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 squeaks a little bit at Gerard's wandering hand, but he approves entirely. He sucks hard on Gerard's tongue and digs his fingers a little into Gerard's back. He pulls back a little, already breathing hard. "Much as I like the mirror, maybe we should move out of the bathroom before the bleach smell gets us high."

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"Can it do that?" Gerard asks, sounding curious, but he's pulling back, intending to go in the general direction of the bed. He has no idea what they're going to actually do this time, and he likes that it's open, full of possibilities.

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Frank shrugs. "There's enough chemicals in it. Give you a mother of a headache, at least." Back in the other room, Frank gives the bed a distrustful look and strips off the top layer of covers--least likely to have been washed with any recency. He sits down on the end, looking up at Gerard and grins. "Got any plans?"

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Gerard walks to the end where Frank has sat down, and instead of sitting down beside him, he leans over, still standing, right in front of Frank, one hand tilting Frank's head up so they're eye to eye and nearly lip to lip. "I was the one with plans last time. Your turn," he says, a little rough.

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Gazing up into Gerard's face is almost too much, and his breath stutters a few times before he can find the words he wants. "We could, uh, if you, and." He has to close his eyes finally for a moment of peace before opening them and looking as deeply into Gerard's eyes as he can. "Fuck me? Please?"

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Gerard's eyes widen almost imperceptibly and his breath catches. "Fuck, I. I... yeah, okay. Yes." His mind is running a million miles a minute, already imagining it, what it would be like, and-- "Do we have anything?" He can't remember if either of them picked up some supplies on one of their stops, can't really think very well at all, not with Frank looking him in the eye and asking for that.

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"I think there's some in my bag from..." He flushes a little, not wanting to admit that he thought to throw lube in his bag before they went on the run (he hadn't wanted to bring it up before, sound too expectant) "I think I have some."

But he can't quite bring himself to get up and go look, with Gerard so close and knowing that it was finally going to happen. He darts forward for a quick kiss, then ducks away, digging through the dirty clothes and miscellaneous items that have become his only belongings (along with his knife case). Triumphant, he holds up a bottle and frowns. "I don't think I've got a condom though, what about you?"

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Gerard frowns. "Shit," he manages, and he gets up to rummage through his bag, checking the pockets of all of his pants, the bottom of the bag, the zipper pockets--and it's in one of the inner zipper pockets, almost impossible to get to, that, improbably enough, he actually finds one. "Whoa, hey. I've got one." He's more than a little surprised, even more so when he finds that he's actually got four or five. "I have no idea how old they are, though," he tells Frank, but he's pretty sure that the bag itself isn't more than a year or two old so they can't be that old.

He takes one and walks over to Frank, still by his bag, and leans down to kiss him, hard. Anticipation is thrilling through him.

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Frank accepts the kiss mostly passively--he's on edge, waiting for this and the quiet certainty in every motion, everything they do bringing them closer is turning him on so hard. He fists his hand in Gerard's shirt and pulls him closer, down on top of him while he wriggles a little farther up the bed to make more room.

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Gerard pulls back for a moment, sliding his hands under Frank's shirt and lifting it off before leaning back down, kissing Frank again, openmouthed and dirty. His hands make their way to Frank's jeans, trying to undo the button (but his hands won't cooperate) and he makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.

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Frank giggles and reaches down to help, undoing his pants and sliding them down his hips and thighs until he can kick them off. He hasn't worn underwear since he was in junior high, so he's completely bare before Gerard--it gives him a little thrill, to see Gerard hovering fully clothed above him, a little sense of helplessness that fascinates him.

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Gerard stares down at him for a moment, riveted, before fumbling quickly with his shirt to tug it over his head. His pants are quick to follow and then he stretches out, skin-to-skin with Frank. He scrapes his teeth across Frank's collarbones, licks along the hollows of them, exploring Frank's chest.

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Frank clasps at Gerard's bare shoulders, arching his back to get closer to Gerard's mouth. Despite the fact that they have all night, his body is screaming now, and he loves the delicious bite of denial, the slow burn of intensity that comes from waiting. He hooks his ankle over Gerard's calf, pulling them flush against each other. "Fuck, Gee."

((Bedtime...glad we got out of that plotty patch unscathed XD ♥))

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Gerard's mouth meets Frank's in a fierce kiss, Gerard biting at Frank's lower lip as his nails scrape down his side. He grins, one hand coming up to pinch Frank's nipple before sliding back down.

((Good night! And yes, 'twas a very near thing :P ♥))

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Frank whines into Gerard's mouth and he's going to have a ridiculously sore back tomorrow from arching like this but it's so good and he doesn't even care. He flexes his leg, rubbing his ankle against the back of Gerard's calf and like some demented horizontal version of footsie but he just needs to feel him.

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Gerard breaks the kiss, practically gasping for air. "Where's--" and his eyes scan the bed for where they've put the lube, but he can't find it. "Damn it," he says, under his breath, lifting himself up a little to get a better look around.

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Frank twists his body as much as he can while still mostly under Gerard, trying to help. He runs his hands through the rather rumpled covers but with no success. Shit. "Shit. Do you see it?"

((Soooo LJ randomly decided to not send me just your comment notifications *facepalm*))

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Gerard feels like laughing, because it's such a ridiculous situation, and he presses against Frank unintentionally as he leans over the edge, hoping that he can find it on the floor somewhere. It takes him a moment and he almost can't reach it, but he manages to grab it from where it is--partially under the bed. "Got it," he says breathlessly, clutching it and shifting back onto the bed, kissing Frank again.

((LJ notifications and I are not friends, in general. Apparently it's now carrying over to comments I'm sending as well as receiving? ... Fantastic.))

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"Thank god," Frank mutters before giving up on speech and just kissing Gerard, rough and plundering. He doesn't know what he would have done if they hadn't found it--raided the bathroom for shampoo? He lifts his hips, rubbing against Gerard as best he can, making his impatience known.

((And it sent this one...the random, it burns!))

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"Okay, okay, hang on," Gerard says against Frank's lips, popping open the cap and slicking up his fingers. It's obvious how much Frank wants him to get on with it already, and one thing he isn't is cruel. His hands slide down, spreading Frank's legs a little further apart, and he slides one finger in, other hand on Frank's hip to steady him.

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Frank jerks a little at the burn--he honestly can't remember the last time he did this and it's definitely not something that stays with you over years like riding a bike--and closes his eyes, but he lets his legs fall further open to give Gerard as much space as he can and make the slide easier.

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Gerard moves slowly, letting Frank get used to the one finger, curling it inside him. He kisses Frank, and it's a tad awkward of a position but he's kissing Frank slowly, searching, trying to get him to relax as much as possible before sliding in another, careful.

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Frank makes a little sound that's only about thirty percent pleasure because, jesusfuck, it's weird. But he wants this, he's been wanting this so bad, and he tries to just focus on the movement of Gerard's lips, whatever the angle, and let all his muscles unclench--tenseness is only making it things harder on himself.

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Gerard's fingers are still moving slowly, searching for that spot inside Frank (he can't think of clinical names without feeling like he's in a doctor's office, it's weird), and he strokes Frank's hip, nails biting in a little, hoping to distract Frank from what he's doing.

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Frank still has his nose wrinkled a little because Gerard's fingers are moving inside him and he can feel it and it's just so--oh. Oh. Gerard's found what he was looking for, and Frank can't help the way his hips sttuter upwards, pressing Gerard's nails even deeper against him. "Motherfucker!"