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 does, breaking the kiss as his head tips back and his neck arches, managing a breathless gasp. His arm goes out blindly to clutch Frank closer, and he's glad in this moment that they never bothered getting dressed.

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Success. Frank isn't that well-versed in the realm of wake-up sex, but since sleeping with Gerard seems to lead to waking up with Gerard, he supposes it's a logical occurence.

He shifts his lower half a little, lining his thigh up between Gerard's, and kisses around his fingertips at his neck.

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Gerard shifts forward, gritting his teeth against the sensation, and whose idea was it to get a hotel room anyway? He thinks it was Frank and makes a mental note to thank him for it later (seriously, best idea he's had yet) as he lets his hand drag down Frank's side, nails scraping just a little.

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He hums at the nails, arching his back a little more, and wishing that there was a good way for both of them to get their kinks out at the same time. Because, yeah, Frank doesn't trust himself to leave Gerard enough room to breathe, not if he's got those tiny little teeth against his flesh. Experimentally, he brings his other arm up to his mouth and bites down on the crease of his elbow.

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Gerard stares, looking a little weirded out (but not necessarily in a bad way). "Dude," he manages, both because he's not entirely positive he's not still dreaming, at this point, and because, well, Frank's hand around his neck. "Did you just bite yourself?" He takes Frank's arm from him, lifting it to his mouth before scraping his teeth along Frank's wrist. "I can do it, seriously," he rasps out.

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Frank makes a rough noise from just that and he has to bite his lip hard to keep from babbling yesyespleaseyes, and maybe his hand twitches, tightening a little more. "Are you sure? I don't want you to like, choke." And die. "One hundred percent sure, man, none of this 'I can take it' macho shit."

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"Yeah, but if I look like I'm about to die or something, let go a little." Gerard shrugs, because he's never really bothered worrying much about this (empirically speaking, he knows it's dangerous, but still). "Here, c'mon." He shifts them a little, so he can reach the side of Frank's neck with his teeth with Frank's hand still around his throat. They're pressed together, skin to skin.

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And it's so good. Gerard's pulse fast and insistent under his fingertips, the full length of them pressed together warm and soft, and now teeth sinking down into the tense flesh of his neck. It's almost a sensory overload, and his eyes flutter shut.

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Gerard grins, because pressed into Frank like this he can hear Frank's pulse quickening, and he bites down harder, grinning a little as he does. It's hard to breathe in the best kind of way and god he could do this all day without complaints.

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It's such a pure wash of feeling that Frank almost doesn't want to get off, like, ever, as long as he could just stay like this. His body, however, disagrees with that option, and he's grinding down against Gerard's thigh without even thinking about it.

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Gerard grinds back against him as best as he can--the position isn't exactly optimal for it, but he lets out a low groan, teeth against Frank's neck. Whether Frank realises it or not, his hand is tightening, and Gerard arches his neck, making an encouraging noise, wanting it to be even tighter until he can't even think.

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Gerard's groan, vibrating against his neck, makes him want to just clamp down until his fingers curl in and bruise--that's what he's used to, of course, unforgiving grip--but he forces himself to go slow, tightening gradually to make sure Gerard has plenty of chances to signal that it's too much.

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"Fuck," Gerard mouths, but no sound comes out, and his whole body jerks in response, bucking hard into Frank's. He leans forward again, just enough to bite down on the side of Frank's jaw, and it's gradually getting harder and harder to breathe but he doesn't want to stop. Not yet, anyway.

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Frank groans and tilts his head back--carefully, not far enough to be out of Gerad's reach (he's not that much of an idiot)--and hitches his hips up a little bit, trying to improve the angle and get a better slide for both of them.

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Gerard lets out a high-pitched sound, grinding up against Frank desperately, because the angle is just better and he tries to find Frank's neck again, but he's so far gone that he can only scrape his teeth against Frank's neck, can't even manage to close his mouth.

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Frank barely even notices that Gerard's not really biting down anymore because he's just distracted by the sounds and the movement and fuck. He digs in his fingertips a little more and rolls his hips fast and dirty against Gerard.

((Sorry for the wait...there was KARAOKE in the dining hall! No My Chem though :( ))

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Gerard thrusts back against him, and in moments he gasps out, "Fuck, sorry," and comes, clutching Frank like he's about to pass out (and he feels like he is, for one brief moment).

((I'm all for karaoke :D but aww, no My Chem. Anything else that was good?))

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It only takes Gerard grabbing on to him, the feeling of him losing control, for Frank to follow him. As his heart and breathing return to normal, he releases his fingers one by one, then skates his thumb along the bright marks and giggles. "I'm going to have to buy you a fucking scarf, seriously."

((A friend and I were going to do Love Shack, but there were a lot of people and some jackasses decided to do Freebird X_X So I ditched))

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Gerard considers it, and he actually is kind of fond of scarves, but then he looks at Frank's own neck and has to laugh. "You're the one who looks like he got attacked by some fucking, I don't know, wild animal or something." Frank's neck is covered in bite marks, bright red and angry looking, and some of them look almost purple.

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Frank reaches up to feel his neck gingerly, and each time his fingers press on a mark he gets a pleasant shiver. He grins at Gerard. "Isn't that what happened? And you look like someone choked you, what a coincidence." He flops down back on the bed, and the only bad part of waking up sex that he can see is that now he's actually expected to get out of bed. "The grannies are not going to love us."

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Gerard snorts, stretching a little. "What grannies? It's not like we're going to go drop in on bingo night or something." And there's a mental image to remember, the two of them walking into a bingo night in some church, marks all over their necks. He suddenly has a thought and freezes. "How are we going to get back on the bus like this?" It's one thing to lounge around with Frank in the hotel room, but they actually have to leave at some point and having hand marks on one's neck is probably not the best way to be inconspicuous.

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"I don't know. We look fucking kinked out." He can't quite resist reaching over to trace his fingers over the marks again while he speaks. "I guess we'll have to go like, Walmart, and buy scarves. Thick scarves." It's a sensible investment, because hopefully they will be marking up each other's necks for a long time (and maybe he can pick up that video camera...)

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"Think anyone there will care?" Maybe he's being a little paranoid, but Gerard knows that the marks on his neck (even more so than Frank's) can be easily misinterpreted for something more sinister, something that might make people stop and look. And the last thing he wants to do is be recognised. "Unless we pay again, we've gotta leave by noon, though," he says, suddenly, and he has no idea what time it is but it can't be that late yet, can it?

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Frank flips over and squints at the clock. Ten-thirty. "Um, maybe if we pulled our hoodies up really high, no one will notice?" Especially Gerard, because, while it's embarrassing to go around with bitemarks all over your neck, he knows that handprints are quite another matter. "I don't know, man. Shit, why is life so complicated? Can't two guys choke and bite each other in peace?"

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"You're making it sound like we were, like, mauling each other or some shit," Gerard says, making a face. He thinks for a long moment, before saying finally, "I think my coat might zip up high enough to cover them," because they've got to leave at some point and there really aren't a whole lot of other options. At least it's cold, because he has an excuse to have his coat pulled high over his neck to hide the handprints.