A Bandom Kissing Meme.

[turps]

Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little.

Various people suggested I host one myself, and I figured why not? The worst that could happen is no one plays or comments and I end up with an empty post. Therefore....



Now, rules, and if I've missed something you think should be there or have been unclear just let me know.


All previous and current bandom bands and members are welcome.
All pairings are welcome. Threesomes, moresomes, bring them on. Gen is fine too, and if you want to do solo kisses somehow, I'd love to see how.
Any kinds of kisses go, on the hand, on the forehead, making out for hours, brotherly kisses, friendly kisses, the kind in the middle of hot, sweaty sex.

Leave a prompt with the kind of kiss you'd like to see. Either general ( I love kisses in the rain ) or specific ( I'd love to see Frank kiss Gabe and have to stand on a box to do so ) but remember don't get too detailed, try for a middle balance.
You can leave as many prompts as you want, but only one prompt per comment.
If you want to answer your own prompt, go for it. The more kisses the better.
Prompts can be filled more than once with either fic or art.
You can write/draw as little or as much as you like.
If you do write/draw please put a pairing and title in the subject line, that way I can link from the main post.
Please warn if needed.

Other than that, go for it. Prompt kisses, write kisses, draw kisses. *mwah*



(1)Gerard/Mikey -- Spot by akamine_chan
(2)Mikey/Ryan -- Cooking Class Verse by eledhwenlin
(3)Frank/Gerard -- First sober kiss by greedy_dancer
(4)Bob/Mikey -- Last Kiss by akamine_chan
(5)Dr Death Defying/Show Pony -- lazy morning by kopperblaze
(6)Frank/Mikey -- Reward by chalcopyrite
(7)Bob/Mikey -- A Little Patience by radioaches
(8)It's Never Enough -- Brendon/Spencer by knight_tracer
(9)Favorite Little Brother -- Mikey&Gerard akamine_chan
(10)Sub!Verse Late Nights -- Mikey/Ray by bebunny
(11)Korse/Fun Ghould -- Something gritty by tuesdaysgone
(12)High school sweethearts -- Brendon/Spencer by turps33
(13)No Big Deal Frank/Mikey by dear_monday
(14)With Your Mask On If You Have To Frank/Gerard by chalcopyrite
(15)Lipstick Kisses -- Frank/Gerard by lovebashed
(16)Practice Makes Perfect Gerard/Mikey by ladyfoxxx
(17)Killjoys from the POV of the kid by kopperblaze
(18)Killjoys Korse/Party Poison, first kiss by bebunny
(19)Painted Desert Serenade Party Poison/Jet Star by by chalcopyrite
(20)Playing Like I Know That Game -- Gerard/Patrick by creepylicious
(21)Mikey/Pete -- Not wanting to let go by ivesia19
(22)Dallon/Brendon -- dare by ivesia19
(23)Hello -- Gerard/Patrick by madambeetroot
(24)Gerard/Grant Morrison - a surprise (or two!) at Comic-Con by fleurdeliser and tuesdaysgone
(25)Bob/Mikey killjoys double dog dare by turps33
(26)Brendon/Frank -- stolen kisses during something actiony by delphinapterus
(27)Brendon/Ryan -- post split by ivesia19
(28)Gerard solo -- Sweet by jedusaur
(29)Frank/Mikey -- kissing in cold weather ( art fill ) by omens
(30)Ryan/Jon -- saying goodbye is hard to do by sailorstkwrning
(31)Keep Me Breathing -- Brendon/Gerard by creepylicious
(32)Gerard -- In the Mirror by undeny
(33)Faded -- Gerard&Mikey by romanticalgirl
(34)Like I'm Feeling You Gabe/William by romanticalgirl
(35)Summer For the Rest Of Us -- Gerard/Patrick by romanticalgirl
(36)A Better Offer -- Gerard/Frank/Gabe by romanticalgirl
(37)Hot For Teacher -- Gerard/Mikey by romanticalgirl
(38)Barter System -- Ray/Mikey by romanticalgirl
(39)The One Where Mikey Doesn't Kiss and Frank's Been Watching a Long Time -- Mikey/Frank by greenskribbles
(40)Approximate Sunlight -- Frank/Gerard by piratesunk
(41)Soundtrack of the Summer Frank/Gerard by piratesunk
(42)Remaking What Otherwise We Should Have Thrown Away -- Frank/Gerard by fabu
(43)Gabe/Patrick and Gabe/Pete -- He kissed a boy just to start shit. jedusaur
(44)This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price -- Dr D/Show Pony by creepylicious
(45)Snake Vision -- Kobra Kid/Gabe by jedusaur
(46)All Ways -- Mikey/Franks by jedusaur
(47)A Blustery Night -- Brendon/Travie by dr_jasley
(48)Hazy Lazy Day -- Ray/Mikey by xoxxblitz7
(49)Welcome Home -- Gerard/Lindsey by turps33
(50)Love Droplets -- Gerard/Frank by xoxxblitz7
(51)Up For Air -- Patrick/Pete by jedusaur and verbyna
(52)See You -- Mikey/Brendon by bootson
(53)Staged -- Brendon/Spencer by bootson
(54)(How bad I want this) scandal; MCR: Frank/Mikey (+Gerard) by creepylicious
(55)Mikey/Ryan -- in a cage by slashxmistress
(56)Share Some Skin -- Gerard/Mikey by creepylicious
(57)Mikey/Gabe -- Projekt Gayhem 1/3 by jedusaur
(58)Skin -- Mikey/William by romanticalgirl
(59)Gerard/Lyn-Z - Take You In by romanticalgirl
(60)Pete/Mikey -- first time by romanticalgirl
(61)Awake With Sleepy Eyes -- Gerard/Gabe/Brendon by dr_jasley
(62)Take A Sad Song and Make It Better -- Brendon/Spencer by fabu
(63)And You're Overdue -- Brendon/Gabe/Gerard by creepylicious
(64)Gabe/Gerard -- the morning after the night before by delphinapterus
(65)We Kiss Like Painted Tigers -- Bert/Gerard by dear_monday
(66)Sink Right In -- Bob/Frank by desfinado
(67)Dem Dry Bones -- Gerard/Mikey -- desfinado
(68)Wish You Were Here -- Pete/William by romanticalgirl
(69)Bring 'Em Back Alive -- Kobra Kid/Gabe by romanticalgirl
(70)Worst Ever -- Mikey/Pete by desfinado
(71)Some Kind of Wonderful -- Pete/Gabe by romanticalgirl
(72)Gerard/Mikey, Frank/Ray - Love and Chainsaws by s0ckpupp3t
(73)Just a Shade of Green -- Frank/Brendon by dapatty
(74)On The Couch -- Mikey/Frank by s0ckpupp3t
(75)Brendon/Ryan by fannyt
(76)Familiarity Breeds Contempt -- Mikey/Pete/Alicia by romanticalgirl
(77)How They Fit -- MCR GSF -- by dapatty
(78)Hold On -- Pete/Travie by romanticalgirl
(79)William/Carden -- Airports by romanticalgirl
(80)Not Quite Paradise --Gerard/Gabe by romanticalgirl
(81)Patrick/Bebe -- More in common than just Pete by romanticalgirl
(82)Welcome to the Band, Dan/The Used -- by rokittomars
(83)Noises Off -- Mikey/Jepha by mtminded1
(84)Objects in the Mirror -- Gerard/Jamia by fabu
(85)Frank/Fun Ghoul by akamine_chan
(86)Frank/Ray - Late Nights Over Monroeville by delphinapterus
(87)Will Slowly Fade Away -- Gerard/Mikey by turps33
(88)In search of all things beautiful 1/2; Crossover - Frank/Gerard, Adam/Tommy by creepylicious
(89)If Wishes Were Horses -- Pete/Mikey by romanticalgirl
(90)CS GSF by rokittomars
(91)Anchored in That Old Time Rock'n'Roll by delphinapterus
(92)Worth the Wait -- Pete/Mikey by radioaches
(93)Diversion -- Mikey/Alicia by romanticalgirl
(94)The Warmth of Spring -- Brendon/Brent by dr_jasley
(95)This Is Not A Love Song -- Frank/Gerard by fabu
(96)Pedicone/Frank -- working out by romanticalgirl
(97)Mikey/Pete -- reunited by cold_clarity
(98)Luke and Leia -- Gerard/Mikey by s0ckpupp3t
(99) Mikey/Gabe -- drunken, sloppy make outs by romanticalgirl
(100) Bob/Ray --in the studio by syndelar
(101) Not Kissed Brendon/Spencer by eledhwenlin
(102)Brendon -- bouncy kisses by brandywine421
(103) Bebe/Gabe -- Gabe wooing by brandywine421

Comments

MCR: Frank/Gerard

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

Frank/Gerard, first sober kiss

Re: MCR: Frank/Gerard

[greedy_dancer]

This is not the first kiss.

The first time they kissed, Gerard missed Frank's mouth. They were both happy-giddy-drunk from the beers, and the show, and the beers, and Gerard's body was thrumming with the aftershocks of their music and he felt invincible and sexy as he grabbed Frank's head and shoved his tongue at him. He ended up licking the side of Frank's mouth, but Gerard didn't mind. Neither did Frank, apparently. He just chuckled and wiped his face on his shoulder and threw an arm around Gerard's shoulders, all "I love you too, man."

The next time they kissed, the next dozen times, really, there was the thrill of music, and the fuel of heckles and cheers and screams. Gerard might not have been drunk but there was that something coursing through his veins all the same, something egging him on, making him bigger and bolder than he was.

There's nothing in his system now. He's not anyone other than himself, and there's nothing to help still the thoughts rushing through his head as he watches Frank now, watches as Frank's face get closer and closer. Gerard feels his eyes crossing but he doesn't want to close them. He wants to appreciate this moment. Frank's features are blurring the closer he gets to Gerard. Gerard can feel Frank's rapid breath on his mouth and chin, smelling of pizza and nothing else, no chemicals of any kind, and somewhere something is beeping, and that's the only soundtrack to the meeting of their lips.

Frank's are chapped and there's a patch of stubble under his lower lip, where he missed it shaving this morning. Gerard runs his tongue over it, feeling Frank's sharp inhale.

It's awkward and fumbling and probably looks terrible, both of them twisting awkwardly on the couch, not touching except for their mouths, and Gerard wishes he'd thought to brush his teeth.

Frank opens his mouth, though, and Gerard closes his eyes.

The Like, Annie/Laena

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

Annie/Laena, dark corners

MCR: Frank/Mikey (+Gerard)

[knight-tracer.livejournal.com]

Jealousy

(How bad I want this) scandal; MCR: Frank/Mikey (+Gerard)

[creepylicious.livejournal.com]

Mikey can taste Gerard in Frank's mouth. It's strange and messed up, it's more messed up that he seeks that taste out, tries to separate it from the unique taste that is Frank and that he knows so well.
He should be angry, at least a bit, he thinks. He knows Gerard, he knows Gerard doesn't do it to hurt Mikey, only does it because it was there. A moment, nothing else. Political statement. He is sure Gerard will have a perfectly reasonable explanation, but the truth is, the truth is something sparks between them. And sometimes Gerard just can't help himself, because he's Gerard and he does what he thinks feels right.
Mikey is glad that Gerard isn't hiding away from himself, the world, whatever, that he tries to be the person he really is, but he also knows that Gerard will beat himself up about it when the rush of the music, the performance dies down.

He separates himself from Frank who looks like he wants to fuck right here in the freaking hallway and says:”I'm going to find Gerard.”

“Now?” Frank asks.

Mikey nods. “Now,” because this can't wait.

~+~
Gerard is standing outside the bus, smoking and obviously waiting for Mikey.

“So...I kissed Frank and there will be video-proof of it – again - for ever and ever. Amen.”

Mikey smiles and holds his hand out for the cigarette. Gerard hands it over without a word.
“I can't blame you, he's hot.”

Gerard nods, because he's not going to lie about this, not to Mikey. Mikey takes a deep drag. “He got even better at kissing since the last time.”

“You got to,” Mikey answers.

Gerard turns his head to look at him. Mikey can feel his gaze on his skin. “What?”

“He's all worked up.”

“He always is after a show, he's Frank.”

“More than usually. And I would know.”

Gerard grabs Mikey's arm, the one that doesn't hold the cigarette and Mikey turns to look at him. “What are we talking about?” he asks softly.

“I know I should have been angry and jealous, but I am not. I...” Mikey takes another drag and exhales slowly. “Because it's you, I'm not.”
Gerard nods as if he understands, but Mikey isn't so sure. “I don't mean because you don't want to steal my boyfriend, or because if you would like him you would never try anything...I mean, because it's you.” Mikey tries to clarify.

Gerard is silent for a while, mulling this over in his head and then his fingers tighten on Mikey's arm and he says: “Oh.”

Mikey closes his eyes. He feels Gerard turn, taking the cigarette out of Mikey's fingers and then Gerard is hugging him. One hand buried in Mikey's hair, the other at the small of his neck. Mikey leans into it, crushing Gerard's body against his. He can feel Gerard's breath on his skin with every exhale. “I am,” Gerard whispers.

“What?”

“Jealous, sometimes. Sometimes I am jealous,” Gerard confesses in a small voice.

“Gee...” Mikey starts.

“I'm not there yet,” Gerard cuts in and Mikey hugs him even tighter.

~end~

FOB/MCR, Pete/Mikey

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

Pete/Mikey, first time

Re: FOB/MCR, Pete/Mikey

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

It’s not that Mikey doesn’t know who Pete Wentz is. Everyone knows who Pete Wentz is. He’s like his own private dynamo, the driving force of insanity behind Fall Out Boy and about fifty different other things. And it’s not that Mikey’s interested in him, because he’s not, because Mikey’s still trying to navigate around Gerard’s sobriety while still managing to keep his own at bay. Pete is trouble that Mikey doesn’t need.

Or maybe he’s exactly the kind of trouble he needs. Because Pete’s something that Mikey can get lost in, something he can submerge himself in and lose the rest of the world for as long as he needs to. Gerard needs people like Brian and Bob and Frank and Ray to keep him going on the straight and narrow, and Mikey’s not invited. There’s a gap Mikey doesn’t know how to bridge, and Gerard’s someone he doesn’t know anymore, or maybe he’s a reflection of himself that Mikey’s not ready to see.

“You know what we should do?” Pete sits on the riser and kicks his legs like a little kid. “We should join a gang.”

“I don’t think a gang would have us.” Mikey is frowning down at his bass, trying to tune it despite the blare of the band currently on stage. “We’re not really gang material.”

“We can start our own gang.” His feet move more furiously, swinging in small, tight circles. “You and me.”

“Are we protesting the man? Fighting the system? Demanding we be treated with equality?”

“Bassists are seriously under-represented and maligned in society.”

“You’re a middle class rebel.” Mikey snorts and drinks half of his Diet Coke in several long swallows. “You can’t be a rebel and in a gang.”

“You can in West Side Story.”

“Your life is not a musical.” Mikey leans against the riser and rests his head on Pete’s bicep. “And you can’t dance.”

“I can dance.”

“You dance like a white guy.”

“So do you.”

Mikey lifts an eyebrow at him. “I do not.”

“Okay,” Pete agrees. “You don’t. You get all…grind-y.” He rests his chin on the top of Mikey’s head. “Which is…well, distracting. And hot. I approve of it.” He shifts and drops a kiss on Mikey’s hair. Mikey can almost feel the face he makes at the mouth full of product. “I approve of you, Mikeyway.”

He looks up at Pete, surprised at the intensity in his eyes, though he’s not sure why. Pete doesn’t have a level less than intense. “You’re pretty sweet yourself.” He smiles, his eyes falling from Pete’s gaze to his mouth.

“Sweet little dudes, you and me,” Pete agrees. He licks his lips and then bites the bottom one, sucking it into his mouth. “That’s our gang.”

“Yeah.” He leans in and kisses Pete softly, surprising them both, but not enough that Pete doesn’t kiss back, starting something that takes root in Mikey’s chest and groin, flaring to life. “That’s us.”

CS/MCR, Gabe/Mikey

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

Gabe/Mikey, drunk, sloppy make outs!

Re: CS/MCR, Gabe/Mikey

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Mikey would be falling down drunk, except he’s leaning on Gabe, and Gabe’s leaning on the wall, so they’re mostly upright. He’s mostly upright drunk, which is a major achievement at this stage of the night. He’s not sure anymore whose party it is or if they’re even still in Jersey. It smells like Jersey, but that might just be the mass of bodies in the room that’s about two sizes too small to hold them all. “We should leave.”

“Go where?”

He realizes that leaving is a dubious plan at best, because leaving will involve walking and gravity, and he’s not sure he’s got either of those mastered anymore. “Upstairs?”

“Mmm.” Gabe shifts and tilts himself toward the door into the hallway. Mikey follows because the other option would be to land face-down on the floor. They stumble down, crashing from wall to wall. A small table sacrifices itself to the cause, and they manage to fall into the doorway of an empty bedroom.

Mikey lands on his back with a grunt, Gabe landing on top of him, their legs in the hallway. "Shit."

"Whatever." Gabe crawls up a bit until he's looking down at Mikey. "You made for a soft landing."

"Asshole." Mikey pushes him off, but Gabe pulls him along, so they end up on their sides facing each other. "What now?"

"There's a bed."

"It's like three feet away. And one foot up. That's like..."

Gabe nods. "I'm not getting you off right here."

"You're getting me off?"

"No."

"You were planning on it?"

"No."

"So you're just mentioning it to taunt me."

Gabe nods and tries to sit up, failing miserably, especially since Mikey has a firm grip on his shirt. "What?"

"That's just fucking mean." He jerks Gabe back down to him, nice and close. "You owe me for that, Saporta."

"If you say I should get you off..."

"Shut up." Mikey kisses him, sloppy and wet, mouth sliding over his as he pushes Gabe onto his back. He tries to straddle him and fails, draping his leg over one of Gabe's thighs and just missing kneeing him in the groin. His arms shake as he braces himself, but Gabe's mouth is easy and open and wet as Mikey licks his way into it, sucking Gabe's tongue.

Gabe groans roughly and grabs Mikey's shoulders, tugging him closer. "Fuck, Way."

"Fuck, huh?" Mikey grinds down on him, kissing him again, biting Gabe's lower lip. "So you are gonna get me off."

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

FOB/MCR, Pete/Mikey/Alicia, familiarity

FOB/MCR: Pete/Mikey/Alicia Familiarity Breeds Content

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

There's a bowl of popcorn on the table and the DVD menu keeps repeating itself on a loop. The couch is covered with blankets and pillows and the lights are all turned down, the stereo system at maximum balanced volume.

They know this without looking, without even being in the room, because it's like this every Thursday night they're all in town, only a text to verify the time and date, because keeping their own schedules is hard enough without having to keep track of each other. That's where Alicia comes in most of the time, playing go between.

"Oh, god, you goddamned motherfucking asshole." She gasps roughly, desperately as Pete's tongue flickers over her clit, his fingers buried in her ass all the way up to his palm. Mikey's holding her down, pinning her hands to the bed so she can't get away from Pete as he takes his time, working a third finger inside her, using his teeth to hold her clit still for him as he sucks. "I'm g-going to fu-fucking kill you, Wentz. Dead. Fucking...oh god."

She's come three times already, and she still hasn't had a cock inside her. Pete and Mikey have been too busy taking turns eating her out and teasing her. Her nipples are swollen and red from the clamps and now from Mikey's mouth as he bites and licks and sucks at them, getting them slick and wet before replacing the clamps and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body. Each one is hooked up to a small battery, and the shock that hits her when they close over her damp nipples causes her to buck every time.

"Fucking...fuck you, Way. Fuck you so go-goddamned much." She's almost sobbing, too overloaded to process anymore. Pete's got three fingers spread in her ass and he's got his nose and tongue buried in her cunt and Mikey's biting around the clamps, leaving deep marks on her tits and she turns her head to bury in against his thigh so she can scream. The acrylic of the cage on Mikey's cock rubs against her cheek and she pulls at the ropes helping to hold her down, her body arched like a bow as she comes again.

She bites Mikey's thigh and he laughs, cage rubbing between her tits now as he moves down her body. She can't see anything but the curve of the cage and the plug in his ass, but she can hear him kiss Pete, hear the slick, sloppiness of her come on their tongues. She moans softly, her whole body shaking despite the restraint, ready to surrender to the buzz and hum of the nipple clamps when Pete pushes a fourth finger in and Mikey bends his head, his tongue taking over where Pete's left off.

MCR, Mikey/Bob

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Something set in the killjoys universe.

MCR, Mikey/Bob

[saxihighlandck.livejournal.com]

Last Kiss

Mikey/Bob, First Kiss, Last Kiss

[akamine_chan]

It's their first kiss.

It's their last kiss and Mikey knows it.

He knows that at any moment Bob is going to pull back, turn away, grab his bag and go. Bob's already made promises that Mikey can tell he won't be able to keep, promises to stay in touch, hang out, get together. To keep their friendship strong. But Bob's home is in Chicago and Mikey's is with the band and the distance between is infinite and uncrossable.

It's their last kiss and it's filled with so much unrealized potential that it takes Mikey's breath away. There are hundreds of possible kisses made impossible. Gone, and Mikey mourns each one.

It's their last kiss, so Mikey swallows back his tears and tries to etch the moment into his memory.

Killjoys, Frank/Gerard

[greedy_dancer]

Kissing with masks on.

With your mask on if you have to, Frank/Gerard

[chalcopyrite.livejournal.com]

Ghoul can't fucking see.

There's hot dust in his nose and he can't fucking see, because his mask is rucked up over his eyes and the eyeholes are somewhere up around his forehead, probably. Why Party didn't just strip it all the way off he doesn't know. Why he doesn't strip it all the way off he doesn't know, but he doesn't care, either, because he's busy.

There's a loose stone under his boot, and hot cement under one hand, and Party's mouth lush and wet under his own. It's fierce and hungry and like every other kiss that might be the last one, full of meaning Ghoul can't decode right now, another installation of a conversation they keep having. The edge of Party's mask digs into his cheek and it makes him push harder, try to push through.

He doesn't know what might be on the other side.

Party makes a noise: half moan, half grunt. He steps away, and pulls Ghouls' mask back into place before he can do it himself. Ghoul can see the shift: less Party, more Poison. Jetstar and Kobra are already in the car. He licks his lips under his mask.

"Let's go," he says.

Killjoys

[greedy_dancer]

Any pairing, from the pov of the kid.

Filled: Killjoys

[kopperblaze.livejournal.com]

Grace is a smart little cookie (Frank always says so) and one day over breakfast she tells the guys very decisively that she totally knows how babies are made, so could they stop sneaking around at night? They always knock things over and that's very disconcerting. Grace'd prefer if they stopped sneaking. Following her statement Mikey just shrugs and continues to eat his PowerPup, Frank giggles hysterically into his cup of coffee and elbows Gerard, who stares at her with his mouth hanging open and Ray blushes and looks very frazzled. It'd been really funny. They've stopped knocking stuff over now.

When Grace got up this morning Ray and Frank were in the kitchen and at first she'd thought that Frank was hurt, or maybe sad, because he was in Ray's lap and Ray was hugging him kinda like he did when Grace was sad. Walking closer she'd realised that they were kissing. Like, ew. Grace really, really doesn't get this kissing thing. Why would you want to press your lips to another person's lips? It seems kind of slimy. But the guys are doing it all the time.

Grace slinks out of the diner and goes to sulk on the hood of the Trans Am, parked in the shadows. Frank promised to take her out today, so she can practice shooting. But now he's going to be ages because he's kissing Ray and sometimes kissing seems to take a stupidly long time. Grace really doesn't get it. If you have to smash your lips against another person's in the first place, fine, but why do it for so long? Isn't itboring?

A little later Show Pony and Gerard show up on a bike, and judging by the backpack Pony is carrying they've been on a supply run.

"Motorbaby, watcha doing out here? Trying to catch frogs and turn them into princes?" Pony hops up on the hood next to her and Gerard presses a kiss to her forehead.

"They are in there. Kissing," Grace pulls a face and pouts when both men laugh. It's not funny, okay?

"It's not funny! Kissing is gross!" She kicks her legs and crosses her arms in front of her chest to make a point. "And I don't want a little brother. Or sister." Because yeah, why is nobody ever talking about that? They can't use a stupid baby out here.

"Oh baby." Pony wraps an arm around her and pulls her in for a hug. "I'm sure you'll be fine, don't worry."

Grace huffs and rolls her eyes. What does he know anyway? He doesn't see them kissing all the time.

"Kissing can be nice, you know?" Gerard says next to her, leaning against the Trans Am and glancing at the door of the diner with a fond smile.

"I don't know," Grace mutters sulkily.

"You'll find out one day."

Grace looks at Gerard with wide eyes. Does she have to? Mulling over the question she purses her lips, the nods eventually. She's a motherfucking Killjoy, she's not scared of this!

"I think," she says slowly, scratching her knee where a mosquito bit her. "I think if I have to kiss anyone, I'd want to kiss Lindsey."

Pony starts laughing again and Gerard looks at her with wide eyes and this kind of 'awwww' look that he usually wears when Frank does something that the others think is stupid but Gerard finds adorable.

"That's a good choice, diesel darling," Pony says, patting her shoulder. Well, duh. Grace only makes good choices.

PATD, Brendon/Dallon

[greedy_dancer]

On a dare... do they like it? Is it terrible? Is the start of something? You decide! :D

Fill: PATD, Brendon/Dallon (mentioned Brendon/Ryan and Brendon/Sarah)

[ivesia19.livejournal.com]

Brendon likes the way that Dallon smiles. He likes that Dallon laughs and ruffles his hair and doesn't fuck with his head.

It's different. It's a kind of safe that he hasn't known before, so when the beer is running low and Sarah's eyes gleam as she throws out the dare, Brendon doesn't hesitate.

He moves toward Dallon and his easy smile, his ridiculous raised eyebrows, and he cups his jaw.

"This better not end up online," he says, ignoring the laugh of the others, and he leans in and kisses Dallon.

Dallon is still smiling when their lips meet. It's a wide smile - unlike the small curve of lips that Sarah favors - and it's easy - so different from the strain that Ryan had carried around.

It's good: the way Dallon tastes, the way he lets Brendon set the pace, but there isn't anything more there. There isn't the gentle buzz of knowing that this will make him happy, make him safe, and it isn't the all consuming lust that was always laced with doubt and anxiety.

It's just a kiss, and when Brendon pulls back, he laughs, ducks in, and kisses Dallon again - just a peck - before he sits back down.

MCR, Bob/Ray

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Bob/Ray, in the bus studio

Re: MCR, Bob/Ray

[syndelar.livejournal.com]

It's weird, how many times Bob watched Ray on stage, writhe and play and smile and just fucking enjoy himself but never had he wanted to kiss him as much as he did when he found him in the studio that evening.

Ray was playing something Bob couldn't recognize, hair falling in his eyes with a small smile. Bob's eyes got stuck on those fingers, watching them caress the strings.

Bob waited until Ray was done, until Ray looked up at him with a grin he couldn't match because he was so fucking turned on it was driving him crazy. He did the only thing he could.

Bob walked over, grabbed Ray by that amazing fucking hair tilting his face up, then smashed their lips together so hard it hurt, making it wet, making it hot, making it a struggle for control.

When they separated both were breathing hard and Bob really liked the way Ray's lips looked after being kissed, wet and red.

Bob gently bit Ray's lower lip before letting go of his hair and taking a step back. He could have taken this further, made it into a blowjob or whatever, but it was enough for now.

MCR, Bob/Frank

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Bob/Frank, Kiss and make it better

Sink Right In - Bob/Frank

[desfinado.livejournal.com]

Frank always has bruises the next day, and he wears them like a badge. Like he fucking wants someone to ask. He laughs big and loud with the techs, head tossed back as he downs the dregs of his beer, and Bob can see the purpling skin at the base of his neck from last night, the yellow higher up, just under his jaw, from a few nights before.

Every time, Bob tries to kiss them better. He's got this idea that if he can just spread Frank out and touch his lips to the bruised skin - the small fingerprints of blue-black along his hipbones, the wide and messy purple shapes on his knees - then he'll stop leaving them there.

"Pussy," Frank grunts, and sits up almost immediately from where Bob's pushed him down on his back on the hotel bed, "if I wanted fucking T.L.C. I'd call your mom." His mouth is ugly twisted up like that, his eyes narrowed. Bob just wants to get him on his back, wants to press his lips to the mark on Frank's neck, the ones beneath his t-shirt that he can't see.

"Lie down," Bob presses between gritted teeth.

"Man up," Frank spits out, and Bob pushes his thumb hard and bruising into Frank's lips, to keep them closed, to push them open, he doesn't really care. Frank takes it in this time, sucking wet and obscene.

Frank bucks up against Bob, the hard line of his dick against Bob's stomach, eyes glassy and challenging. Bob uses his other hand to push Frank's t-shirt up to his armpits, skating his clammy palm across the inked skin to hover over the small bruises along Frank's ribcage.

"Then take it like one," Bob says in a voice that he never knows how to use when Frank's smoking with Mikey behind the buses where they're not supposed to, when Frank steals food from his plate, smiling big and easy and bright. Bob's fingertips fit to the bruises in a way that makes his stomach bottom out every time, in a way that makes him think: mine.

Bob tries to kiss them better, but Frank won't let him.

"Fuck," Frank hisses around Bob's thumb and slams his fists down on the bedspread, shoving his hips up into Bob, eyes squeezed shut. "Come the fuck on, Bryar." Sweat breaks out across Bob's back as Frank licks at the pad of this thumb and bites down hard.

Bob knows Frank won't kiss it better, later. But he also knows that next time, Frank's teeth will seek out the exactly same spot to sink in. Really, it's not all that different.

MCR, Bob/Mikey

[crowgirl13.livejournal.com]

Bob/Mikey, Double Dog Dare
Bonus points for a Killjoys setting. :)

Re: MCR, Bob/Mikey

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You know I'd want to try this.

~~~~

Bob stares at the tar pool and simply says, “No.”

“If you think you can’t make it....” Mikey shrugs his shoulders and turns to the side, as if Bob’s some kind of idiot who can’t see through his tactics.

“I can make it,” and Bob can, it’s just he doesn’t see why he has to prove that. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s tradition.” Mikey takes a step forward, the toe of his boot against the black rim of tar. “Everyone does it.”

“Really?” Bob asks, and then, “Who?”

“Everyone,” Mikey repeats, watching the tar that seeps up close to his foot. “Frank’s jumped it two times.”

“Frank also climbed a bone tree and pierced his dick.” Bob steps close to Mikey, the thick steam swirling around them. “They’ll be back soon.”

“I know.” Mikey looks up and for a moment every fear is laid bare, the uncertainty that he mostly keeps hidden. “We should go and raid some pup.”

Bob waits a moment, fighting what’s sensible with what’s right.

“Not until we’ve jumped this.” Tar squelches, sucking at Bob’s boots as he gets close to the edge. “Who am I to fuck with tradition?”

“We,” Mikey says, sounding surprised. “The dare’s not for me.”

It’s not for Bob either, but sometimes he realises that you have to do something stupid, like jump a tar pool when the rest of your family are off on their own mission. But that doesn’t mean he’s jumping alone. “Double dog dare you.”

Mikey frowns, stumbling back when a tar bubble pops close to his foot. “You’re double daring me, really?”

“If I jump you do too.” Bob holds out his hand, and this is something they don’t do often, but when Mikey takes hold it feels right. He looks at Mikey and says, “We jump on three.”

Mikey grins and holds up his thumb.



They don’t make it. Of course they don’t make it. Bob’s foot slips and Mikey jumps too soon and they’re dragging each other down, landing at the side of the pool.

Bob gasps, tar in his mouth and up his nose, coating his hair and skin. He feels like some kind of tar monster, and Mikey doesn’t look any better. He’s lying half submerged in the pool, his hair in clumps and his teeth a shock of white where he’s grinning.

“This is fucking disgusting.” Mikey’s still holding Bob’s hand and he squeezes his fingers, laughing for the first time in days. “At least it’s not boiling.”

“It could have been boiling?” If he could Bob would be frowning, instead he scoops up a handful of tar, flinging it at Mikey. “Of course it could have been boiling.”

“Most tar pools aren’t.” Mikey slithers forward, tar oozing around him. All the time he’s still smiling, and he brings up his hand, swiping it over Bob’s mouth. “Thank you.”

This kiss feels weird, Mikey’s lips coated, neither opening their mouths for fear of being poisoned.

Bob holding on as responsibilities and fears are dropped for a much needed moment.

[ruthiestump.livejournal.com]

First of all... you are a genius for making this up. ♥

Frank/Mikey, their first kiss was an accident and they kind of want to make up for it. :)

Frank/Mikey -- All Ways

[jedusaur]

"Remember that time," says Frank, and there could be a million ways the sentence could end, but Mikey's heart always shivers a little with hope, and this time it pays off. "When I was dating Gerard, and I climbed into the wrong bunk..."

"No," says Mikey coolly. Cool and collected is his thing. He can look bored in a hurricane. It's a skill. "I have no memory of you waking me up at four in the morning with your slobbery tongue. I repressed it."

Frank snuggles up closer to him. "Aw, c'mon, Mikeyway, I was totally out of it that night. I'm a better kisser than that, I swear."

Prove it, Mikey thinks, tell him to prove it. "Uh-huh. Sure."

"No, really, I am." Frank nuzzles Mikey's jaw. "Want me to prove it?"

Mikey snorts and gives him a side-eye, because he has to. He can't just take it, he has to pretend it doesn't matter first. But then, once he's shown the appropriate scorn, he can say, "Bring it."

Frank turns around on the couch, his knees pressing against the back cushion and his arm bracing him up on Mikey's other side, and leans in. He goes slow, hand cupping the back of Mikey's neck, breath teasing for stretched-out seconds before their lips touch. Mikey lets Frank lead, because this is about proving himself, not about enjoying themselves. Frank nudges Mikey's lips open with his own, sucks a little, then breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Mikey's.

"Mikey," he says in a low tone, and there, he's the one opening it up to more-than-a-joke, and that means Mikey can grab his head and stick his tongue down Frank's throat, like that night when Frank thought he was his brother. Because jesus, no, Mikey hasn't repressed it. He thinks about it nearly every time he comes.

Frank strokes his fingers through Mikey's hair and gives as good as he gets, and maybe--maybe--Mikey can forgive him.

MCR, Korse/Fun Ghoul

[kopperblaze.livejournal.com]

Gimme something gritty

Re: MCR, Korse/Fun Ghoul

[tuesdaysgone.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not what you were looking for, exactly, but...

*

Korse smiles. It's even more terrible than if it had been a baring of his teeth. It's contained, almost gentle if you ignore the flatness of his gaze. "He doesn't remember," he tells Gerard. "Go on, call out his name." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "His other name."

"Ghoul!" Gerard gasps, the word torn from his throat like it wasn't just a malicious little suggestion. Frank doesn't respond, just continues to look from Korse to Gerard with confusion and vague unease. And Korse smiles again.

"Back to the fourth floor, Mr. Iero, I think. Thank you for bringing those papers down." He studies Frank for a moment, then reaches out one hand, thumb and forefinger bracketing Frank's chin, the thumb skating along the scar stretching from the corner of Frank's mouth. Korse leans in to press a chaste kiss where that scar meets Frank's lips.

This time, Frank does look uneasy, terrified even, and like he's trying to suppress it. Gerard hisses, and pulls at the cuffs on his wrists, and Korse just laughs.

"Do I make my point, Gerard?"

MCR, Jet Star/Fun Ghoul

[kopperblaze.livejournal.com]

Angst? Hurt? Comfort?

FOB/MCR, Pete/Mikey

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

Pete/Mikey, during sex.

Worst Ever - Pete/Mikey

[desfinado.livejournal.com]

"Pete," Mikey says against his mouth. Pete's forgotten to keep kissing him again, lips just moving aimlessly against Mikey's.

"Mmmf," Pete says, mouth sliding hot and wet up Mikey's cheek and into his hair. Mikey's eyes slip shut and he sways back against the door, because Pete may be shoving his tongue into Mikey's ear in the least sexy wet willy ever, but he's got one clammy hand around both of their dicks and Mikey's only human.

"Shit," Mikey pants, dropping his head back and letting Pete gnaw at his neck a bit, both of Mikey's palms flat against the door while he shoves his hips into Pete's grip.

"God, Mikey," Pete groans into Mikey's neck, teeth blunt as they scrape the skin he's sucked raw, "you taste like fucking Banana Boat, what the fuck." They both laugh and then Pete must push up onto his toes because now it's not just the tip of his dick bumping Mikey's, but that's all of his cock, hot and hard and sliding against Mikey's in Pete's grip, their spit still dripping from between Pete's knuckles.

"Shut up," Mikey moans, "I burn easy, okay?"

"Yeah?" Pete says like he's already forgotten what he's responding to. His legs are trembling with the effort of holding himself on the balls of his feet, knees digging into the wall to keep them lined up. "God, I can feel all of you, it's like - ungh." He starts sucking at that same spot, the skin bruised and over-sensitive, and Mikey reflexively shrugs his shoulders up. "Let me fucking in, Mikey, come on." Pete noses at Mikey's jaw, nipping lightly at the stubble there. "Wanna see this on you later, wanna remember."

"Shut up," Mikey says through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut and forehead creased with the effort not to come, but he laughs a little when he hears Pete echo "Shut up!" in a high voice into Mikey's damp cheek, and it hitches into a moan. "This is why we were kissing," Mikey says, "because there are people on the other side of this door and you won't stop talking."

So Pete finds his lips again, tongue sweeping Mikey's mouth as Mikey dips his head down to meet him. Pete's thighs are tense and shaking and there's a thump as he braces his other arm on the door, hand moving faster on their cocks.

It's barely a minute later when Pete's attention is lost once more, tongue a heavy, hot weight in Mikey's mouth and lips still against his. Their noses bump as Pete jolts with the movement of his own arm, moaning into Mikey's mouth. Mikey hiccups a laugh because, seriously. Worst multi-tasker ever.

"Who you laughing at?" Pete mumbles into his lips, and Mikey can feel his mouth tilt up into that big smile, can smell Pete's sweat and aftershave, can feel Pete's heart jackhammering against Mikey's ribcage where they're plastered together.

"You, you're fucking -" but Mikey's words are lost when Pete drops his other hand to squeeze Mikey's balls gently, and Pete's laughing and Mikey's choking a moan into Pete's mouth that might sound a bit like "No fair," as his legs lock and he comes, hard and slick over both of them.

"You suck at kissing, Mikey Way," Pete breathes. He laughs into Mikey's motionless, open mouth, and it breaks off into a grunt as he twitches and comes into the slippery circle of his hand.

They stand like that for a while, breathing harshly, and Mikey can hear Pete wiping his hands off on the door on either side of him. It doesn't sound very effective.

"Practice," Mikey eventually says decisively into Pete's forehead. He lets Pete close the distance between them, up on his toes, to plant a messy kiss into Mikey's smile. "Clearly we need more practice."

MCR/PATD, Frank/Brendon

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

*because I can't resist*


Frank/Brendon stolen kisses during something actiony(can be widely au or auband)

Re: MCR/PATD, Frank/Brendon

[delphinapterus.livejournal.com]

Brendon knows that if he just keeps running he'll find his way out of the compound. They're all built in the sharp angled form that the Corps have favoured since their founding and he's on the outside tier. Knowing how to get out isn't the problem. The problem is the ringing alarms and body-armor clad security pounding after him. He can taste blood in his mouth from where one of them managed to split his lip with a fist before he got away. He feels the shock of an explosion whip through the floor but keeps going. Brendon rounds the corner, the compsole of his boots skidding on the slick floor as he moves too fast for them to compensate, and bursts through the still smoking hole that's been blown in the wall just as he planned.

There is a sleek low slung transpo jittering in place and he throws himself into the open side skidding over the deck plate to land against the opposite door. The transpo rockets up before he can catch his breath. The pilot is pushing it, forcing them into a razor sharp turn that makes Brendon desperately grab a cargo net to keep himself in place. Below him he hears the chatter of gunfire and then the unmistakable pops of Aprils detonating in the air. He doesn't bother looking down to see them unloading their payload of thousands of poison tipped needles, instead he crawls forward toward the pilot's chair.

The black stripe of hair running down the pilot's head, flatted only by a comm set, lets him recognize Frank even if he hadn't already known from the sharp manoeuvres the pilot was making the transpo pull. Brendon wriggles into the co-pilot seat and Frank turns to grin at him but his mouth pulls into a worried snarl. Brendon reaches up to wipe his mouth off and sure enough his hand comes away bloody. Brendon leans forward and twists so he can quickly press his mouth against Frank's; trying to say he's okay, reassure Frank that he made it. Brendon tastes smoke and the underlying bitterness of re't powder. Brendon pulls back quickly not wanting to distract Frank too long when they've still got to worry about the Corps on their tail. Frank licks his lips and his grin is back. There's a deep whump and the transpo rocks in a way that Brendon has always associated with shockwaves. His checks the rear monitor and sees a cloud rising from the Corps building. Fire is licking upwards at its base. It's the typical aftermath of the easily made Firefists that Frank favors for causing maximum damage quickly. On the monitor the fire flares bright and high. Frank's grin is nasty.

"I left them an extra present, you like?"

"I like."

MCR: Frank/Gerard

[manuanya.livejournal.com]

Frank/Gerard, at the Bright Eyes concert (that Frank talked about on twitter)

Approximate Sunlight - Frank/Gerard

[piratesunk.livejournal.com]

Gerard links their fingers together at the end of Shell Games.

Frank is pressed against Gerard's back, breathing lightly against his neck, his chin hooked over Gerard's shoulder.

They're here because of Frank. He's the one who suggested they borrowed a golf cart from one of the guys from Primus.

Gerard didn't think they would have enough time after their set to get to the Evropa 2 tent but they did, and now they're holding hands and swaying with the music, slow dancing from their little corner of the stage while the first notes of Approxiate Sunlight sound.

By the time the set is over (one of the most inspiring set Gerard has ever seen), Frank is nuzzling at the nape of Gerard's neck and giggling into it. He doesn't want it to end. He just wants to stay here with Frank for the rest of the night and dance with him until sunrise.

They don't have a lot of time to stick around though. They barely have time to thank the band for the amazing show because they have a bus call to make and it's already past midnight.

Their golf cart is gone when they climb off the stage, still high on good music and good times, laughing about everything and nothing in particular.

"We could steal one," Frank suggests, pointing his chin at this tiny cart that looks a bit wonky, covered in mud and dented as if someone mistook it for a 4 wheeler.

Gerard scans the backstage area for the cart's owner. Everyone looks too busy carrying Bright's Eyes gear off stage to notice Gerard and Frank jump into the golf cart.

They don't have to hotwire it because all of these carts have a start button which is very practical and a relief. The last time they had tried to hotwire a vehicle, it was their old van. Frank had failed to start it, almost electrocuting himself in the process, and they had to have the van towed back to Belleville.

As much as Gerard wants to be on time for the bus call and avoid pissing off everyone (especially Medhi), he has to stop by the merch table to buy a t-shirt, a couple of CDs and a button for Frank.

No one bothers them as they shop, even though a couple of girls stare at Gerard like he's the Messiah and giggle every so often. It doesn't annoy him. He's getting used to the staring and it's better than having people lick his face or follow him around.

They pick a shirt that they can both wear since they'll end up sharing it like everything else they own.

Of course, by the time they go back to the cart, the thing doesn't start and the trail up to the backstage area and the bus bay is blocked by thousands of people hiking to the camp site.

Their best bet is to leave their vehicle on the side of the trail and run as fast as their legs can carry them.

Gerard is panting and whizzing by the time they reach the bus but his heart feels light and warm.

Before he can catch his breath, Frank is pushing him against the back of the bus, his fingers twisting in Gerard's shirt and then they're kissing.

This is one of these moments where everything seems easy and perfect; like it used to be, back when they started the band and lived in the tiny van Elena bought them.

Frank hums against Gerard's mouth as he presses closer and Gerard's lips part open.

"This is just like a date," Gerard mumbles just as Frank slips his tongue inside Gerard's mouth.

Gerard's knees almost give out as Frank kisses him, his tongue dancing in Gerard's mouth, exploring it, so hot and perfect and his.

Frank tastes like tobacco and coffee; everything Gerard loves and wants.

He chases Frank's tongue for a moment, until they both pull apart, breathless and flushed.

"So the next step would be me inviting you upstairs for coffee," Frank says, giggling into the crook of Gerard's neck.

"I'm always up for coffee." Gerard lets out a honking laugh and grabs Frank's hand, before leading him inside the bus and to their bunk.

Killjoys: Dr. Death Defying/Show Pony

[lucifuge-5.livejournal.com]

Kissing it better . . .

this is a gift, it comes with a price; Killjoys: Dr. Death Defying+Show Pony

[creepylicious.livejournal.com]

D doesn't really know what the hell he's doing or why. There are surely other people who could've taken care of this problem better.
The thing that got in the way of that was the problem itself and Chibi.
D is sure as fuck Chibi only left the kid here because she thinks he's going to go mad out here all on his own. But what the hell does Chibi know anyway?
Doctor D. supposes he should give the problem a name, now that it's his problem and all.
The problem, the boy (he needs to come up with a name fast, you can't call a boy 'boy' for all his life), sniffs and doesn't look up from the ground. D's seen a lot of really severe wounds out here and that – that being a scrapped knee in this case – really doesn't count as severe.

He knees down, so he's on eye-level with the boy. “Okay, that doesn't look too bad. You'll live,” he says. It's gruff and not really reassuring, but well.
He's giving the boy back as soon as she crosses his freaking path again he decides, but before that he's giving him a name. A really awful showy one.
The boy sniffs once more, a big tear running down his face.
D doesn't think he can stand this much longer. There is only one thing to do here. A drastic measure he doesn't really like to think about. He sighs, grabs the boy's leg, who's still sitting on the sand, and kisses around the small wound carefully, tasting chopper and sand and dirty boy skin. The boy's breath hitches and the sniffing and crying stops.

“There, doesn't that help?” D asks.
The boy looks up then, for the first time since he fell on his ass, and smiles nodding. D smiles back.
Well, fuck, he thinks.

~end~

MCR, Mikey/Alicia

[radioaches.livejournal.com]

Mikey/Alicia, Killjoys.

Re: MCR, Mikey/Alicia

[x_dark_siren_x]

Oh, Goddamn. Why am I working and/or fully booked straight through till next Wednesday? D:

MCR/PATD, Mikey/Brendon

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

Mikey/Brendon something happy and ridiculous

See You, Mikey/Brendon

[bootson.livejournal.com]

When the music started, Mikey groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. Seriously, what kind of person plays anything by Katy Perry before noon? Especially when it’s the same song he’s heard on the fucking Wii for the past…

“Brendon!” Mikey called out. “Are you doing the sexy walk with the Wii remote again?”

“Open your eyes and see,” Brendon laughed, closer than Mikey expected. There hadn’t been any footsteps; Brendon usually walked sort of loudly.

Arm dropping, eyes cracked open, Mikey watched Brendon move. It took a second to click but when it did, Mikey only just held back a laugh. Brendon was actually doing the choreography from the dance game he’d been playing almost non-stop since fucking Frank had given it to them two weeks ago.

“You play too many video games. What happened to Guitar Hero?” Mikey asked, voice lighter than usual and lips pulling at the edges, just the tiniest bit.

Head ducked down, Mikey raised his eyes to watch Brendon’s act. It was so ridiculous with its exaggerated shimmies and hand punches, over-pronounced hip movements and facial expressions. Brendon was moving all over the place, throwing in extra walking until he could point directly at Mikey and leer outrageously.

Mikey snorted and shook his head, kicking out to nudge Brendon with the toe of his shoe. For a solid second, Brendon mock-glared, losing the expression when he started singing the last chorus. Brendon’s voice was strong, always way, but he was all over the place and the juxtaposition with Katy’s voice on the track was even more hilarious. Biting his lip, Mikey reached up to rub his chin, cover his smile.

The track started to fade out, coming to its dramatic closing. Brendon stopped in front of Mikey, hips still swaying a little as he kicked Mikey’s feet together. Eyebrows raised, Mikey lets him do it because it was going to keep the wide grin on Brendon’s face and Mikey liked that expression.

When the song ended, Brendon inched closer until he could straddle Mikey’s lap. Fingers reaching out, Brendon tipped Mikey’s face up and bit his own lip to tone his expression down. Mikey reached out, tapped Brendon’s lip to make him stop hiding.

“I see you, Mikeyway,” Brendon whispered, voice impossibly soft as he leaned closer, closer. Then he was pressing a soft kiss to Mikey’s lips. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

Mikey kissed him again, meeting Brendon’s smile with his own, didn’t fake a sigh when Brendon laughed into the kiss. Maybe he was okay with not hiding, this time.

Crossover: Gerard/Patrick

[lucifuge-5.livejournal.com]

Saying hello at the airport after a long time away from each other.

Re: Crossover: Gerard/Patrick

[madambeetroot.livejournal.com]

Patrick was in a filthy mood. His Ipod had died two hours into the ten hour flight, and the rest of his journey had been enlivened by the energetic screaming of the three babies also travelling today. He couldn't sleep on flights, too wary to let down his guard so much in public he supposed, which meant when he finally made it past security and into the airport proper he was moving on autopilot.

He actually bumped into Gerard before he saw him.

"Whuh?" Patrick said coherently, staring at Gerard blankly. Gerard gave an awkward little wave in reply, grinning as if he was fit to bust.

"But you're not in Chicago," Patrick's travel-addled brain couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. He wasn't due to get back home to Gerard for another 9 days - he knew the exact date as he'd been counting it down.

"Surprise!" said Gerard - if his smile got any wider, he was going to make like the Cheshire Cat and become nothing but smile.

Gerard shook his head fondly when Patrick continued to stare at him in bemusement. "It's a good job I know you, Patrick Stump, or I'd think you weren't pleased to see me."

Gerard leant forward, bending slightly to reach down so their lips could meet easily. It was just a chaste peck, suitable for everyday consumption, but it woke Patrick from his trance - Gerard was really here! With a strength that surprised himself he reached up, pulling Gerard back into position and kissing him properly this time.

"Hello," Patrick whispered against Gerard's skin as they paused for breath. Suddenly the day was looking up after all.

"

MCR/PATD, Gerard/Brendon

[dr-jasley.livejournal.com]

Gerard/Brendon late afternoon kisses

Keep me breathing; Gerard/Brendon

[creepylicious.livejournal.com]

To be honest for a second, Brendon always thought that if Gerard would ever go for someone who wasn't Frank (because, duh) it would be Ryan. For all the fucked up reasons, but mostly because Gerard liked to fix things, liked to fix people and Ryan, well Ryan seemed like someone who had to be fixed somehow, and at one point in their lives everyone who knew Ryan would try or at least think about it.
To say it was a surprise that Gerard didn't go for Ryan would be a major understatement and to say that Brendon wasn't fucking freaked out, well...there are actually no words for how freaked out Brendon was about the idea of Gerard approaching him.
And it didn't help that Ryan was worshipping the ground Gerard was walking, scratch that, fucking strutting on.
There was something about Gerard back then (and now) that just called to you. That seduces you with a siren song. He is so different from what Brendon grew up with.
So, Brendon was scared shitless, but he fell anyway for Gerard (or was seduced to fall), because if you have to shatter at least do it right.

“Are you thinking about how we'll never last, again?” Gerard asks into his thoughts. There is paint on his collarbone that Brendon wants to lick away, even if it'll taste horrible.

“What gave me away?”

“The big fat frown and the far away look,” Gerard answers, leaning against the door-frame and lighting a cigarette.

“Damn, it's every time the same thing,” Brendon says with a smile.

“For someone so young you're really horrible at the whole living in the moment thing.”

“Is that what this is for you?” Brendon asks, biting his lip.

Gerard sighs, exhaling smoke. Brendon stares at his mouth. “Brendon,” he says and only that.

“I just don't get why you aren't with someone else,” Brendon answers, sometimes it's like he wants this to end, wants them to fall apart and now, because maybe it will hurt less (but that's a lie).

“I like how you moan my name when I finger you and how your spine curves under my lips and-”

“Okay, I get it!” Brendon interrupts his face hot and his stomach in knots, but in a good way.
Gerard laughs, uncurling from the door-frame and walking over. He bends down and kisses Brendon's forehead, runs a hand down his face, Brendon turns into the touch, he can't help it. He tilts his face up and Gerard is there, looking at him amused and hungrily, meeting him halfway. Despite Gerard being horny (because he always is when he finished a piece he was working on for hours) the kiss is soft, lazy, taking, stealing all Brendon's breath. Gerard's fingers tangle in his hair, stroking the skin at his nape.

“I don't get why you aren't with someone else either,” Gerard says against his mouth. Brendon is catching his breath, his lips brushing Gerard's with every shaky in- and exhale.
The thing is, the thing is Gerard looks really earnestly puzzled by it.

“Because you're talented,” Brendon answers, kissing Gerard. “Because you're beautiful,” another kiss, “because you're crazy and scary,” kiss, kiss, “because I love how you moan my name when I fuck you...” another kiss, this time deeper, and more desperate. “Because your moments last lifetimes,” he whispers.

“Yeah...they do,” Gerard answers, leaning in again.

~end~