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'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!"

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Gerard grins wickedly at Frank's exclamation, fingers brushing against the spot again before slipping a third finger in, and he's feeling as ready as Frank seems to get on with it. He lets his nails drag along the length of Frank's hipbone, hard.

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"Gee, c'mon, do it, please." Frank knows he's pleading, and it sounds almost pitiful even to his own ears so he can't imagine what Gerard must think, but he's so through with waiting. He thrusts his hips up, needy, groaning at the feel of nails on the outside and skilled fingers within.

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"Yeah," Gerard says, and it comes out weak, because he's actually going to do this, holy shit. But he slides his fingers out and lets his hand skate around on the sheet until he gets his hand on the condom (and this, at least, they didn't lose), rolling it onto himself. "How do you wanna do it?" he asks, looking up at Frank.

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A rush of heat spikes through him at the question and Frank has to bite his lip to hold in a pretty serious moan--the walls didn't look too thick here, and he's pretty sure he can hear a laughtrack from the next room. "Um." He props himself up on his elbows a little. "Probably be easiest on my stomach, wouldn't it?"

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"Probably." Gerard nods, and they shift until Frank's back is pressed against his, and he kisses Frank lightly where his shoulder meets his neck before his hands come down to Frank's hips, pressing in slow.

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Frank buries his face in the mattress, teeth clenched because, yeah, it's like the weirdness from the beginning, but a hundred times worse. The slow drag is miserable--it's way too much and far too little and he shifts a little, trying to find some balance in it.

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Gerard goes still, biting his lip. "Are you okay?" he asks, uncertainly, because Frank seems like he's trying not to want to, like, die.

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"I'm good. Just..." Frank wrinkles his nose even though Gerard obviously can't see him. The sheets are rough underneath him, and he has a brief moment of disconnect, wishing that they were staying somewhere nicer. "Just do something. The suspense is killing me."

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Gerard snorts, but he starts moving, thrusting slow but purposeful, determined to make Frank start enjoying himself a little more (because it was good when he was the one on the bottom and he wants to not suck at returning the favor).

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And as Gerard moves, weird starts to become awesome and Frank groans, low in his throat, because Gerard sounded really worried and he wants to let him know that Frank's definitely into it. Then Gerard slides right over the spot he got with his fingers before and to hell with thin walls, he moans.

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Gerard grins then, pushing in faster, harder, trying to hit the spot again, determined to (and he hasn't even noticed how thin the walls are, not that he'd care much if he did) make Frank totally lose it.

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Frank moans again, rolling his hips a little wildly against the bed to find some kind of relief, unknowingly moving himself back against Gerard in a near-counterpoint to his rhythm. He's waiting to hear knocking against the wall, and the expectance is almost making it hotter (as if it wasn't hot enough already)

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Gerard snaps his hips in again, and he lets out a groan through clenched teeth, hands digging into Frank's hips, and Frank is almost definitely going to end up with a row of finger-shaped bruises in the immediate future. "Oh god," Gerard manages, faintly, trying to remember how to breathe.