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turpsI don't know what the heck happened, but I needed to restart my computer, so before I did that I saved the email where I keep the pop_newsletter links. Which I do every time I add something new. Then when I went to get it from drafts it was blank. As of now I have one link *sadface*
Not that it's a disaster, it won't take that long to go back and revisit all the usual places, but still. Fail email. Fail!
The lift man is here right now. It makes me laugh because James has been chatting to him since he arrived. While I would have been holed up out of his way with the door closed. James is just so much more sociable than I am.
Okay, so while I'm here moaning on anyway, I may as well post the ficlet I wrote for the Too Drunk To Fuck Pornomeme that I mentioned in my last post. So here's what happened. James had to take the bil to work this morning so we had to get up at 6. James went and I was alone, and it was snowing, and I saw this porn meme and thought, sod it, and just wrote and posted before I could be embarrassed for myself. So behind the cut is some Mikey/Frank with Gerard looking on.
Gerard wakes to the sound of something thumping to the floor.
Sleep-soggy, he squint opens his eyes, enough that he can grope for his watch. Then wants to kill someone when he realises it’s only 4am. He’s been asleep for less than an hour and the urge to maim is strong, especially when he hears the giggles.
Frank’s making no attempt to be quiet at all and Gerard pushes his face into his pillow, listens to the soft sound of the road, the whir of the bus tires. It doesn’t help. Especially when Mikey starts laughing too, that high-pitched giggle that’s pulled out of him when he’s buzzed, just this side of being drunk.
Uncurling himself from the covers, Gerard slides out of his bunk, because Mikey’s not Frank, and Gerard has no hesitation about bitching out his brother for being an inconsiderate fuck, and then hauling him back to bed.
Gerard takes a quick moment to scowl at Bob, who’s curled up tight in his bunk, earphones jammed in his ears, and Ray, who’s lying on his back, one arm hanging into space, his face covered in a tangle of hair. Gerard hates how they can sleep like this, and is temped to ‘accidentally’ kick the sides of their bunks. Instead he keeps frowning as he carefully tucks Ray’s arm back under the covers and pulls along the curtain so Bob’s hidden away.
Gathering his irritation around him, because what the fuck are they doing out there? Gerard stalks to the front of the bus, then freezes in place, the tirade of angry words dying when he sees that Mikey’s lying on the floor, Frank crouched above him.
Which would be fine, but Mikey’s jeans are bundled around his ankles, tangled around his boots, and his knees are splayed outwards, exposing the long lines of his inner thighs. Mikey’s also hard, his cock pushing against his grey shorts, and Gerard can’t look away from where Frank has his hand against Mikey’s thigh. Bitten-black fingernails against pale white skin and Frank’s giggling as he finger-walks up Mikey’s leg, slips his fingers under his shorts, groping with clumsy movements that make Mikey moan, the sound low and needy and Gerard is the biggest pervert ever because he can’t help from slipping his own hand down the front of his pyjama pants, stroking along the length of his own cock.
“Mikey,” Frank says, laughter fading, and despite being fully dressed he seems exposed, emotions obvious as he leans in, his hair falling forward, one hand braced on the floor as he licks across Mikey’s mouth. Gerard tightens his hand, bites at his own lip, rubs his thumb across the head of his cock as he memorises each detail. The flash of tongue, the trail of saliva that glistens as Frank momentarily pulls back, the way Mikey is pushing into Frank’s hand, his back arched off the floor.
Each strangled moan, each lazy thrust goes straight to Gerard’s cock, and his heart is thundering as he watches Frank kiss along Mikey’s jaw, down his throat, biting hard at the join of shoulder and neck. Mikey gasps, his mouth open and Gerard’s whimpering, sound trapped in his throat as he bites down on his own fist, jerks his hips as he fucks his own hand, knowing Mikey is close from the sounds he’s making, the way Frank’s moving his hand, pushing the pace as he follows his own trail of kisses until he’s back at Mikey’s mouth. The kiss deep and nasty, Mikey’s hand scrabbling against the carpet, his legs trembling until he suddenly stiffens, his body still.
It’s that last push that Gerard needs, and he’s coming too, sparks along his spine, wet heat against his palm, between his fingers, feeling light-headed, lost, when he watches Frank wipe his hand on Mikey’s t-shirt, the way they’re smiling at one another as Frank gently kisses Mikey’s nose then flops down, head pillowed on Mikey's chest, already slipping into sleep.
Gerard creeps back to his bunk – alone.
“I, have the best idea, Ryan Ross,” Jon says, slurring slightly, and he’s grinning as he crawls forward on the bed.
The mattress dips with each movement, and Ryan can’t take his eyes away from the sway of Jon’s hips, the way his ass moves as he slowly slinks forward. He’s a mixture of deadly predator and shaggy friendly dog, and Ryan shivers, lets his knees drop open as Jon crawls close.
“I want you to tie me up with your scarves,” Jon says, and his mouth is brushing against Ryan’s, so close they’re sharing breath. “I want you to tie me down then ride me hard, you sliding onto my cock, your knees tight against my sides. I want to see you fuck yourself on me until you scream.”
Ryan can’t help the whimper that’s pulled from him. He can easily imagine how Jon will look, spread out and tied, Ryan’s best scarves wound around his ankles, his wrists. “Yes,” Ryan says, hard and ready and needing as Jon moves in even closer, slicks his tongue over Ryan’s bottom lip, into his mouth.
Jon tastes of vodka and mints, and his skin feels flushed with heat as Ryan kisses back, wanting to moan as he imagines riding Jon, the burn of his cock deep inside, the way Jon’s eyelashes will flutter as he tips back his head, exposing the line of his neck, the muscles of his arms and wrists bound with colourful silk.
“You… I’ll get...” Ryan slips from under Jon, already knowing exactly which scarves he’ll use. The paisley on one foot, the pink check on the other. The black check around one wrist, and maybe pale blue on the other.
Sliding from the bed, he palms his own cock, bites at his lip at the result jolt of pleasure that’s amplified, made more as Jon falls back against the pillows, looks at Ryan as he slowly undoes the top buttons of his shirt.
“Fuck, yes.” Ryan says, tearing his eyes from Jon’s show so he can grab the scarves. Usually he would reverently unpack each one from the special bag of scarves, but not now. Not when he’s so hard and needing and Jon is right there. Grabbing four, Ryan turns back to the bed.
Then slumps, softens as he sees Jon collapsed on the bed, shirt half open, one sock off and his mouth open wide, obviously fast asleep.
“You suck,” Ryan says, resigned, and quickly man handles Jon under the covers. Then, brushing a kiss against Jon’s cheek, Ryan picks up his favourite scarf, the blue checked silk, and heads to the bathroom, ready for some solo scarf related fun.
Not that it's a disaster, it won't take that long to go back and revisit all the usual places, but still. Fail email. Fail!
The lift man is here right now. It makes me laugh because James has been chatting to him since he arrived. While I would have been holed up out of his way with the door closed. James is just so much more sociable than I am.
Okay, so while I'm here moaning on anyway, I may as well post the ficlet I wrote for the Too Drunk To Fuck Pornomeme that I mentioned in my last post. So here's what happened. James had to take the bil to work this morning so we had to get up at 6. James went and I was alone, and it was snowing, and I saw this porn meme and thought, sod it, and just wrote and posted before I could be embarrassed for myself. So behind the cut is some Mikey/Frank with Gerard looking on.
Gerard wakes to the sound of something thumping to the floor.
Sleep-soggy, he squint opens his eyes, enough that he can grope for his watch. Then wants to kill someone when he realises it’s only 4am. He’s been asleep for less than an hour and the urge to maim is strong, especially when he hears the giggles.
Frank’s making no attempt to be quiet at all and Gerard pushes his face into his pillow, listens to the soft sound of the road, the whir of the bus tires. It doesn’t help. Especially when Mikey starts laughing too, that high-pitched giggle that’s pulled out of him when he’s buzzed, just this side of being drunk.
Uncurling himself from the covers, Gerard slides out of his bunk, because Mikey’s not Frank, and Gerard has no hesitation about bitching out his brother for being an inconsiderate fuck, and then hauling him back to bed.
Gerard takes a quick moment to scowl at Bob, who’s curled up tight in his bunk, earphones jammed in his ears, and Ray, who’s lying on his back, one arm hanging into space, his face covered in a tangle of hair. Gerard hates how they can sleep like this, and is temped to ‘accidentally’ kick the sides of their bunks. Instead he keeps frowning as he carefully tucks Ray’s arm back under the covers and pulls along the curtain so Bob’s hidden away.
Gathering his irritation around him, because what the fuck are they doing out there? Gerard stalks to the front of the bus, then freezes in place, the tirade of angry words dying when he sees that Mikey’s lying on the floor, Frank crouched above him.
Which would be fine, but Mikey’s jeans are bundled around his ankles, tangled around his boots, and his knees are splayed outwards, exposing the long lines of his inner thighs. Mikey’s also hard, his cock pushing against his grey shorts, and Gerard can’t look away from where Frank has his hand against Mikey’s thigh. Bitten-black fingernails against pale white skin and Frank’s giggling as he finger-walks up Mikey’s leg, slips his fingers under his shorts, groping with clumsy movements that make Mikey moan, the sound low and needy and Gerard is the biggest pervert ever because he can’t help from slipping his own hand down the front of his pyjama pants, stroking along the length of his own cock.
“Mikey,” Frank says, laughter fading, and despite being fully dressed he seems exposed, emotions obvious as he leans in, his hair falling forward, one hand braced on the floor as he licks across Mikey’s mouth. Gerard tightens his hand, bites at his own lip, rubs his thumb across the head of his cock as he memorises each detail. The flash of tongue, the trail of saliva that glistens as Frank momentarily pulls back, the way Mikey is pushing into Frank’s hand, his back arched off the floor.
Each strangled moan, each lazy thrust goes straight to Gerard’s cock, and his heart is thundering as he watches Frank kiss along Mikey’s jaw, down his throat, biting hard at the join of shoulder and neck. Mikey gasps, his mouth open and Gerard’s whimpering, sound trapped in his throat as he bites down on his own fist, jerks his hips as he fucks his own hand, knowing Mikey is close from the sounds he’s making, the way Frank’s moving his hand, pushing the pace as he follows his own trail of kisses until he’s back at Mikey’s mouth. The kiss deep and nasty, Mikey’s hand scrabbling against the carpet, his legs trembling until he suddenly stiffens, his body still.
It’s that last push that Gerard needs, and he’s coming too, sparks along his spine, wet heat against his palm, between his fingers, feeling light-headed, lost, when he watches Frank wipe his hand on Mikey’s t-shirt, the way they’re smiling at one another as Frank gently kisses Mikey’s nose then flops down, head pillowed on Mikey's chest, already slipping into sleep.
Gerard creeps back to his bunk – alone.
“I, have the best idea, Ryan Ross,” Jon says, slurring slightly, and he’s grinning as he crawls forward on the bed.
The mattress dips with each movement, and Ryan can’t take his eyes away from the sway of Jon’s hips, the way his ass moves as he slowly slinks forward. He’s a mixture of deadly predator and shaggy friendly dog, and Ryan shivers, lets his knees drop open as Jon crawls close.
“I want you to tie me up with your scarves,” Jon says, and his mouth is brushing against Ryan’s, so close they’re sharing breath. “I want you to tie me down then ride me hard, you sliding onto my cock, your knees tight against my sides. I want to see you fuck yourself on me until you scream.”
Ryan can’t help the whimper that’s pulled from him. He can easily imagine how Jon will look, spread out and tied, Ryan’s best scarves wound around his ankles, his wrists. “Yes,” Ryan says, hard and ready and needing as Jon moves in even closer, slicks his tongue over Ryan’s bottom lip, into his mouth.
Jon tastes of vodka and mints, and his skin feels flushed with heat as Ryan kisses back, wanting to moan as he imagines riding Jon, the burn of his cock deep inside, the way Jon’s eyelashes will flutter as he tips back his head, exposing the line of his neck, the muscles of his arms and wrists bound with colourful silk.
“You… I’ll get...” Ryan slips from under Jon, already knowing exactly which scarves he’ll use. The paisley on one foot, the pink check on the other. The black check around one wrist, and maybe pale blue on the other.
Sliding from the bed, he palms his own cock, bites at his lip at the result jolt of pleasure that’s amplified, made more as Jon falls back against the pillows, looks at Ryan as he slowly undoes the top buttons of his shirt.
“Fuck, yes.” Ryan says, tearing his eyes from Jon’s show so he can grab the scarves. Usually he would reverently unpack each one from the special bag of scarves, but not now. Not when he’s so hard and needing and Jon is right there. Grabbing four, Ryan turns back to the bed.
Then slumps, softens as he sees Jon collapsed on the bed, shirt half open, one sock off and his mouth open wide, obviously fast asleep.
“You suck,” Ryan says, resigned, and quickly man handles Jon under the covers. Then, brushing a kiss against Jon’s cheek, Ryan picks up his favourite scarf, the blue checked silk, and heads to the bathroom, ready for some solo scarf related fun.
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 02:16 pm (UTC)You're a star for offering. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:37 pm (UTC)Obviously I've found my porn writing time. Figures it's when I'm usually asleep *g*
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Date: 2008-04-07 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-07 05:08 pm (UTC)That's really hot! You have to stop telling us you can't write porn because you obviously can!! But poor Gerard. Having to go back to bed all alone!
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Date: 2008-04-07 05:14 pm (UTC)Thank you!
I know! Next time Gerard will have to join in. I'm sure Mikey and Frank won't mind.
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Date: 2008-04-07 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-19 07:01 am (UTC)Also, aw, poor Ryan. Get the bartender to cut Jon off sooner next time, eh? :)
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:12 pm (UTC)I had fun playing in the drunken sex post, and yeah, it always comes back to Mikey to Gerard. He's predictable like that. As am I *g*
Hee! I'm sure Ryan gets him back ;)
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Date: 2008-04-20 07:54 am (UTC)Ugh, made of fail! *hugs you*
What's not made of fail though are your ficlets. I really enjoyed both, thanks for sharing them :) .
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Date: 2008-04-21 10:50 am (UTC)You're welcome!