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 breath hitches, and he lets his fingers uncurl, unwind from each other. His arms almost hurt, being tense for this long. He's aware on some level that he's still bleeding, but when Frank shifts back a little and he sees the blood smeared across his belly, it's like a lead brick to his gut in the best possible way. Holy fuck.

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Frank looks down at Gerard's face and thinks about how pretty he would look with a gag between his pretty lips. He reaches down, trails his fingers through the blood still oozing out of the cut on Gerard's chest, flowing down and staining Frank's jeans where they touch Gerard's skin--he licks at one finger, then offers the others to Gerard. Well, not really offers so much as shoves them past Gerard's lips.

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Gerard makes a surprised noise at the sudden intrusion, but he sucks on Frank's fingers, tongue flicking out to lick the traces of blood from between them. Frank's eyes are dark and he can't stop staring, because Frank's lips are a bright crimson (from his blood, fuck.)

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Frank watches the near obscene movement of Gerard's lips around his fingers and flick of the tongue is another tug deep inside his gut. "Fuck, you're so good." He slides them out, but replaces them with his other hand, freshly bloodied. His newly clean fingers he slides into Gerard's hair, almost sweetly affectionate. "Such a good boy."

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The endearment does something to Gerard, makes his insides twist and his pulse beat faster. He sucks on the other fingers, concentrating, intent on getting even the taste of his blood off them, and his body shifts, pushing against Frank's almost reflexively.

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Frank nods rhythmically, rocking his hips a little without really thinking about it. His jeans are becoming practically unbearable, the harsh scratch of denim overwhelming to the heightened sensitivity of his skin. He kisses Gerard around his own fingers, licking at them and at Gerard's mouth, shuddering a little against his chest.

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Gerard kisses back as best as he can, mouth stretched wide from Frank's fingers inside it, and the grind of denim on skin is almost painful, like he's getting burns from the friction. He shifts his hips against Frank's, but he can't get enough without moving his hands down, bracing them against something, and he can't even speak well enough to ask with Frank's fingers in his mouth, like a gag.

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Frank has to pull back for air eventually and stares down at Gerard through half-lidded eyes. He can feel the more definite movements Gerard is making--more than just mindless reaction to stimulus. "You want something, baby?" He slides his fingers back just far enough the Gerard can talk, fingertips still flirting with his tongue.

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Gerard makes a contented noise, but his shifting is getting more insistent. "Can I--" he hesitates, trying to figure out how to put it best. Finally, he settles on, "Can I stop holding still?" He wants to touch Frank, wants to do something for him, but he can't do much at all with his arms above his head like this.

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"That depends." Frank feigns indecision, tapping his fingers against Gerard's tongue. "What will you do if I let you?" He can almost ignore the need of his body for this, because the control is so much better than any release he's known, but god, doing this has just made him want Gerard even more.

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Gerard is quiet for a moment, before saying "Anything you want," because it's true, he'll do pretty much anything for Frank at this point. "God, I. I just want to touch you, okay. Please."

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God. That's all he wants to hear, he would listen to Gerard talk that way forever if he could--never let him out of his grasp, never let anyone else get close, keep him all to himself. The world doesn't work that way, but for now he can pretend. He pulls his hand the rest of the way out of Gerard's mouth and rests it against his cheek, fingers still saliva-slick. "Alright. You can move, if you promise to still be good and do what I say."

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Gerard uncurls his hands from each other, looking up at Frank with expectant eyes. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, and it's unexpectedly easier, like this, when Frank is the one making the decisions, the one telling rather than asking.

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Normal Frank would stutter, gives some "uhs" and "umms," dancing around what he wanted, afraid to be too pushy, afraid to just ask. But he's not himself--or he's more himself, depending on your perspective--so he just looks critically down at Gerard with dark eyes, pupils totally blown, rubbing his thumb thoughtfully over his cheek. And he doesn't ask; he tells. "You can blow me, and if you're good, maybe I'll fuck you."

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Gerard sits up a little, bracing himself on his arms (and it feels good to use them again--they're unexpectedly sore). "I will," he says, confident. "And I'll be good, I promise." He smiles, somewhere between sweet and dirty.

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Frank makes a small sound, almost dubious, as a kind of taunt, a challenge. He shifts his weight, going up more on his knees, to give Gerard a chance to maneuver, and folds his arms across his chest. "Do it, then. Impress me."

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Frank's sound spurs him on, a feeling of Oh yeah? and now it's a challenge. He leans down and takes Frank into his mouth without hesitating, one hand braced on the bed, the other wrapped around the base, and he goes down as far as he can without choking.

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Frank groans and brings his hand up to rest on the back of Gerard's head. He'd love to press down, but he knows that Gee is already pushing his boundaries and he doesn't want to spoil the game they have. Instead, he just pets at him softly, hips twitching a little, murmuring enouragement. "That's right, that's my boy, so good."

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Gerard forces himself to relax, pushing down further, and he lets out a weak groan around Frank's cock as Frank talks, petting him, and he's essentially being treated like a favored pet. Fuck. he thinks faintly, twisting his hand. You have no idea what that does to me, god.

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Frank allows his hips to jerk just a little more, experimentally, and runs his hand down to rub behind Gerard's ear--unknowingly reinforcing the "pet" image. "God, Gee, you're so good, so proud of you." And he is. It's going so smoothly, especially for a first time, and he's hoping for many more times. Still rubbing, he reaches down with his other hand to stroke Gerard's cheek, and he shudders at the feeling of himself hard and solid beneath the soft layer of skin and flesh.

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Gerard doesn't pull back as Frank's hips jerk forward, and he looks up, meeting Frank's eyes. It's okay, go ahead. He has to close them only a moment later as Frank touches him, gently, fingers grazing the sensitive spot behind his ear and then down to his cheek.

He sucks hard, tongue against the underside, and he can still feel the cut on his collarbone bleeding. He has to clench his other hand into the tangled mess of sheets to stop himself from wiping it off, bringing it up to his mouth.

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The permission in Gerard's is all Frank needs--in later times, he won't wait, won't have to. Eventually he'll know all of Gerard's limitations and how far past them he can push--and he thrusts shallowly into Gerard's mouth. He groans, head falling back, and it's too much.

"That's enough." He leaves his hand on Gerard's cheek, and tilts his head forward, still savoring the connection, the fullness in Gerard's mouth--effectively gagging him in the best possible way. "You're very good, and I'm going to fuck you now."

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Gerard can't talk like this, can't murmur his assent or ask for it (and he's not sure which one he wants, if not both), but he groans softly, eyes fluttering closed.

His eyes dart up to meet Frank's again, a clear "I told you I'd be good" in them.

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Frank hums his pleasure and slides out slow, the drag of Gerard's still-closed lips against him almost painfully good. He gives Gerard a stern "Stay" before going to retrieve lube from his bag--he wishes that blood would work, because damn it would be so fucking hot, but no.

He stays standing by the bed when he gets back, and sets the bottle on the nightstand. "Finger yourself. I want to watch."

((I sented you something on AIM ^^))

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Gerard sucks in a breath, sharp, but he takes the bottle and slicks his fingers up, sliding one down slowly before pressing it into himself. He's looking at Frank as he does it, eyes dark.

((Orly? Whar?))