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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He doesn't know what he's supposed to say. He doesn't want to get the wrong answer because, hello, killing, but more than that, he doesn't want to make Frankie upset (not because of the killing thing, but because when Frank's unhappy he feels sick to his stomach) so he doesn't say anything and just thinks for a while.

Frank interprets that as "as soon as you look away, but I'm not about to tell you that" and he squeezes his eyes closed because this sucks and Gerard's been by him for so long and has always been everything he never thought he was worthy to have and he's groping behind him to find something sharp or heavy (there's a wide assortment of both in the basement) when Gerard exhales, rough and broken.

"I don't think so." And Frank's got his hands wrapped around an old piece of pipe, and he wonders if that's good enough, because he knows that he can't take chances for anyone. But, if he didn't want to take chances, he should have just left Gerard behind--he probably would have been arrested and by the time he got off (if he did at all) Frank could have been long gone.

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And Gerard catches the movement, even though it's hard to see in the dark of the basement, and freezes. "I'm not going to leave, Frankie. I promise," he chokes out. And oh fuck, it was the wrong answer, and Frank is going to kill him, oh god.

He backs away, arms wrapped protectively around himself, and feels like he's going to be sick. He wants his mom. He wants Mikey. Hell, he'd even take Pete at this point.

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And Frank wants to believe him so badly, but he knows people will say anything when they're about to die (god, does he know) but then again, it's Gerard and he's holding the pipe so tightly it's hurting his hand. And the adrenaline is just pounding, telling him to just bash Gerard's pretty little head in and also to grab Gerard and hold him close forever and he's trying to tell his adrenaline that these concepts are mutually exclusive when there's this horrible noise from upstairs.

Even Gerard snaps quickly out of his oh-god-about-to-die fit to look up, eyes wide, and says "The fuck was that?" And Frank almost laughs because it's the exact same tone he used to use back in their apartment (how long ago? It seems like forever) where the walls weren't really that thick and they used to sit on the couch and make up exciting stories about the little old lady across the hall being a dominatrix.

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And somehow, it breaks the tension for the moment, because if Frank's going to kill Gerard, he's got all the time in the world to do so. And they really kind of really need to see what that noise was.

But it's still in both of their minds, because as they climb the stairs Gerard stays a good six feet behind Frank, eyes fixed on the slightest movements he makes. He's breathing fast, they both are, and they're tense as wires.

But of course, the noise is Gabe's fault, or rather whoever is now with Gabe. Gerard is really hoping for the moment that it's not someone Gabe wants to keep in the basement, because it's not even working that well with just him and Frank in there and a third person? He doesn't want to think about the disastrous kinds of things that could happen.

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Frank opens the door really slowly so he can kind of peek inside without being spotted. He can hear more thumping and also some giggling that's just slightly higher-pitched than Gabe's, which makes him feel hopeful that this might end well, because he doesn't know if he could deal being down in the basement with Gerard and some nameless victim. He hasn't killed anyone since they ran, and his fingers have been twitching, and he really doesn't want Gerard to actually see that side of him (not unless absolutely necessary...or Gerard's on the receiving end)

Gerard's still trailing too-far behind him, and when Frank pokes his head around the next door, he finds an obscenely pretty girl toying with the cuffs of Gabe's hoodie. He's on the floor, not moving, but he's smiling, so Frank figures he's just monumentally fucked up and not dead. She looks over at him, and there isn't even a flicker in her expression when she says "You're the one those guys have been looking for, huh? I never figured this loser to be a humanitarian."

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And at that, they both freeze up a little, because shit. But somehow, Gabe must have a whole horde of friends who are just monumentally fucked up, because she doesn't even seem to care. Frank just swallows and nods, a little, hoping that she isn't going to turn them in.

Gerard lets out a high, disbelieving noise that could almost be a laugh. "Humanitarian?" He's far enough behind Frank that his face is only half visible, eyes and sharp pointed nose. He's still more than a little terrified, but Frank wouldn't do anything with the girl here, right?

"Who are you?" Frank says, after a pregnant pause. Gabe is still on the floor, and he's started giggling. Definitely monumentally fucked up.

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"Victoria." She tilts her head at Frank and he doesn't care if Gerard is right behind him and presumably still pretty terrified, if she says "I thought you'd be taller" he's throttling her right now. But she just straightens her head and kind of smiles a little and says. "Don't worry, after hanging out with him for a year, nothing much shocks me."

And she explains about how she's a receptionist at the courthouse and the word from all the various cops and lawyers who pass through is that a cop and a fed are looking for this psychopath, Gerard Way, and possibly a hostage, even though they've pretty much lost hope that Way's kept the other guy alive this long.

Gerard just kind of needs a moment to absorb that, in addition to all this, the police still think that he's the killer, but Frank is already wracking his brain for somewhere they can go, because they can't stay here, not now that someone else has seen them. And he realizes that he's still thinking in "they" which both worries and cheers him.

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Gerard is just hoping at this point that Frank doesn't decide to throw him to the cops, since he very well could, and he murmurs to Frank, "Do we need to leave?" with emphasis on 'we'--a peace offering, of sorts. An admission that he'll still go with Frank even when his life isn't immediately on the line. He hopes Frank gets it.

Frank glances at him and bites his lip, thinking. He still has no idea if Gerard is serious, or just doesn't want to die, but he knows people might make connections if he kills Gerard. Especially since he would probably start killing again, without Gerard around.

Meanwhile, Victoria is sitting back, cross-legged on the floor, smirking at them. Whether they realise it or not, she can hear everything they're saying.

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Frank frowns. He knew that they couldn't stay here forever (can't stay anywhere forever) but he'd been so distracted by Gabe and his stories, and Gerard and his...Gerard that he doesn't have an escape plan. He's the the psychotic mastermind, he's supposed to always have a back-up but he has no idea.

Gerard doesn't know what to say. It doesn't seem like Bert is even an option anymore, considering he must already know that Gerard is oh god oh god wanted for murder. He kind of hopes they could maybe loop back to Pete, because he liked it there (he was even starting to get fond of those creepy street urchins with their big eyes and scruffy clothes) but then, he's also really really hoping that he's coming with, not only because the alternative is not good but he wants to stay with Frank. And maybe, if Frank curbs his homicidal urges, they might get a chance to talk about that kissing thing again.

Gabe mutters something in Spanish, and Victoria pets his hair, quieting him. Frank looks up, reminded that he and Gerard aren't alone, aren't safe even in this room, and narrows his eyes at Victoria. He could put off the inevitable move until they have some kind of inkling where to go if he just takes care of this one little problem. Gabe might be pissed when he sobers up, but who knows how long that could take, and it's not like she'd be the first playmate of Gabe's to come to a nasty end (though maybe the first not at his own hands).

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Gerard frowns, watching the way Frank is considering Victoria. He's not liking the way Frank is looking at her, like something that needs to leave and, if he reads the almost hungry intent in Frank's eyes right, be killed. Every time Frank kills, 'he' kills another person, and it makes him a little sick to think about.

But he has no idea where to go. If he could somehow get ahold of Pete's boys he could find out if it was safe to come back, but he can't risk calling. He doubts Frank has any idea either, and he's frantically running through every acquaintance he knows in his mind.

Then it hits him and his breath catches.
Brian.

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Frank hears Gerard's tiny gasp--he's lived with the man for over a year, not to mention living practically on top of each other during this whole "on the run" deal--and tears his eyes away from Victoria.

Gerard does his best to communicate with eyes and some inventive eyebrow gestures that he's thought of a place they can go. Frank seems to catch on, because he looks back at Victoria, and Gerard digs his fingernails into his palms.

Frank considers her for a moment--he wants a clean break, wants it desperately, but he equally desperately doesn't want to kill in front of Gerard. It's one thing for Gerard to know, empirically, that Frank is a murderer, and quite another to slit a throat right in front of him. Gerard would probably freak out, and then Frank would have no choice but to kill him, because hysterics will not be tolerated. So he glares at Victoria. "We're leaving. You'll give Gabe our regards?"

((Dude, this is SO FUN, it's what bandom is all about! I'm running to dinner now, but I'll be back on later to continue the AWESOME <3))

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Victoria simply nods, a faintly amused smile on her face, and starts dragging Gabe (who is now babbling something incoherent about the Cobra) toward a couch. Frank figures it's a good sign that she doesn't worry about turning her back to them, and they creep back downstairs to gather what little they've been bringing with them.

At Frank's questioning look, Gerard supplies "I was thinking Brian's," and tries to look casual. As casual as one can look being alone in the presence of someone who tried to kill them ten minutes previous.

Frank simply nods, grabbing his coat from a corner. They've both met Brian, though Frank isn't as familiar with him, and it's the only option they have left anymore.

Gerard is more than a little relieved--Frank can't kill him now, because Frank doesn't know how to get to Brian's. Until they get there, at least, he's safe.

(I know! See you after your dinner, then! It's especially awesome because this by now is practically fic and I pretty much never write fic but I am FLAILING EPICALLY about this. <3333)

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Frank's dreading the "hey, so about this whole killing me thing" discussion, but thankfully, the trip to Brian's is so tense there isn't a lot of time for talking inbetween "the coast is clear" and "is that the right exit?" He can still feel waves of discomfort from Gerard and he feels awful about it, but he'll do what he has to in order to survive.

When they arrive at Brian's, Gerard combs through his hair a few times nervously. The last time he saw Brian he was kind of a giant wreck with his life completely out of hand...and apparently that hasn't changed. It takes him two faltered attempts at knocking before Frank makes an irritated sound and pushes past him. (Gerard doesn't want to flinch, but he does. Frank's every snort and vaguely displeased expression seems reason to panic now, even though Gerard's trying to crush the impulse)

((Sorry for the long wait, I got suckered into Invader Zim. There aren't enough hearts in the world for this...we'll have to clean it up and share it when we're done \o/))

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Frank knocks on the door, and there is a pause before Brian opens the door, staring at Gerard as if he's a ghost. He starts to say something, stops, and then just motions them inside. It's not exactly early, and Brian's been watching the news-- he can put two and two together.

His lack of reaction is a testament to Gerard's state the last time Brian saw him; he's not surprised, not shocked (he got over those long ago, the first time he saw the news broadcasts). He brings them both into the back of the house where there are no windows and asks simply, "What happened?" It's the same voice he used back when Gerard used to show up at his door drugged out of his mind.

"It's not me," Gerard begins, helplessly, gesturing to Frank beside him. If Brian's surprised about this revelation, he doesn't show it.

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Frank folds his arms, challenging Brian to try something with him, but Brian just looks at Gerard and says "Can we talk?"

And it's what Brian always said and Gerard glances nervously at Frank who scowls. He can't just leave Gerard and Brian to talk...even though Gerard has stuck by him surprisingly stalwartly, Brian might talk him into running to the cops. And anyway, Gerard's resolve might have loosened slightly with the revelation that Frank is perfectly willing to kill him if that's what needs to be done (Frank has no doubts that he could open Gerard from ear to ear without hesitation. The questions in his mind is what he does afterwards) But he doesn't want to start his stay with their last resort on an awkward note, so he wanders into the next room, still in earshot while giving them an illusion of privacy.

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Brian motions for Gerard to sit down and then settles down beside him, one arm around his shoulders in a surprisingly fatherly gesture. Gerard breathes a sigh and relaxes a little, closing his eyes.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Brian tries to get Gerard to look at him. He's glad, on one hand, that Gerard doesn't seem to be on anything for the moment, but on the other hand, he's gotten himself into more trouble than Brian thought him capable of.

Gerard looks at him, eyes wide and scared, and says nothing.

"Are you going to turn him in?" Brian doesn't know how Frank's been keeping Gerard with him, and he's not sure he wants to know.

On the other side of the wall, the words are faint but distinct, and Frank flinches.

But then Gerard murmurs a "No." and he can breathe again.

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Brian frowns a little, like 'I'm disapprove but I'm not going to confront you' and it's a look Gerard knows well, and he just has a sudden urge to laugh--of course being a drugged out loser was good preparation for being suspected of murder and going on the run with your serial murderer best friend possible love interest roommate. The whole thing, really, is ridiculous and Gerard kind of feels like crying. He doesn't though--he's spent enough time crying on Brian's couch to last him a lifetime--just sighs a little, tired.

"I've got a spare room," Brian says, and Frank emerges from the kitchen, judging their "private" conversation over. Brian eyes him with this strange mixture of appraisal and displeasure (no fear, though) and Frank finds himself shifting uncomfortably, even though there's no reason he should be freaked out by this kinda scrappy little guy. Gerard looks at Frank too, and there's definitely fear in his eyes, and it makes Frank's insides squirm.

"Thanks." Gerard sounds like he might collapse right there, and Brian is quick to offer a shoulder to lean on when he walks them back to the guest bedroom. Frank keeps his distance.

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There's a bed and a fold-out cot in the room, left-over from the last two people who stayed (Brian can't remember who for the life of him, but he suspects it was Bert and Jepha, since when Bert came with Quinn he never pulled out the extra bed). Gerard collapses onto the bed and Frank supposes he really can't grudge him that, after everything that happened that day.

Gerard is out like a light, and Frank is about to lie down on the cot when he feels a hand on his shoulder, tightly and just a little painful. He's definitely uncomfortable now, more so when Brian says, "I don't care what kind of mess you've gotten him into. If anything happens to him, I'll kill you myself." His voice is low and threatening and Frank shivers a little despite himself.

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Brian leaves, shutting the door a little too firmly behind him before Frank has a chance to respond. Frank inhales deeply, closing his eyes and letting himself lie back. He doesn't sleep though--he lies there and listens to the steady sound of Gerard's breathing. He's heard it before--he's felt it, on days Gerard fell asleep technically on the couch but mostly on Frank--but this is the first time he's listened and thought about stopping it. It wouldn't be hard--he could do it fast and be gone. Keeping out of sight would be easier if it was just him, and he hasn't been on the evening news. In fact, finding Gerard's dead body would probably end the whole thing--the protests of an old friend known to enable Gerard in the past wouldn't mean anything and the cops would be glad to have it all over with.

At some point in his thoughts, Frank had gotten up and sat down on the edge of the bed where Gerard slept. He looks down at his friend's still body in the dark and realizes that Gerard's breathing has changed. He's not asleep anymore.

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Before Frank can move away, Gerard opens his eyes and sits up a little. His eyes look strangely hollow and he looks Frank right in the eye.

"If you're going to do it, do it." He leans forward a little, stays propped up on his elbows, staring down Frank, and the distance between their faces is much less than it was a minute ago. They're practically breathing each others' air.

Frank is caught between wanting to lean forward until his lips meet Gerard's or reach out and strangle him. He's frozen into inaction, the two different ideas warring in his head.

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Frank bites at his lower lip, torn. He clenches his fist against his leg, then slowly lifts his hand to curl around Gerard's neck. He feels the sharp, frightened inhale--like an animal's--and flexes his fingers just a little, feeling the tense, corded flesh and pulse of blood, imagines squeezing until there's nothing left.

He squeezes a little, and Gerard gasps again sounding almost like he's crying. And Frank loosens his grip, changes the angle of his hand and slides it up to card through Gerard's hair, leaning close to rest his forehead against Gerard's shoulder, whispers, "I don't want to."

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He can feel Gerard shaking like a leaf, breath coming in little start-and-stop gasps, and he clutches his hands into Gerard's hair harder, almost enough to hurt.

Gerard leans into Frank despite himself and he puts an arm around Frank's back, holding him where he is. Part of him is a little glad it's come to this, because it was either Frank killed him or didn't, and he really didn't want to die, no matter what he had been telling himself since Frank first told him about the killing.

Frank turns his head, nuzzling Gerard's neck softly, and sighs, closing his eyes.

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Gerard shuts his eyes too, fingertips digging a little too hard into Frank's back. Frank just inhales and sighs again. There's still a part of him that's coursing through his blood screaming violence at him. He savors the feeling of hair--soft but kind of greasy--between his fingers (yank, tear) and gropes around with his other hand until he finds Gerard's. He slips his fingers between Gerard's, ignoring the pounding that reminds him how good it would feel to snap each and every one of them.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he whispers without pulling back, breath and lips dragging along the crease of Gerard's neck.

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Gerard tips his head back a little, breath catching, and tries to calm himself down. His heart is still pounding hard and it's hard to swallow. He should probably find it strange that his hand linked around Frank's should calm him down when it was wrapped around his throat bare minutes before.

He lets out a little noise as Frank's lips drag along his neck, somewhere between a sign and a whimper, and his eyes open, heavy-lidded. He's frozen in indecision, though, not knowing how to respond. He just clutches Frank's hand tigher, as though it's a lifeline (and how ironic that Frank's hand should be a lifeline.)

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((And no problem. I ended up making cake, which was delicious :D but anyway, yes. We should definitely share this. Once it gets turned into a full-fledged fic, that is. It's still missing some things, but nothing we can't fill in with a little time. *flail* <3))