not to brush against the wall, it looks pretty nasty (it is an alley). The other side looks even more familiar, and they cut down two more claustrophobic streets before reaching the old warehouses.

Frank thumbs at his glasses, more as something to do than out of any real necessity. "Guess we just, dive in?"

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"Sure. Want to stick together or split up?" Gerard scans the outside, trying to figure out if it would be more likely for them to be inside the warehouses or outside them. He's betting they're inside, all hiding in some tiny place like a pile of abandoned kittens, but there are a good dozen of the warehouses, all in a line, and it's going to take a while to go through all of them. He suddenly wishes they had a flashlight.

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Frank scowls at the big empty buildings. They make him uneasy--too much room for hiding which, yeah, is why streetkids like it, but it's not good for finding or for staying safe; there could be any number of drugged out whackjobs lurking in the shadows--then looks back at Gerard. Unarmed and untrained Gerard who probably wouldn't even do too well at running in that skirt. "You're not wandering around here alone."

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"I..." Gerard begins a protest but then stops himself when he considers the thought of walking around in an empty warehouse by himself in the dark. In a skirt, no less--and he has had to run in one before and it's not an experience he's keen on repeating. "Alright, fine."

He motions to the one furthest to the left (number fifteen); they have to start somewhere, and he thinks he remembers the kids being in there sometimes. "Let's try there."

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Frank's glad that Gerard doesn't try to argue with him--he wouldn't be changing his mind, and he'd really like to have at least a week of the fun freshness of their relationship (can he call it that? He's pretty sure Gerard doesn't dress up in drag with anyone.) before he has to whip out the overly protective, possessive, and viciously jealous cards. He's hoping Gerard won't give him much reason for the last, but the first two are definitely going to come up and soon.

He walks up to the looming brick wall and peers around. There's a huge metal door--no way in hell he and Gerard are moving that--but there has to be another way to get in.

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"Let's try around back," Gerard suggests, frowning. He doesn't think the boys could open it even if it was the three of them, so either there's another way in or they can't be in there. Logically speaking, anyway--he wouldn't put it past them to be able to pull off something wildly implausible, because if anyone could, it'd be them.