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 doesn't really buy it--never has, but he moves his hand faster on Frank, arching up into the hot press of Frank's mouth against his chest, the movement of his own hips becoming more insistent. "So," he chokes out breathlessly, "you were going to get me sore, right?" He grins.

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"Yeah." Frank gasps a little when he pulls away, like coming up for air and grins. "Oh yeah, definitely." He half-sits up, twisting his torso so his lower half doesn't have to go anywhere (it's perfectly happy just where it is) and it only takes a few moments of scrabbling to find the sneaky little bottle. "You said you had more condoms, right?"

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"Yeah," Gerard says breathlessly, leaning over the edge of the bed as best as he can and grabbing his bag, one hand fumbling at the inner zipper pocket with the condoms in it. "Got one," and he shifts until he's back on the bed, under Frank, handing him it with a toothy grin.

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"You're a peach." Frank darts in quick to peck him on the lips like a happy fifties sitcom couple and leans back a little, packet between two fingers and bottle held in the rest of his hand. "How do you want it?"

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It only takes a split second to decide. "Like this," Gerard says, looking up at Frank. "I wanna be able to see you." His muscles are going to hate him tomorrow, and he doesn't even care. He's tense with anticipation, body humming with it.

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Frank smiles and pops the cap, coating his fingers--god, if they keep going at this rate, he's going to have to buy a bottle the size of his head. He leans close so he can kiss Gerard, a little softer and sweeter, when he trails his hand down slow and teasing and slides the first finger in.

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Gerard shifts, pushing back against Frank's finger already, and he can almost ignore the burn entirely if he focuses on Frank's lips against his, the breathless thrill of the thought of what comes next.

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Frank hums appreciatively when Gerard moves, and adds a second, slow as he can. He's feeling really impatient, but he knows he can't rush this--especially after bottoming again after so long, rushing prep is not something he's about to do to Gerard. "Still good?"

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Gerard definitely feels it--it burns, a little, but he just wants to get on with it (and it isn't that bad) so he nods, quick. "Yeah, keep going," he says, shifting against Frank's fingers.

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Frank adds another, moving in and out steadily and curling slightly, trying to make it good. He brings his other hand to rest on Gerard's side, a soft curve cupped in his palm, and kisses his cheek.

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Gerard makes a high-pitched noise, somewhere between a whimper and a squeak, as Frank curls his fingers, and he's so ready it almost hurts. "I'm good, just--" he manages, arching. "Just do it."

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Frank slips his fingers out and pulls back just far enough to roll the condom on and get more lube. He angles his hips as best he can and pushes in, biting his lip hard to keep from blindly arching into the sohotsotight. "God."

((Off to dinner, back soon ♥))

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Any words Gerard is trying to say come out in a long, low groan, and he clutches at Frank's back, nails digging in. "Move," he gasps out, because it burns and he knows it'll be better once Frank starts moving.

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At Gerard's nails, Frank can't hold back another hungry moan--their neighbors are probably going to call management or something, but he's so far gone he can't bring himself to think of anything but Gerard. He slides in the rest of the way, then back and starts again, faster but not (he hopes) too hard.

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Gerard pushes back against him, gasping, trying to bite back any louder sounds, but he tries to take a breath and it turns into a long, low groan. "Oh fuck," he manages, faint. "Fuck."

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"Yeah," Frank breathes, unable to find any sensible words but unable to stop a rough litany, just lost in the movement of his hips into Gerard and Gerard's back onto his. "Yeah, Gee, god."

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"The people next door are gonna--nnh--kill us," Gerard says, grinning, arms looping around Frank's neck to pull him down for a kiss. "God," he murmurs against Frank's lips and then, "Fuck, harder."

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"They're just jealous," Frank laughs a little before diving back into the kiss and snapping his hips. He knocks his forehead against Gerard's, breathing heavily, hair hanging sweaty in his eyes.

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Gerard grins into the kiss, breathing out a "Yeah, right," words dissolving into a moan as Frank snaps his hips in again. He wants keep this up all night, Frank inside him, kissing him, laughing about the people next door together--and it's starting to feel familiar.

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Frank feels Gerard's smile and nibbles a little at his lips to gain reentrance. This is so new, he's not sure what to do with it. He's never had this before--smiles and laughter instead of just gritted teeth and sweat. Never had what you'd call a "boyfriend," and he isn't sure if that's what this is. But he doesn't have enough functioning brain cells to think of that now, because Gerard is pressed tight against his stomach.

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Gerard pushes back against Frank insistently, mouth opening under his, and his nails dig into Frank's neck; his palms are sweaty and he's not going to be able to hold on in about a minute.

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Frank works a hand behind them, easier with their sweatslick skin, and starts to jerk Gerard in time. He can't hold in hormone-induced babbling, just under his breath. "Come on, Gee, comeoncomeoncomeon."

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Gerard pushes forward insistently, against Frank and into his hand, eyes squeezed shut. He swears under his breath, a steady stream of curses. "I'm going to--fuck," he manages, because he can't last much longer, not like this.

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Frank's hips and hand are getting frantic and sloppy, losing the rhythm he'd established as he gets closer and closer. One last thrust and he can't hold on anymore. He comes gasping, with the vague thought that he probably looks pretty ridiculous.

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((Off to me lock-in, be back tomorrow ♥))