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 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.

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He contemplates his options for a second, whether to be fast or slow or what-have-you, and finally, finally, god,/i> takes Gerard into his mouth, sucking a little bit, but mostly just savoring the hot solid weight against his tongue.

((Ahaha, as teh pr0n increases, the lengths decrease.))

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Gerard is practically shaking with the effort to hold himself still, eyes closed and whole body tense. "Fuck, Frank," he groans, and now he really can't bring himself to look, can barely bring himself to think about what Frank is doing to him.

((Indeed... It's a magical thing.))

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And Frank somehow manages to smile, even though his lips are stretched tight. He slides down a little farther and wraps his hands under Gerard's knees, playing a little with the soft skin there. Sucks a little harder because even though he wants this to last, he's desperate for the satisfaction of getting Gerard off, proving that he can bring something besides death and pain and fear.

((Agh, distracted by pr0n and fucked up my html >.< I am shamed. O look, there's a tiny bit of character development in the porn, SEE WHAT I DID THAR?))

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Gerard lets out a low moan, and he's given up controlling his volume entirely, some distant part of his mind making a note to apologise to Brian in the morning. His hips jerk a little sorry didn't mean to sorry and he's practically gasping for his breaths.

"Fuck, I'm going to..." He breaks off on a choked whimper. His whole body feels like it's on fire and he can't find enough air.

((!! oic :D ))

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Frank tightens his grip on Gerard's legs, encouraging. Yeah, go ahead. He backs off momentarily for a quick lick before sliding down as far as he can go, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. (It's not deep-throating by a long-shot, but he's pleased, considering how long it's been since he's done this)

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"Are you going to," Gerard gasps out, and then it hits him. "Oh." It's barely any time at all before he's moaning out a barely-coherent "ohgod" and coming, so hard he feels like he's going to black out, and he wants to pin Frank down and return the favor as soon as he gets his breath back. He's panting, taking in giant lungfuls of air.

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Frank swallows and slides back up, feeling almost as sleepy-happy as if he had come himself though there's the sharp hunger in his stomach that reminds him he hasn't, until they're mostly even.

He presses a giggly kiss to Gerard's collarbone and looks up through his lashes, nose wrinkled in a smile. He's never been this giddy in bed before (he's, well, he's mostly what you'd expect a serial killer to be: harsh, rough, fast) but something about Gerard just makes him want to lick every inch of his body and then laugh. "Still willing to kiss me?"

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Gerard rolls his eyes, grinning, tugging Frank's head back and kissing him. The angle is slightly awkward, Frank just a little too low for it to be comfortable, and it's giving him a crick in his neck, but he's just gotten one of the best blowjobs in his recent memory and he can't bring himself to care.

Gerard meets Frank's eyes,"What do you want me to do?" His mouth is quirked up in a smirk that promises any number of filthy things.

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"Anything you want." It's too quick and too breathless, and Frank winces a little at how ridiculously eager he sounds. "I mean, whatever." He wriggles himself up a little higher so that he can kiss the tip of Gerard's pointy little nose the way he's been tempted the entire time they've known each other.