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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And Gerard comes, just like that, fingers gripping for dear life in Frank's hair. He feels like he just ran a mile, and the backs of his thighs are going to be sore from the effort of holding them steady.

He can't really bring himself to care.

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Frank groans a little while he swallows, glad that he hasn't had to cut his hair because there are few things he's found a greater affection for than Gerard pulling on it. It's a little embarrassing how hot he is just from doing this, but he'll blame it on anticipation. He sits back on his ankles and grins, slow and dark. "Ready to let me have my fun, Gee?"

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Gerard looks at him, eyes gone dark, and he leans down to kiss Frank, one hand braced on the bed to keep him from falling off. When he pulls back, he swings his legs onto the bed, lying down, and props himself up on one elbow, looking at Frank. "Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, I am." Well-past ready, even.

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Frank crabwalks back towards the cot and turns, pulling the case close and flipping it open. He runs fingers over the metal, remembering. His hand stutters over a hunting knife--serrated and nasty--but it's too much, and he grabs a simple razor blade instead. Rising, he turns and stands next to the bed, still half-afraid that Gerard will flinch away, freak out, tell him to stop.

"Do you--" and his voice is so rough from want that it's almost difficult to speak. "Do you want to be tied, or can you be good and keep still for me?"

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Gerard watches as Frank picks out a blade--and it's a razorblade, he's done this before with one. He looks up as Frank walks toward the bed, body (and face) hot, and he's about to speak, to beg Frank to just do it, when Frank speaks.

Oh hell, he thinks distantly, thinking of being tied down while Frank does it--but not this time. "I can be good," he says, low, staring up at Frank.

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"Good." Frank smiles again, and he knows he probably just looks scary with blank eyes and that curled smile, but god he's missed this, and Brent wasn't enough, didn't do anything for him really. He fingers the blade, the pads of his fingers skimming across the metal, taking in Gerard for a moment--he looks gorgeous like this, all spread and wanting. "Hands above your head. Keep them there."

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And it's frightening, sure, to see Frank like this, but the part of Gerard insisting that is outweighed by the part telling him it's fucking hot. He nods, hands above his head (fingers locked together tightly, so he won't have the urge to move them), and waits, heart pounding.

((So, our epic!AU is apparently very epic, because I'm not even through the first 100 comments and we've cleared 10,000 words. And as far as I know if we've got 900 comments...))

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Frank licks his lips, thinking, then crawls onto the bed, swinging a leg over to bracket Gerard's thighs with his own--he's still wearing his jeans, and he hopes the denim won't be too rough against Gerard's skin, except he kind of hopes it is. He bends down to blow soft kisses against his belly, plotting where to make his first cut.

((We've totally cleared 1000 \o/ Awesome is us! Imma go to bed now ♥))

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Gerard shifts against him, and it's a struggle to keep his arms where they are, pinned above his head (but not pinned, and he has a sudden thought of Frank pinning his wrists down, and fuck). "Frankie," he says, soft, anticipation thrilling through him.

((Good night! ♥))

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Frank smiles a little against Gerard's stomach, and squeezes his legs tighter to better immobilize Gerard. He straightens, sitting back on Gerard's thighs, and--just like he promised--traces the flat of the blade along the soft curve of his belly, cool metal on warm skin. He tongues over his lipring and snickers a little to himself, lost in the sight of Gerard spread pale and defenseless beneath him. "Hmmm, how's that? You like that, baby?"

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Gerard closes his eyes, breath stuttering, and he can feel where the blade has trailed, cold against his skin, like it's left a physical trace. "Yeah," he murmurs, arching into it, and it's almost too much. "Yeah, I do." He wants Frank to do it, but the buildup is just as intense.

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Frank loves the sensations--Gerard all warm and present, the almost-too-rough of his jeans, but more than anything else, a knife in his hand. Like how it was meant to be. He can't tease Gerard or himself any longer. Carefully, he lines up his blade, the tip just below Gerard's ribcage, then quick and almost clinical, he slices down, making a long, shallow cut.

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Gerard makes a soft noise, close to a whimper, and he can see the blood starting to well up when he looks down. It's almost physically painful to force himself to stay still, his hands clawing at each other, interlocked above his head.

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Frank ducks his head and licks a wet stripe up the cut, the almost-rough of his tongue against split skin. After lapping up the original rush of blood, he gives more attention to the wound, kissing and sucking a little, with little kittenish licks. He looks up at Gerard, blood staining his lips and teeth with he smiles. "Want a taste?"

((AIM?))

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Gerard moans as Frank licks the wound, and if Frank can't feel the fact that Gerard's almost instantly hard again, he's more out of it than Gerard is. "Fuck, I. Yeah," he says, weak, and cranes his head forward, but he can't lift himself properly without using his arms.

((Sure :D))

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Frank slides forward a little--making a sound in his throat at the slide of Gerard against him, even through denim--to reach Gerard better, and ends up flattened against him. He can feel the stickiness of the cut against his own torso. He kisses him deep as he can, trying to push the taste into his mouth.

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Gerard pushes up against him as they kiss, and he can taste his blood in Frank's mouth, god, and he wants Frank to do it again, and again, and again, until it hurts for him to move and the world starts to buzz at the edges.

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When he pulls back, Frank traces his thumb across Gerard's lower lip. He doesn't slide back to where he was before; instead, he traces under Gerard's collarbone. "How about right up here? Almost high enough to show from under your shirt." He moves closer again, so his lips brush against Gerard's skin when he speaks. "So anyone could see. Anyone could know." He fists the hand with the razor against Gerard's shoulder, the blade sticking dangerously close to his neck and face.

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Some distant part of Gerard's mind connects this with the choking and it informs him that Frank probably has a thing for marking what's his. That, combined with Frank's words, goes through him like a spark. "You should," he says, low. "So you can see it, too." He's a little wary of the blade by his neck, so close that Frank could kill him in an instant if he got the inclination, but he tells himself he trusts Frank and lets him do what he wants.

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Frank hisses at the suggestion. He can't deny that the idea appeals a little too well to him. It probably isn't safe--Brian, he's sure, isn't going to like that Gerard is trusting a known killer with sharp objects--and it probably isn't smart, but he simply doesn't care. He cuts more slowly this time, dragging the blade under the line of the bone, watching the blood well up.

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Gerard shifts upward, into the blade, and even though it's a bad idea he doesn't care. He wants it; wants to be marked like this, wants it to scar so he has a permanent record that yeah, he had someone like this, someone who wanted him.

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If he were in his rational mind, Frank would pull the knife away and run for bandages, all the while asking Gerard what the hell he thought he was doing. But he's too far into this now to do anything but moan and latch onto the cut, sucking hard and sloppy, full of tiny needful noises. More blood is spilling than before, this cut is deeper--luckily, he's close enough that he can just tip upwards and give Gerard a whole mouthful of his own blood.

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Gerard is distantly aware, through the mouthful of blood and Frank's lips on his, that the cut is deep--and maybe dangerous, but it doesn't stop him from rubbing himself against Frank frantically, groaning as Frank goes back to sucking on the cut.

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And fuck he could actually fit his tongue into the cut if he wanted to, french kiss the wound on Gerard's chest, but he doesn't. He manages to restrain himself, even though it's tough when he feels flesh giving way under his mouth. He's near breathless when he picks his head up again, and he thrusts the knife under Gerard's nose, pressing the slick edge against the seam of his lips. "Clean it off."

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Gerard's whole body gives a pleased shudder under Frank's mouth, and his tongue darts out obediently to lick the blood off the blade held up to him. His hands are going to have nailmarks, bright red crescents from where his nails dig in as he tries to keep his hands from moving. He doesn't want to know what Frank would do if he moved them, but it might involve Frank stopping, and that's the last thing he wants.