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 brings up one hand to rest across Gerard's belly and takes him in. He'd like to think he's getting pretty good at this, with recent practicing, and he hollows his cheeks, watching for a reaction from Gerard to make sure he isn't fucking it up.

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Gerard's hand comes down, slides into Frank's hair, and he moans, unselfconscious for once, because Frank is going to kill him, doing this, and he won't even care.

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Frank hums at the hand in his hair and takes in a little more to show his appreciation. He reaches his own hand up to clasp over Gerard's, pressing down a little, because if he doesn't encourage him, Gerard never would. It's cool, go for it.

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Gerard bites back another noise, hand twisting in Frank's hair, and as Frank goes down further--he can't help it when he ends up pulling Frank's hair. "Fuck," he gasps, trying to will his hips to stay completely still.

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Frank bobs down again then pulls back, licking his way up before he lifts his head to look up at Gerard. "You can pull man, seriously. It's cool."

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"Okay," Gerard says, breathless, and his hand tightens, twisting. It makes sense, if he thinks about it, that Frank likes this. For the moment, though, he can't think much at all. "Fuck, Frank," he groans, other hand gripped in the sheets for dear life.

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Frank laughs a little--though it doesn't come out as much because, yeah, mouth kind of occupied--before inhaling sharp through his nose when Gerard's grip goes tight and going as far down as he can without gagging (much).

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Gerard's hand tightens on Frank's hair, and there's no way he's going to last very long like this. He groans incoherently, head back, and if Frank keeps this up he's going to be hard-pressed to keep his hips still.

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Frank sucks hard, letting his eyes drift closed, and swallows hard around where he can just barely feel Gerard in the top of his throat. His eyes are starting to water a little bit, but it's amazing to hear and feel Gerard like this.

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And it's finally too much, and Gerard whimpers before managing, "Fuck, fuck. Frank, I'm gonna--" and he hopes it's enough warning, because he really doesn't want to choke Frank.

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It's just the wrong side of too much, but Frank handles it best he can and doesn't regret a thing. He coughs a little when he crawls back up to rest his head on Gerard's chest, but nuzzles close and smiles. "Good?"

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"Yeah," Gerard says, still breathless. "Are you good?" He's tired, sure, but he wants to return the favor, do something for Frank too.

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"Fine." He sounds a little scratchy, but he should be totally fine by morning. He presses his cheek against Gerard's sternum and closes his eyes (he's not listening to Gerard's heartbeat or anything mushy like that, perish the thought). "I didn't remember sex being so tiring. Does that make me old?"

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"If you're old, I'm ancient," Gerard says, smiling wryly. The age difference between them isn't something he usually thinks about, but he's definitely aware of it. "And I don't know. Do you want me to do anything?" he asks, hand sliding down from Frank's hair to trail down his back.

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"Yes, yes, you are. I'm surprised parts aren't falling off, you old man." Frank giggles to himself a little, then makes a contented little "hmm" noise and arches his back a little bit into Gerard's hand, closing his eyes. "Nah, too comfortable. You can owe me one."

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"Yeah, I just go to pieces sometimes," Gerard says, dramatic. His arms wind around Frank's back, and he murmurs a soft "Okay," pulling Frank closer. It's comfortable and warm and he's already almost asleep.

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Frank shifts a little, tucking his head into the hollow near Gerard's armpit (which could be treacherous but he showered, like, yesterday, so Frank figures he's safe) and just lets his muscles relax. He breathes in the smell of sweat and still a faint peroxide odor, and smiles.

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"Careful," Gerard mumbles, a tad indistinct. "Smell might be toxic." His eyes are closed and he drifts off, wrapping his arms around Frank a little tighter as he sleeps, like Frank's a giant (well, not so giant) teddybear.

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Frank wakes up to the somewhat uncomfortable realization that he has drooled all over Gerard's elbow. But Gerard is snoring, so he figures it's an pretty even match. He can't actually get up--his legs have been clamped together, bracketed by Gerard's--but he doesn't mind. Smiling, he stretches his back a little.

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Gerard stirs after a long moment, and once he's aware enough to speak, the first thing out of his mouth is, "You drooled on me, fucker," grumpy. He frowns then, following it up with a "Good morning."

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"You know you like it, don't front." Frank leans in for a kiss, knowing that they both probably have ridiculous morning breath and not caring, because they're in love and people who love each other don't care about nasty tasting mouths. "Morning to you too."

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Gerard kisses him, light, faintly wondering what time it is. He opens his eyes, scans around for a clock (because he didn't bother seeing if there was one on the way in, he was a little too panicked for that). "What time is it?"

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"No clue." Frank rolls a little onto his back so he can crane his neck to look at the clock on the dresser, then flops back towards Gerard. "Quarter past ten. Do you remember when the buses are running?"

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Gerard tries to remember--the hours before they actually got inside the hotel room are a bit of a blur. "I think there's one at eleven," he offers, after a moment's hesitation.

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"Fuck. We actually have to get up then." Frank makes a face--he's loath to leave this bed, which has been very helpful to him during the hours he's been acquainted with it--then brightens. "But this is our last day, right? We'll be at Brian's tonight?"