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 arches into the touch with a half-choked groan, pushing his body into Frank's, and any thought he's had of stopping has gone completely out of the window. He just pulls Frank closer, as though he's trying to make them into one person, and breaks the kiss to nuzzle at Frank's neck, nipping at it.

And he would probably only admit it under torture, but he wanted to do this within an hour of when they first met.

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Frank gasps at the sensation of Gerard at his throat, tightening his grip on Gerard's thigh and doing his best to press even closer.

"Um," His mouth is free but he's having difficulty forming words, but he just can't let things lie. How far are we going? He wants to speak without sounding like a teenager who still counts in bases but it's been an embarassingly long time since he's done this (serial murder combined with a crippling crush on your roommate doesn't leave a lot of opportunities) "Uh, what do you want? To, er, do?" He sounds about sixteen and tongue-tied but it's too important to him and he's still the tiniest bit afraid that Gerard is just doing this as a 'get out of death free' attempt.

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Gerard's mouth leaves his throat long enough to gasp out, "I have no idea." Um. He has no idea how far Frank wants to go and he doesn't want to push Frank into anything, but fuck he doesn't want to stop.

"Just... as far as you want, I guess?" He leans in, tonguing over the slight redness where his teeth have been on Frank's throat. It's more than a little hard to speak in coherent sentences.

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Despite the situation, Frank snickers a little--though it's much breathier than normal.

"No fair," he reaches up to rest his palm against the back of Gerard's neck and pet him a little, enjoying the feel of the downy under-layer of hair at the nape of his neck. "I asked you first." He bumps his hips playfully against Gerard's, except it doesn't feel playful at all when heat sears through him.

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"What? I don't know." He breaks off at the feel of Frank's hips against his, gasping out a "Fuck." He's grinning a little despite himself and he feels a little like a ten year old caught in an endless round of "What do you want to do?"

He grinds against Frank restlessly, gritting his teeth at the sensation. He's trying to keep things slow, but it's really not working, and right now the only thing he can think of is that he doesn't want to stop.

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Frank would bite his lip at the ohgodyespleasenow feel of Gerard's hips grinding into his but, hey, he's also got Gerard's lips on his so he bites Gerard's lip instead.

"I," he manages to hiss when they break away to breathe again (stupid breathing) "I could, um." He slides his hand back down to Gerard's hip, feeling sweat through the cotton T-shirt he's still wearing, hoping that it sends enough of a message. "If you want."

((Going to bed, the boysex will recommence as scheduled after classes tomorrow <3333))

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((Night! I should probably get to bed too, as I need to be up by six... yikes. Anyway, yes. <3))

"I... yeah," Gerard manages breathlessly, a little shiver going through him at the touch. He reaches forward, pulling at the bottom of Frank's shirt, intently pulling it over his head and off. "Yeah, I want."

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Frank shifts to allow Gerard more freedom and skims his own fingers under Gerard's shirt, revelling in the feel of warm, soft flesh under his fingertips. He wants to jerk, rip the shirt off and be done with it, but they don't have a lot, and he really doesn't want to scare Gerard (not even with too much enthusiasm, though god knows he's very enthusiastic about this) so he pauses for a moment, resting his palm against the heated skin of Gerard's side to get his bearings.

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Gerard's hands come down to meet his, moving them a little to slide them under his shirt, nudging it up a little, barely more than a suggestion but he makes a soft noise and looks up, his eyes meeting Frank's. It's about as much of an invitation as he can do; he's still more than a little self-conscious about his body and he almost can't believe Frank actually wants to do this with him of all people.

((Internet!))

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Frank sighs when Gerard's hands move against his, and meets his eyes with a grin. He presses his palms against Gerard's sides, a brief moment of encouragement and affection, before sliding all the way up to his shoulders, taking the shirt with him. Once it's off, he can't help but lean in to kiss Gerard again, hooking his thumbs through the beltloops of Gerard's jeans.

((I actually literally *FLAIL*'d when the notification popped up! Missed you ^_^))

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Gerard kisses back, shifting against him again, and one hand comes up from around Frank's waist to brush across his naked chest. He's blushing, which is stupid but he can't really help it, even if Frank had probably seen him shirtless (accidentally) hundreds of times when they shared an apartment. His other hand is holding them close together and he pulls Frank into him. He's grinning too, a little, somewhat a reaction to his relief and somewhat that Frank smiling is just plain contagious.

((I am always awkward about saying these things, but missed you too. ^_^ and I've been flailing for a good, um, ten minutes now. Heh.)

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Part of Frank wants to just lie like this forever, girly as it sounds, but part of him (a rather specific part, actually) is very interested in blazing a trail forward. He worries though, about spooking Gerard--it wasn't, afterall, very long at all since he had had that pretty neck in his grip--so he does his best to be subtle (which isn't really very good at all, because he's Frank) and unhooks one hand to rub at Gerard's lower belly, stopping with his fingers resting just inside his waistband.

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It's a simple touch, barely anything really, but Gerard's back arches hard and he lets out a breathless "Nnh." He can't even remember the last time he did this--it's been what seems like forever and what Frank is doing is scrambling his brains.

"Fuck, Frank, come on," he breathes out, a little desperately.

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And Frank would like nothing more than to just shove his hand down Gerard's pants but he holds hiimself back. Sloppy handjobs inside jeans are awesome, but they belong to rushed passion against walls. This is...god, he feels like a fourteen year old girl, and he would never ever say it out loud, but this is different. Special.

"C'mon," he pats Gerard's hip before sitting up and starting to strip out his own jeans. "Off with them, let's go."

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Gerard hesitates for a long moment before popping the button of his jeans, sliding them down his hips. They get caught around his ankles and he huffs out a frustrated noise, bending down to yank them the rest of the way off, dropping them to the ground beside the bed. He looks up at Frank expectantly, unsure of his next move, feeling bizzarely like a teenager again.

It isn't very often that he's at a loss for words, but in the dark heat of the room he can't think of a single thing to say to Frank that sounds right to him in his head.

((Okay, not going to lie, the priest icon kind of makes me laugh considering the post it's next to.))

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Frank giggles a little, high-pitched and a tad wheezy, when Gerard struggles with his jeans. Once they're off, of course, there's only a moment's pause before he practically tackles Gerard back onto the bed, not really aiming very well and getting a mouthful of ear. Not one to take defeat lightly, he improvises, sucking hard.

((But it's not a real priest! It's Dean Winchester in a kinky disguise!))

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Gerard makes a face at Frank when he starts laughing, but grins despite himself, only to have the wind knocked out of him a little as he's tackled onto the bed. He groans when Frank starts sucking on his ear, a little too loud and catches himself, one hand over his mouth. His other hand comes up to grab at Frank's hair, holding him in place, and pushes up into Frank's body above him. The position is a little awkward but he can't really bring himself to care at this point.

((No, I know, but it's still funny. (How I know, I have no idea, considering I've never even seen Supernatural, but whatever.))

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Frank groans at the feel of Gerard moving up against him and doesn't the presence of mind to stifle himself like Gerard. He would say it had been too long--and god, it had--but he knows that this wouldn't feel half as good if it wasn't Gerard curling into him. Even his toes feel deliciously overheated, it's a warmth that spreads through his whole body, and he thinks (hopes) that Gerard feels the same way.

He shifts a little until he can support himself on one hand, fitting the other between them, then pauses, looking down at Gerard. "Do you...uh, can I?"

((Dean Winchester's awesome is taking over the internet :nodnod:))

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There's a flicker of something in Gerard's expression for a moment, heated, and the question is open-ended enough that Frank could be asking for anything, really, and his mind is playing out possible scenarios in rapid-fire.

"Can you what?" Because he doesn't know, for all that he's usually good at being perceptive. He can barely even think.

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Frank flushes a litle. He wonders for an instant if this is some sort of power game--make him say what he wants, make him beg--but then he remembers that this isn't any of the random, messed-up hook-ups he's had in the past, this is Gerard and Gerard wouldn't play games with him, not without asking.

"I want to..." He ducks his head and feels the sweat-slick tips of his hair brushing against Gerard's forehead, feeling like a middle-schooler talking in hushed tones with a hot blush he's sure is glowing in the dark. "I just want to touch you, Gee. Or I could, I could blow you, if you want."

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Gerard flushes, trying to clear his mind, but he can't when Frank is so close to him, on him, and asking for that.

"Whatever you want," he says, shaky, biting his lip and trying in vain not to imagine Frank's mouth on him. He leans up, kissing Frank again, a hard and desperate press of lip to lip.

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Frank swipes his tongue across Gerard's lower lip when he pulls away and gives him a bright little-kid-excited grin before starting to work his way down Gerard's chest. He's too into this to have much finesse--sloppy open-mouthed kisses and he's probably leaving trails of spit which is not really sexy, but he just can't help it.

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Gerard's breathing fast, his eyes screwed shut because he's probably going to come on the spot if he sees what Frank is doing. He's making tiny little noises, high-pitched, and he would be embarrassed if he wasn't so far gone. His hand is gripping in Frank's hair like a lifeline and fuck he's not going to last long at this rate, and he's telling himself sternly that Frank is only kissing his chest, there's no reason to be this worked up. It isn't working.

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Frank can't help but grin, burying his nose in Gerard's thigh, at the little sounds he can barely hear. If he had known Gerard would sound like that, there's no way he would have waited this long. Picking his head back up, he licked along the crease of his thigh, less as a tease than as a preparation. He needs a moment to get ahold of himself, because if he comes from just the feel of Gerard's skin and those amazing noises he will never be able to look Gerard in the eye again.

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"Oh god," Gerard manages faintly, half words and half moan. It feels amazing and he is going to embarrass himself at this rate; he's just praying Frank gets on with it or he's going to come before Frank even gets his mouth on him. He manages to force his eyes open, only to close them again as he gets a glimpse of Frank, mouth on his thigh and a little grin on his face. Fuck.