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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Frank giggles, leaning up as though he's going to kiss Gerard on the cheek, but instead he licks a long stripe up the side of Gerard's face. "Sure about that?" he asks, voice low, and promptly ruins the effect by giggling again.

Gerard makes another face.

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"I mean...if this is Christmas and this is Easter," he traces a finger slowly along each of Gerard's legs in turn, "what do you say we spend some time together between the holidays?"

Gerard gives him a flat look, and Frank's biting the inside of his lip to keep from falling over laughing.

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And finally he can't hold it in any longer and he starts laughing, and then Gerard starts laughing too (he can't help it, Frank's laugh has always been contagious). They lean into each other, laughing hysterically, and finally Gerard turns his head and kisses Frank's lips, grinning.

"Where do you even come up with those?"

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Frank grins back and rubs his nose against Gerard's. "Dude, I spent half my life in clubs, you hear some bad lines."

"Do another one," Gerard pokes at him a little and Frank ducks his head to recover himself, and looks up with his sleaziest half-lidded gaze.

"Hey baby, how about you come and sit on my lap and we can talk about the first thing that pops up?"

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Gerard tries to keep a straight face for a long moment before bursting out laughing again. "Oh my god," he manages, practically wheezing. "Another one?"

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Frank takes a few breaths to settle himself, then leers at Gerard for all he's worth, glad that his practically encyclopediac knowledge of bad pick-up lines is finally making itself useful. "That shirt is very becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I'd be coming too."

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Gerard dissolves into helpless laughter again, resting his head on Frank's shoulder. "Okay," he says finally, after a few deep breaths. "If you keep this up you're seriously going to kill me with those."

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Frank turns and grins into Gerard's hair. "Well, I've got a million, so if you're ever cruising the clubscene, you just ask me and I can set you up with some killer lines. They'd be all over you."

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"Yeah, like those are going to work." Gerard's pretty sure that if anyone ever used one of those on him he'd just start laughing. "And when am I ever going to be 'cruising the clubscene'?" he asks, airquotes included. As far as he knows, he's going to be on the run for the rest of his life, or at least a significant chunk of it.

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"You never know," Frank shrugs, but his nose is still wrinkled in amusement. "Besides, I know all about boys and their urges." He whispers the last word, and knocks Gerard's hip with his own, bouncing a little on the rather stiff bed.

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Gerard rolls his eyes, but he's grinning all the same. "You are such a dork," he says, affectionately, leaning over to poke Frank's belly. Frank, it seems, is part Pilsbury Doughboy, because the motion makes him giggle.

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"No, fuck," Frank curls in on himself to protect his squishier (and subsequently more ticklish) bits, wrapping his arms tight around his belly and generally making himself as inaccesible as possible. "We are not going through that again."

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"Oh fine," Gerard says, mock-hurt, and lies back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "So," he says, finally, "what do you want to do?" There's pretty much nothing in the room--not much of a view and a note about repairs where a TV would normally be.

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"Hmm." Frank loosens his arms enough that he can prop himself up on one elbow and look over at Gerard, eyebrows arched as high as they go. "Let me think. I'm lying on a hotel bed with my boyfriend after feeding him the fucking dirtiest come-ons I can think of. What possibly could be on my mind?"

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"Hmm..." Gerard says, pulling Frank down to lie next to him. "I have no idea. You're just going to have to," and he leans forward, kissing Frank and murmuring against his lips, "...show me."

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Frank grins. "Well, it involves a lot of this." He draws Gerard back in to kiss him quickly but thoroughly and rests his hand against his hip, fingertips massaging lazily. "...does the hint help?"

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"I think I'm getting the idea," Gerard says, with his dirtiest possible smile. He leans in and kisses Frank again, slowly, and finally, they don't have to worry about anyone overhearing or walking in this time.

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When they finally pull apart, Frank brushes Gerard's bangs back behind his ear--they were overgrown before the whole 'on-the-run' deal and now they're definitely long--and ends up with a smile that's half lecherous and half sweet. "I knew you'd be a quick learner."

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Gerard rolls his eyes (because really, it's a little on the cheesy side) and leans in again, hand sliding around Frank's neck to pull him closer. "Of course," he says finally, smiling.

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"So, what are you thinking?" It's a dorky question, but he doesn't really care. He's breathless from kissing and sheer enthusiasm--there's a bed and nobody they know within city limits much less in the next room, the possibilities seem fucking endless.

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Gerard thinks about it for a long moment, because they can do pretty much anything, anything at all (within reason, anyway), and that pretty much covers the scope of what he wants to do. He leans forward to murmur into Frank's ear, "I'm thinking you should fuck me," because they actually can, now.

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Pretty much the entirety of Frank's body jerks and he grabs Gerard by the chin, a little bit rough in his haste. "You sure? One hundred percent?" Because god, yeah, but if Gerard has any last vestiges of doubt or, Stockholm Syndrome or something, he...well, given that this has been the hottest moment of his life (all fifty seconds of it) he's not sure if he's physically capable of calling it off, asking the clerk for another room...but he'll feel kinda bad, at least.

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"Yes, god, of course," Gerard says, looking Frank in the eye. He's hoping he isn't going to scare Frank off with this, push him further than he wants to go, but he wants, intensely.

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"Awesome," Frank says fervently. He kisses Gerard--long and slow. When they finally part he bites his lip. "Do we have, uh, y'know." His mother's voice floats unbidden into his mind, if you can't talk about sex, you aren't ready to have it, and god, he so did not want to think about his mom right now, and this is totally different. He's only about to fuck his best and only friend, who he's wanted for about forever; he's allowed to be a little nervous.

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"Yeah, I... hang on." Gerard gets up and fumbles through his coat, and it has about a million hidden pockets, but eventually Gerard comes back with a little bottle and a condom. At Frank's questioning look, he supplies, "Pete gave them to me before we left--with orders to put them to good use." He rolls his eyes but hands them to Frank, climbing back onto the bed and leaning forward for another kiss.