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 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.

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Frank grins in response to Gee's expression. "Well, we sort of do. It's pretty hot." He thrusts his elbows up near his ears so that his neck practically vanishes. "I'll grab my hoodie and walk like this. It'll be totally stealthy." His mind is already flipping through schedules--quick detour for scarf-shopping, then back to the bus station. How many days until Brian's?

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Gerard takes one look at him and bursts out laughing. "Because that's totally not obvious at all," he manages, practically wheezing. "You look like some weird zombie or, like, Frankenstein's monster." He's pretty sure that if he tries to walk anywhere with Frank doing that, he'll spend the entire trip giggling.

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Frank lets his shoulders drop back to theier normal height (thank god, he was getting sore already) and crosses his arms, giving Gerard a mock-annoyed face. "Don't be an ass, dude, just because you're jealous of my mad ninja skills."

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"Oh, I totally am," Gerard says, cheerfully mocking. He gets up, stumbling around until he finally finds his pants and underwear where they had been discarded the night before. He tosses Frank's pants to him as he yanks his own on, almost tripping.

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Frank makes a face at his pants--they're kinda scuzzy and he's also kind of morally opposed to wearing pants around Gerard now that he knows all the awesome shit that happens when he doesn't--but he pulls them on anyway. "Did you see any place near the station we could grab scarves at?"

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Gerard shrugs. "Not really, but it was kind of dark, so." He wasn't looking for them, either, because when he got off the bus it hadn't really occured to him that he would forget about having to travel and let himself get bruised to all hell. "There's probably, like, a phone book in here with addresses of places, though."

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"Good point. I knew I kept you around for a reason, braniac." Frank hops out of bed, and goes to dig through the side table, not bothering to pull on his shirt. He finds the phonebook quickly enough and starts flipping through.

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It turns out there's a store a few blocks down, from what Gerard can remember from the street signs on the way. It doesn't sound like it's a very big place, but it probably has what they need, and Gerard takes another look at the address in the book before stepping back to hunt down his shirt and coat.

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Frank trusts Gerard to remember the address, so he just finishes geting dressed while Gerard does the same, and the two of them set out, necks covered as much as possible. They don't get any shocked and horrified looks on the way out of the lobby and nobody gasps "dear God", so it counts as a victory in Frank's mind.

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And for the first time in quite a while, they're walking a fair distance during normal daytime hours--and if Gerard is a little twitchy, constantly looking around as if he expects a police car on every corner, it's nothing too surprising. Much to his relief, though, they make it to the store without incident or more than a couple glances from people walking past.

It's bright inside the store, blindingly flourescent, and it only takes Gerard a few moments of looking at the signs hanging above the aisles before he can point out to Frank which one they need.

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Thankfully, they're the only ones in the aisle--when just being out is a risk, he doesn't want Gerard to be exposed to any long scrutiny. There isn't a huge selection, but it's decent. A lot of scarves are long and frilly and pastel and clearly not intended for them. But Frank finds a few that are acceptable (some solid colors and a few striped) and holds them out to Gerard. "Which one?"

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Gerard looks among them for a second before finally settling on a striped one, black and dark grey. "This one," he says, chewing his lower lip and taking it out of Frank's hands. "Which one are you gonna get?" He looks nervously up and down the aisle, as if just his voice is going to get them caught, but there's no one else there.

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"Hmm." Frank peers critically at them for a while, even though it doesn't really matter what he ends up picking. He picks up one that's mostly gray with some green in it and smiles. "This, I think. Let's go."

The checkout girl seems barely conscious, and still Frank wishes he was tall enough that Gerard could just stand unobtrusively behind him. He's convinced that as soon as she looks up, her eyes will widen and she'll know. But she just gives him a half-lidded "Have a nice day" and hands over the bag. It almost feels like the whole mess was just a dream--until he glances down at the magazine rack. Fuck.