there was a whole lot of zip then it went boom ([info]swear_jar) wrote,
@ 2008-12-11 13:48:00
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Current mood: hopeful

writing meme?
Let's try this, since my brain is apparently stuck on CANNOT WRITE currently:

Give me a character/pairing, and a one word prompt and I'll write you a drabble.

(Please to be sticking to bandom people/pairings? And substitute for "drabble" there "at least one sentence but don't blame me if it ends up way longer").


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[info]foxinmyhands
2008-12-11 03:35 am UTC (link)
Blah blah blah one track mind: Jepha/Dan. And, uh... "heroes", because that is the song that just came on my iPod.

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[info]thesamefire
2008-12-11 03:39 am UTC (link)
frank/jepha, ankles

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[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 08:55 am UTC (link)
(Dan kind of snuck in there. Also pornostache Frank. Also kink. Sorry?)

Frank's screamed and smoked himself horse though a fairly awesome set. He’s happily coughing as he smacks the bathroom door open, still jittery high on smashing the shit out of the rest of the band and making people's heads explode, and how half the people he loved had been either on stage with him or hanging out in the wings jumping around and grinning at him-- fuck, even Jepha had been there, hanging out in the audience with his new drummer. Not that he'd had a chance to talk to Jeph yet, but he hadn't even seen him for so long, it was pretty awesome.

The point is, Frank's full of beer and piss and needs to get rid of one of these things before he explodes.

He freezes inside the doorway, shoes squeaking on the tile and door slamming shut, muffling the bar sounds, and stares, not at all subtle.

Thing is, everyone knows Jepha is into some kinky shit. Frank knows. Frank's totally had that conversation. More than once. Drunk and sober and on a bus and while their respective lead singers were audibly having a drunken make-out session somewhere nearby. Jepha's a pretty fascinating guy. Anyway, Frank's point is, he knows Jepha likes a bit of slap and fuckin' tickle or whatever, but it doesn't prepare him for walking in on this:

Jepha's shoved hard against the bathroom wall, inside a stall with the door half open, his arms twisted up behind him keeping him shoved nearly flat against the wall. His other hand is free but pressed against the tiles and he's definitely, definitely not struggling.

Frank takes a step forward when he really kind of means to take a step back, and realises, hello, that's Dan-- Jepha's drummer. With the police hold on Jepha, with his long fingered hands curling around Jepha's forearm and his other hand invisible around the curve of Jepha's ass, and Jepha's pants are somewhere around his ankles. Dan's pants are still on and Jepha's practically kissing the dirty graffiti covered toilet wall with his mouth all red and wet and open.

Jepha grunts and then whines, high and thin, loud, as Dan pushes his arm up again, Frank's basically waiting to hear the SNAP, and Dan's other hand stops moving, and he spins them around so Jepha’s cheek hits the open door. Dan's hand moves and he flicks Jepha's PA, hard. Frank tears his eyes away, back up to Dan’s face.

"Shh," Dan says.

Both Frank and his dick twitch, and then:

"... Frank?" Jepha says, quietly. Jepha's fucked out dark eyes and sweaty hair and blinks slowly. Frank feel hot under his gaze.

"Yeah?" Frank says. He should still leave, but.

"Do me a favour?" Dan says.

Frank looks at him for a second, and fuck if he barely even realises he's going to before he does it, his mouth opens and "yes," comes out. Then, "yeah?" like a question, because he's not even sure.

"He won't stay quiet. Can we borrow you for a second?"

"Jepha?" Frank asks.

"It's true. Help, Frankie?" Jepha asks, flutters his eyelashes stupidly, and Frank actually laughs.

"Fuck yes."

Which is why instead of pissing or puking as planned, Frank has his feet planted as steadily as he can on the closed lid of the toilet seat, pants open, his dick in Jepha's mouth. Frank Iero: human gag. Dan's switched the arm he's wretching up behind Jepha's back and is jerking him off with abandon now.

Frank jerks and gasps, fuck, Jepha's tongue stud, and slaps his hand against the wall at his side, grabs onto the top of the stall so he doesn't fall and kill them all with adrenaline-arousal-beer shaken limbs and thinks this show is going to be pretty hard to top, actually. Jepha pushes down on Frank’s dick, taking most of him in, rubbing his tongue on Frank’s dick, and Frank very nearly does crumple because he’s coming hard in Jepha mouth and Jepha’s not pulling off—“fuck,” Frank gurgles.

Dan's fingers curl around Frank's ankle and Frank looks down, waits for his breathing to even out.

"Nice to meet you, man," Frank says, and feels stupid on beer and adrenaline and coming in Jepha’s mouth, holy fuck.

Dan laughs up at him.

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I am just prancing by quickly during a writing break...
[info]visionofblue
2008-12-11 09:36 am UTC (link)
...okay, fine, it's more like a break from staring at a blinking cursor and facepalming, but whatevs.

My point: \o/ OH HAI THERE. *___* DAYUM. NICE JOB. (Um. Shouting and annoying incoherence and netspeak means approval?)

I am so glad you asked for bandom prompts and your flist is obliging with good ones. (And I do hope it's helping with the writing. I mean, I know it's working out well for me, from a selfish standpoint. ;))

Frank Iero: human gag.

Ahahahaha! And again: DAYUM. ... I have to go write porn now. Thankyouverymuch!

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Re: I am just prancing by quickly during a writing break... - [info]swear_jar, 2008-12-12 03:44 am UTC (Expand)

[info]thesamefire
2008-12-11 04:53 pm UTC (link)
SDLKGJSDLKGJSDGLSDGSD HI. I LIKE ALL DANS AND KINKY!JEPHAS AND LEATHERMOUTH!FRANKS, PORNOSTACHE AND ALL. SO THEIR PRESENCES ARE TOTALLY OKAY WITH ME.


How is it even POSSIBLE that you managed to cram so many hot mental images into a single drabble? HOW? HOW? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS.

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[info]apiphile
2008-12-11 07:38 pm UTC (link)
I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

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[info]foxinmyhands
2008-12-13 05:55 am UTC (link)
Oh Frank. You fit in so well with the Used, yes you do.

Frank's totally had that conversation. More than once.

Something about that actually made me laugh out loud. Maybe because I assume it's true.

Jepha grunts and then whines, high and thin, loud, as Dan pushes his arm up again, Frank's basically waiting to hear the SNAP, and Dan's other hand stops moving, and he spins them around so Jepha’s cheek hits the open door.

gepjifqeog OH GOD I LOVE ONE-ARM-BEHIND-THE-BACK PORN. I don't even know why! It's even in my fic. I SWEAR I DIDN'T TAKE IT FROM YOU, IT'S JUST REALLY HOT.

"It's true. Help, Frankie?" Jepha asks, flutters his eyelashes stupidly, and Frank actually laughs.

I love these guys (and the way you write them) so fucking much.

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(no subject) - [info]swear_jar, 2008-12-13 06:51 am UTC (Expand)
Least surprising prompt choice eva.
[info]visionofblue
2008-12-11 04:28 am UTC (link)
I have a one track mind?

Mikeyway (or Mikeyway/Anybody), concentrate

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[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 04:48 am UTC (link)
(When I read your header, I assumed it would be Mikeyway and "unicorn". I was half wrong! Heh).

"Concentrate, Mikey!"

"I am concentrating, Gerard, hey, did you know that that stain on your sheet looks EXACTLY like a skull?"

"That's because I drew it on there with marker last night," Gerard says, cocking his head and looking at it.

"It's really cool," Mikey says.

"Thanks-- wait. Mikey! Concentrate." Gerard is a little flushed with drink and looks utterly scandalized at Mikey's attempt to change the subject.

"This isn't going to work," Mikey says and places his hand over Gerard's, clean fingers linking with nailpolish and instained ones.

"It will if you try," Gerard says firmly.

"Fine." Mikey says, and looks down at their hands. Over the glass. Over the ouija board that's sitting tilted on Gerard's bed, between them. Truth is he finds ouija boards kind of creepy.

The cup moves. Gerard's eyes go wide and round like a cartoon, like only Gerard can do. Gerard says the letters out loud reverently: U

N

I

C

O

R

"MIKEY!"

Mikey just falls over backwards, head bouncing on Gerard's hair-grease smelly pillow and laughs. "I need more vodka for this."

Gerard flops backwards next to Mikey and then props himself up on his elbow to look down at him. "Mikey?" Gerard asks, quietly.

"Vodka," Mikey replies.

"Mikey?" Gerard asks again and Mikey sighs and gives in, Gerard's earnest tone is something he really can't ever say no to. Even if it means trying the ouija board for real, which is so doesn't want to.

"Yeah?" Mikey says back.

Gerard pulls the pillow out from under Mikey's head and smothers him with it and by the time Mikey fends him off he's laughing hard enough he can barely breathe anyway. Gerard laughs back and fishes the vodka out from under the bed.

(This could either get a lot more cute or a lot more illegal after that, so I kind of stalled at the fork in the road there, sorry).

Edited at 2008-12-11 04:49 am UTC

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[info]visionofblue
2008-12-11 05:31 am UTC (link)
YAAAAY! O____O I love this, and will have more to say later (I will. There will be more proper squeeing, yes there will) but I have to go write things and address cards right now, but for now: THANK-YOOOOOU! ♥ ME HAPPY. YOU ROCK. :DDDDD

(When I read your header, I assumed it would be Mikeyway and "unicorn". I was half wrong! Heh).

And you gave me unicorns anyway! \o/ This feels me with GLEE.

(This could either get a lot more cute or a lot more illegal after that, so I kind of stalled at the fork in the road there, sorry).

I would be okay with illegal things, you know. A-OKAY. ALARMINGLY OKAY. I mean, cute is fabulous, too. I take my Ways either...uh...way. (::facepalm:: Oh, their name. So many bad things happen around it.) But. Beds. Vodka. Mikey being creeped out by the idea of communicating with the netherworld, which Gerard will probably eventually notice after something spooky happens, and try to comfort. In his weird drunken way. Edited: Erm. Not that I'm trying to pressure you for more. This was GOOOOOOD, and I appreciate just this SO MUCH. ::thumbs up:: My brain just went places, sorry.

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Re: Least surprising prompt choice eva. - [info]swear_jar, 2008-12-12 03:49 am UTC (Expand)
Now I try to squee properly. And by properly, I clearly mean incoherently.
[info]visionofblue
2008-12-12 12:20 pm UTC (link)
Loooove this. Yes, I know I said that. But something about the Way brothers sitting around the basement being creepy teen dorks just brings me so much joy. I think it is the way you write it so well, YES? :D It is just what I wanted. With extra sparkles.

Ouija board! SO GERARD. And it made complete sense to me that Mikey would be a bit hesitant, and the way you wrote him thinking about it worked well. And caving anyway. Because it's Gerard.

U

N

I

C

O

R

"MIKEY!"

THIS IS MY GLEE FACE. :DDD Perfect. I don't think I've mentioned enough that I really enjoy your Mikey? BUT I DO.

"I am concentrating, Gerard, hey, did you know that that stain on your sheet looks EXACTLY like a skull?"

"That's because I drew it on there with marker last night," Gerard says, cocking his head and looking at it.

HEEEEE. Oh, them. So right. ♥

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[info]apiphile
2008-12-11 04:31 am UTC (link)
Jepha/Dan, gamble.

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[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 10:49 am UTC (link)
So Jepha doesn't remember much about last night other than getting stoned and watching Bert prank call Dave Grohl to profess his love (prank might be the wrong word, Bert seriously loves that guy).

He stumbles through to the kitchen barefoot, tiles cold against his feet, rubbing his eyes. Dan’s there, shirtless and messy haired, making breakfast.

Jepha sidles up and leans his butt against the counter, watches Dan bump around cheerfully until his brain catches up to his body. He doesn't feel too bad, considering.

"Goodmorning--" he starts, but is cut off by Dan stepping up against him and shoving a piece of toast in his open mouth. "What the fuck?" He mumbles, but he comes out all crummy spit and nonsense through the toast.

"No talking," Dan says, eyebrows up, pulling a stupid serious business face.

Jepha just chews and looks at him and waits.

"Remember? Last night?" Dan prompts.

Jepha remembers getting stoned enough he can’t remembered anything-- oh, wait. He talks a lot when he's stoned. He remembers Dan betting him that he couldn't go the entire day without speaking. Well, fine. He can totally do that, especially now he remembers Bert and Quinn laughingly betting against him too.

Jepha swallows his toast and nods.

"Good," Dan says. "I used up the rest of your peanut butter."

Jepha opens his mouth than snaps it shut silently.

---

They walk to the studio together. It's normally a quiet walk anyway, but this time it's conspicuously so.

---

In the studio, it's a surprisingly long time before Bert and Quinn notice Jepha's not talking. Bert's asks, first smoke break of the day. Jepha can't answer.

Bert prods him in the ribs.

Jepha shrugs. He glances over at Dan and Dan smiles at him.

Jepha smiles back, wide and happy.

Bert tries to stick his hand down Jepha's pants, as if the answer to the mystery can be found somewhere around Jepha's balls.

---

Inside, Dan bumps Jepha's shoulder with his own and Jepha turns and looks at him.

Quinn dodges past them in the hallway and yells over his shoulder "I'm drinking the last ice tea, Jeph, say no now or forever go thirsty."

Jepha doesn't say anything.

"I'm impressed," Dan says, and it's about that moment, when Jepha wants so bad to yell a simple "fuck you" to Quinn, he feels his stomach flip and his dick taking some interest in this, that he realises this might not be the best idea.

---

Dan flomps down on the couch, throwing his long limbs everywhere like he owns the place.

Jepha sits down next to him. Dan flicks the TV onto football game and throws the remote over to one of the lounge chairs. Jepha bites back his protest. He fucking hates football, but not quite enough to get up and change the channel. He’s tired, and also Dan’s hand has slipped into his hair and is ruffling it gently.

Petting him. Dan's hand slides out of his hair and Jepha's first urge is to tilt his head and kiss Dan on the lips because hasn't he been good, he realises this is probably not a very good idea.

He does it anyway. It’s just a soft kiss that Dan returns, casually.

Jepha pulls away straight away, opens his mouth to apologize, because this is the stupidest possible time to put this out there, to see if Dan's interested, this is dumb, so dumb.

"Dan," he says, "sorry--"

But Dan's got one hand on the back of his neck and one through his earring and pulls the side of Jepha's face up close to his.

"Shhh," he says in Jepha's ear.

Jepha is silent.

… (AND THEN THEY DUN SEX. Why is writing sex so hard?).

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[info]saltlemonnlime
2008-12-11 06:49 pm UTC (link)
OH! *flaily hands* I love this! Dan is serious awesome.

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[info]apiphile
2008-12-11 07:35 pm UTC (link)
I said it elsewhere but JESUS JESSPHA. You write the best D/s ever, you know that? You just have the dynamic down so fucking well. *bookmarks* You make ALL THEIR INTERACTIONS read like sex. There is sex running through this like veins in cheese. Omg.

write orgasm denial Dan/Jepha I will buy you a fucking HOUSE with my imaginary money

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[info]foxinmyhands
2008-12-13 05:57 am UTC (link)
... D/s fluff. I didn't even know it was what I needed, but apparently it was! Feel much better now, because I am a dork and a deviant.

Bert tries to stick his hand down Jepha's pants, as if the answer to the mystery can be found somewhere around Jepha's balls.

One of the things I love about your writing is that I have no trouble whatsoever believing that this has actually happened. It's also why I love this band.

And after that I just squeaked and fluffed and went OH GOD, SO CUTE a lot. Jepha's been good! He deserves kisses! My heart is re-inflated now.

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[info]maryangel200
2008-12-11 08:11 am UTC (link)
I'm so predictable.

Frank/Gerard, shaving.

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part 1
[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 02:08 pm UTC (link)
(Okay, this is kind of unfinished and ridiculously long for what was meant to be a drabble (NEARLY 2000 WORDS WTF???), but I ran out of steam. Highschool AU for some reason? Sorry, they've been on my brain for a while).

Frank Iero is not one of the popular kids. Frank Iero thanks every fucking God in the sky that he is not one of the popular kids, because that would make him an utter cockspank. He unscrunches his eyes and winces. He's probably going to have a black eye. Motherfuckers. Okay, so no one had punched him or anything quite that spectacular, but they'd been yelling shit at him and he'd been so fucking distracted trying to stop himself walking over there and yelling or punching faces (he can't afford to get caught fighting again, he's had his warnings, his Dad will kill him if he gets suspended) that he'd walked into a fucking pole. They'd laughed. He hates them.

Fuck.

He reaches up and tentatively touches his face, the feels a tickle on his nose. He's bleeding. Okay, no black eye, but the bridge of his nose stings when he runs his fingers over it. He's split it open, it hurts now he thinks about it.

Double fuck.

He spits. He just wants to go home and listen to Black Flag until his ears bleed.

A car horn blares next to him and he nearly pisses himself, scrabling up out of the dirt and brushing himself off.

"Gerard?" Frank yells. The beat up old car parked across the road is, in fact, the Way's. Gerard sits in the parked car, hunkered down, too much time the basement pale and shadow eyed, wearing one of Mikey's knit caps pulled down low, and generally looking for all the world like a pervert staring into a highschool looking to pick up a young boy-- ha. Frank wishes. Gerard has never once taken advantage of his willing teenage body, even if he is there to pick Frank up.

"Hey Frank," Gerard says, as Frank pulls open a creaking door climbs into the back, shitty old springs poking into his butt through the shitty old vinal seats.

"Hey Gee," Frank says and shifts on the squeaky seat. "You look like a pedo."

"Thanks," Gerard snorts and rubs his eyes. He turns around in his seat to look at Frank.

He also looks hungover. And sounds like he's been gargling whisky and smoking like a chimney.

Frank loves that voice. He smiles at Gerard.

Gerard looks horrified.

"What?" Frank says, because what has he done?

"Your FACE, Frankie!" Gerard sounds horrified. "What happened?"

"Douchebags happened." Frank says. He doesn't want to talk about it. He's forgotten the fact he was bleeding entirely until Gerard had turned around and looked at him like a heartbroken kitten-- it pisses Frank off worse than his stinging nose, that this has worried Gerard. Triple fuck.

Mikey taps on the window and Gerard and Frank both jump.

Mikey jumps in the front, squeak-slamming the door.

"Douchebags again, Frank?" Mikey asks, peering at him over his glasses.

"Yup." Gerard's facing the road again and Frank just stares out the window and watches the suburbs fly by until they get to the Way's house.

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part 2
[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 02:10 pm UTC (link)
Several hours later, Frank has forgotten his minor injury, mostly because at this point he can no longer feel his face.

Gerard, though, has just hit that point that Frank has learned to love, that point where he lets his weird, jittery gaurd down enough to do that thing where he just randomly starts getting cuddly with everyone-- everyone being Frank and Mikey, which is good, because that means Frank gets 50% of the hugs.

"Frank," Gerard says, head on Frank's shoulder, "Frank, I hate douchebags."

"Me too," Frank says, and hopes sincerely that Gerard won't slip down and put his head anywhere near Frank's lap. That could be embarrassing. Also, he has no idea what Gerard is actually talking about, but douchebags are douchbags, so he thinks he's safe agreeing.

"No, Frankie. I mean," Gerard sits up unsteadily and Frank sways towards him-- half the drink, half using the drink as an excuse to fall into Gerard at every oportunity he can, but Gerard puts a hand on his shoulder and looks at him, wide eyed and beautiful and so very serious. "I mean," Gerard puts his other hand on Frank's cheek. Frank's brain loses all ability to function. "Your face."

"I like your face," Frank says.

Frank hates alcohol all of a sudden. He's also like to die.

"No!" Gerard says, and laughs, giggles. "I hate that they did that to your face."

Frank suddenly clicks, oh! His face!

"I have an idea," Gerard says. Gerard's drunk ideas are always hilarious, but Frank still resents the face that Gerard leans back away from him and takes his hand off Frank's cheek to stand up. "Come here," Gerard walks unsteadily over the piles of mess on his floor and makes his way to the bathroom. The fact that the basement has its own bathroom is the best thing ever. Frank never has to embarrass himself in front of Mrs. Way by going upstairs if he needs to puke or anything.

Frank watches Gerard's back (okay, also his ass) and only stands up after glancing over at where Mikey's face down in Gerard's pillows, snoring.

Frank picks his way over the mess, putting his feet in Gerard's footsteps, like he's walking through a minefield. Not quite as dangerous, but he's pretty sure there's stuff on Gerard's floor he doesn't want to step on.

In the bathroom, Gerard is rummaging through a box that's sitting on the close lid of the toilet. Frank blink blearily in the bathroom light and props himself up on the counter.

Edited at 2008-12-11 02:11 pm UTC

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part 3
[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 02:12 pm UTC (link)
"Ha!" Gerard says, "got it," and he turns around, deathly pale under the harsh light. He looks dead. But happy. And pretty. "I'm going to fix you," Gerard holds up a little stick that's got something white written down the side.

"What the fuck is that?" Frank asks.

"Concealer!" Gerard smiles triumphantly.

"Make-up?"

"Make up."

Gerard step into Frank's space and says, "up."

Frank no idea what the hell Gerard is talking about. "Make-up up?"

"On the counter, Frankie!" Gerard giggles like a loon.

Oh. Oh. "Oh!" Frank says, and hops up so his butt is on the dirty damp counter. Gerard comes at him with the little stick and Frank closes his eyes involuntarily. It barely stings when Gerard wipes a finger over Frank's nose. "Open your eyes," he says. Frank opens his eyes, to find himself up close and personal with Gerard's wide, damp ones. Gerard's breath gusts over his lips.

"Why've you got a bag of make-up?" Frank asks. Gerard takes a step back, grinning and ducking his head. Stupid, Frank thinks to himself, shut up.

Gerard shrugs. "I've used it a few times."

"What, you mean like--" Frank pauses. The make-up kit is still open on the toilet lid. There's other stuff in there, lipstick, eyeliner. Now he's imagining Gerard all done up, not like some dudes Frank knows wear eyeliner, but really done up, with the concealer and the lipstick and the eyeliner.

"Want me to show you?" Gerard asks.

Edited at 2008-12-11 02:14 pm UTC

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part 4 (last bit! sorry about the bazillion comments, I forgot about the character limit. er).
[info]swear_jar
2008-12-11 02:13 pm UTC (link)


Frank ignores how much of a bad idea that is, ignores his dick sitting up and taking notice again, ignores how he totally can't hide here, sitting on the counter, no pillows to place strategically over his lap, and says yeah.

"I gotta shave first," Gerard says. Then pauses.

Frank looks at him.

Gerard looks back.

Frank looks more.

"You're sitting in front of my razor, Frankie." Gerard says eventually.

"Oh!" Frank scrabbles around behind him, then holds out Gerard's razor to him. When Gerard goes to grab it, Frank snatches it back. Elbows Gerard's drink into the sink in the process, bright red cordial and vodka spinning down the drain. Could have been worse. Frank laughs.

"Looks like blood," Gerard says, kind of seriously. Frank looks up. Frowns.

"Hey, I thought you were showing me something," Frank says.

"Gimme back my razor then," Gerard says, shaking his head and smiling.

"No," Frank says.

"Fine," Gerard says. He grabs the can of shaving cream next to Frank's hip, squirts it into his hand and smooths it over his face. He leans in and tilts his chin up, offering his throat to Frank.

Frank hesitates. His hands aren't steady. For a lot of reasons. He presses the blades to Gerard's throat and draws the shitty plastic razor upwards. He feels a jolt through his whole body-- he can't do this. It's not like a dull plastic handles razor could kill Gerard, it's more that Frank's hard from this-- sitting here on the counter, Gerard's hands on his knees, Gerard's throat under his fingers. No where to hide.

"Um," Frank clears his throat. "I'm too drunk for this."

"Fuck," Gerard says, rubs his eyes with foamy fingers and leaves a smear of white on his eyebrow. "Me too." He takes the razor out of Frank's hands and shaves himself, quick practiced strokes, like he's done this drunk before. He probably has, Frank thinks.

Gerard's smooth faced when he looks at Frank again. Not a hint of the fine black stubble of before. He makes Frank close his eyes.

When Frank opens them again, it's to a stranger's eyes-- black rimmed and smoky, pretty and dark. , under white perfect skin and dark make-up, red stained lips.

When he really looks, duh, it's Gerard there still, under that.

It's sort of Gerard.

It's different.

"You're..." Frank starts, at a loss.

"Ridiculous?" Gerard supplies, and tucks a bit of hair behind his ear.

"No!" Frank says. "No, you're..." he doesn't want to say pretty, or beautiful, or hot, it all seems wrong (even if it's true), but Gerard's wrong too.

Frank screws his eyes shut and leans forward and kisses Gerard.

His nose bumps Gerard’s and it stings enough his eyes water and their teeth click together and the noise Gerard makes it more startled than sexy-- but Frank is overwhelmed, butterflies and bells and blood rushing rapidly southwards.

He pulls away.

"That was a shitty kiss," Frank says, but can't stop grinning.

"Frankie," Gerard says, he sounds shaky, his hands braces on Frank's thighs, fingers stroking unconsciously, his lipstick smeared in a way that makes Frank want to blush. He did that. He made Gerard look like sex.

"You look like sex," Frank says. Blushes. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

Gerard makes a noise Frank's never heard before, half groan and half laugh.

"I'm going to go to hell for this," Gerard says, and presses up close to Frank can feel him, warm between his legs. He kisses Frank again.

It's better this time.

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Re: part 4 (last bit! sorry about the bazillion comments, I forgot about the character limit. er). - [info]maryangel200, 2008-12-11 02:51 pm UTC (Expand)
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[info]yan_tan_tether
2008-12-11 10:26 am UTC (link)
Jepha/Quinn, drunk :DDD

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[info]swear_jar
2008-12-12 01:29 am UTC (link)
(Okay, you get porn, apparently. This is pretty much porn with a side of porn).

They only do this when they're drunk.

Quinn's hand is wrapped around Jepha's dick, Jepha grunts harshly, shoves his hips forward into Quinn's grip. Quinn presses sharp (vicious) teeth into the skin on Jepha's neck, tongue flicking restlessly over Jepha's adam's apple, and at the same time his fingers flick over Jepha's PA. Jepha jerks hard into Quinn's hand again, his head thudding back against the wall, hearing it but not feeling it, feeling he's back up against the wall now though, feeling the coolness through the thin cotton of his t-shirt, the confinement of hands and arms and the solid surface behind him.

Quinn knows how to get Jepha off, fast, brutally fast. Efficient in a way that can only come from practice. From how many times they're done this. He knows what he's doing in a way that let’s Jepha shut down any higher brain function and just shove back into the firm grip and the teeth, just let himself give in and get off, nothing to prove. Quinn knows the quick twist of his wrist right then is just right, knows he can bite down hard enough to bruise anywhere his mouth reaches, the junction of Jepha's shoulder and his neck, his chest, his arm, high up under his chin, any place there's enough flesh get between his teeth and nip at, and Quinn knows just when to do it-- right when Jepha's getting close, right now-- knows how to be not even a little gentle. Quinn knows he can tug on the ring in Jepha's dick harder than most people would dare.

Jepha's breath clicks in his throat, half swallowed, half pushed harshly out his nose, gritting his teeth on a steady rhythm of breathless "fucks" like a bassline. Fuck fuck fuck-- the pace and the pressure increases everywhere (his dick his shoulder his back pressed against the wall Quinn's breath shoving harshly out against his skin) until Jepha's words disintegrate into nonsense syllables and the rhythm of his hips turns uneven. Quinn's hand keeps pace and his mouth catches Jepha's falling curses, efficient, hard, verge of pain strokes while Jepha's coming, the sound of skin of skin loud and obscene in his ears, pulling Jepha through it, until he's silent and way too sensitive.

Until he rips his mouth away from Quinn's to breathe.

Jepha's ears rush with pounding blood and his head spins for a second. When he opens his eyes again, Quinn is leaning in close, eyes half closed, cheeks flushes and grinning with sharp teeth, his hair an insane looking mess.

"Fuck," Jepha says.

"You said that," Quinn says, bumps his nose into Jepha's so all Jepha gets is a blur of his features this close, shadowed and warm cheeked. Jepha rubs their noses together, scrapes their stubble. Quinn hums against him.

They only do this when they're drunk. Sometimes, Jepha wishes it were different.

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[info]saltlemonnlime
2008-12-11 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Dan/Bert, biting. p.s je t'adore.

I'M RASHLY ASSUMING YOU KNOW MORE FRENCH THAN PEOPLE IN BANDS.

its pronounced oat coture

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[info]girlneedsagun
2008-12-12 06:23 am UTC (link)
AM I TOO LATE? Ummmmmm...Dann/Jepha, dirty. ::shifty eyes::

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