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A Bandom Kissing Meme.

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

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First kisses are my faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavorite. ♥

warnings/enticements: Frank is a hot ass, Ryan Ross has a potty mouth, Brendon is flaily and Spencer is giggly. Beta'd by

s0ckpupp3t because she loves me.

Brendon couldn’t believe it had actually gone this far. Like seriously. How was this his life? Who has paltry arguments about the merits of rhythm guitarists making out together and that it would be more awesome?

“It would be more awesome,” Frank had insisted. Looking completely and totally serious and staring at Brendon’s lips more than a lot.

Apparently, the answer to the original question dealt with Ryan Ross being an impossible ornery shit and starting the whole debate. And maybe to do with his scarves. Or paisley in general. And Spencer was not helping. At all. Spencer was just giggling. This was absolutely the last time he let Spencer get giggly drunk without him at an afterparty where My Chem showed up. Spencer was fired.

“You are ridiculous, Frank Iero,” Ryan said, formally.

“Your face,” Frank chirped, causing Brendon to snicker.

“Well, if it’s so true, prove it,” Ross challenged.

“Prove what?” Brendon asked, his brain temporarily derailing because it sound like Ryan just dared Frank Iero to kiss him. On his face and everything. Brendon doesn’t know what to do with himself all of a sudden. Because he wasn’t anywhere close to the cheeky confidence that Frank seemed to embody. Like at all. Not this inert sexiness that Frank just wore like a second skin. Brendon had to work at shit like that. He had to put it on like a costume before he walked on stage every night. He was okay with being a total dork, could not believe the darkened look that Frank had for Brendon and his mouth. Seriously.

Frank grinned like he could see and hear all of Brendon’s thoughts and simply stepped closer.

“Seriously?” Brendon asked, breathlessly, because Frank was right there. So close. Brendon just needed to tip his head down and they would touch.

“Yeah,” Frank said, licking his lips.

Brendon answered by closing the distance, his lips touching onto Frank’s chapped ones, wet from where his tongue had been. Brendon opened his mouth, encouraging and Frank sucked on his tongue, then tasted Brendon’s mouth. Brendon tasted beer and some sort of lingering cinnamon that could have been gum or maybe just the way Frank tasted. Shit, was Brendon moaning? He should maybe stop that.

Frank giggled and broke the kiss. He smiled at Brendon like he was amazing and a treasure he didn’t know he’d get.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Ryan stormed off, much to no one’s surprise.

“Huh,” Brendon managed, knowing that he was, indeed, grinning like an idiot and feeling his face blush.

“Damn,” Spencer breathed.

“Yeah,” Frank said, a little breathlessly and then kissed him again. Easier, deeper, this time, and with Brendon maybe grinding against Frank’s thigh a little.

“Frank, stop molesting the Panic kids,” Ray chided from across the room.

Frank broke the kiss to yell, “Maybe he was molesting me and I like it!” He gave Brendon a lewd wink and Brendon started laughing. Seriously. His life!

[first time, drunk!boys, pre-cleanup!Gerard]

Gerard emptied the contents of his stomach a second time, then mumbled, “I’m good, ‘mgood. Check on Mikey.” Frank handed him a glass of water and walked out to the couch, waving a hand in front of Mikey’s glassy eyes.

Didn’t seem to do the trick. Obviously, this called for some more direct action. Frank planted his hand on the back of the couch beside Mikey’s head, and threw a leg over, comfortably straddling Mikey’s lap. “Earth to Mikeyway, this is Houston.”

Mikey blinked, realized who was on his lap, and looked slightly alarmed before managing, “Gee okay?”

“Yeah, all out of his system now, I think.” Frank cocked his head at the distant sound of barfing and winced. “Okay, almost,” he corrected.

“Thank you,” Mikey said out of nowhere.

“Everybody needs a drunk-buddy sometimes,” Frank shrugged.

“No, I meant for being psychic.” Mikey said, flatly and cryptically.

“No problem?” Frank shrugged again, giggling. “Why am I psychic again?”

“You’re on my lap,” Mikey said like that explained everything, but it sounded like a non sequitur.

“Oh, should I move? Sorry, man,” Frank apologized and moved as if to go.

“No.” Mikey said, and stopped him with a hand on Frank’s hip. Frank settled down onto Mikey’s thighs again and laughed. “I wanted you on my lap and then you were on my lap. All...” Mikey gestured at Frank’s legs for a while, then nodded like that was the end of his sentence.

“Oh.” Frank bit his lip ring, trying not to think that that meant what he thought it meant. Then his head hurt from the not thinking.

Mikey’s hand tightened on Frank’s hip, and his other hand drew up to do the same. Frank looked down at Mikey, catching the faint glare of the television on his glasses. Mikey was frowning.

“What?” Frank was definitely right, it wasn’t what he was thinking it meant. Or he was wrong. Something.

“I want that. You keep doing that.” The frown deepened, and Frank would have done anything to fix whatever it was that Mikey was unhappy about. He chewed on his lip, uncomprehending.

“What am I doing? I’ll stop, whatever it is.”

Mikey made a frustrated little noise and jerked his head up, kissing Frank and digging his teeth into Frank’s lower lip. It was messy, and it hurt, and Frank finally got it.

But he pretended not to.

“You want a lip piercing? Mikey, that’d be awesome. I’ll so take you to get yours,” he fake-enthused, until Mikey saw through him and kissed him again.

I am in love with every single word of this. <3

*tips hat and grins*

I kind of love them. I love the ease and simplicity of their relationship, and how that can mask something deeper for them both. Thank you so much!

Gerard doesn't like his baby brother to be sad.

Oh man, they are SO ADORABLE. ♥

I just kind of love how much they so obviously are in love, and how happy and easy they are together. I know it's not a bed of roses (or maybe it is, complete with thorns like any other marriage), but it's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

Mikey enjoys making Ray work for it a little. Of course, Ray is going to enjoy spreading Mikey's legs and getting stubble burn all over his inner thighs. So, you know, it's a trade off.

I really liked how they all sort of fell together in this. Assholes of the world unite!

Heee! Still loving this.

They're all cramped and dirty and smelly and gross and assholes and boys. UGH. I love them.

Thank you so much! I love all the changes you can see in all of the guys as they've grown up, and I love seeing what's stayed the same!

TAI is so good. I just want everyone to LOVE THEM.

Ha! This is awesome. Also, makes so much sense. :)

BOYS. BOYS WHO ARE FRIENDS. UGH. I love them and want them all to be best friends FOREVER.

The knock on the door is hard and urgent, and Ryan leaps to open it. Brendon enters quickly and quietly, turning to shut the door again as soon as he is inside. The tell-tale blue cloak of his station is off, and instead he wears a dark brown mantle over his armour. Still, even the heavy material can't hide the shape of his sword, buckled at his hip.

“So?” Ryan says, even though he already has the answer in Brendon's coming here, his mouth a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“The king made his decision,” Brendon says, turning his head to take in every nook of Ryan's tiny cottage, as if one of his fellow guards might be hiding under the bed. “Come morning, every witch in the city is going to be rounded up.”

Ryan nods, trying to swallow down the sour taste in his mouth. He knew this was coming, but he still lingered. Stupidly, he knows. The smarter witches all left while they still could—before the compulsory registrations and bans on travelling, on leaving the city. But Ryan was confident and in love and stupid, stupid, stupid.

“What's going to happen?” he asks, and his throat tightens still further at the way Brendon's expression solidifies. “Tell me.”

Brendon shakes his head, then clears his throat. “Water and fire,” he says—croaks. “Drowning, and for those that survive, the pyres.”

Ryan reels. It won't just be the witches, he realises—god knows there are precious few of them left. No, it will also be healers like Nana Goodbody, and loremen like Father Dahlof and One-leg Halter. People with no magical ability whatsoever, but a disconcerting amount of knowledge and a way of making people uncomfortable.

He vaguely realises that Brendon has him by the shoulders, squeezing hard enough to hurt. “Ryan. Ryan. You've got to get out of here.”

Ryan almost laughs, except for how he doesn't think he can remember how to. “How?” he says. “I'm one of the real witches left in the city. You think they'll let me walk out of the front gates now?”

“I have a horse,” Brendon says, talking over him. “I bought her in Tulach four moons ago. Have been having her stabled in Sibhean.”

Ryan frowns. Four moons ago was before the trouble really started.

“Thought things might be going to the bad,” Brendon says, and for the first time there's a hint of a smile on his face. “I know you said I was being over-excitable, but I thought it was best to be on the safe side.” He starts pacing, hands waving in the air, drawing up flight plans. “Victoria guards the Eastern shadow door, you can get out there. I took the mare from Sibhean earlier today. She's in the clearing.”

At that, Ryan can't help but smile as well. There will never be more than one clearing—the clearing—to the both of them. Then he hears and understand the full extent of what Brendon is saying.

“You?” he asks. “Aren't you coming with me?”

Brendon stops his pacing, bites his lip. “I can't,” he says. “Not yet. I'll come find you as soon as I can, but—I can't.”

He looks pleadingly at Ryan, who nods. A witch running off the very night the king signs the death warrant for all of his kind is suspicious enough without one of the city guard going missing as well. And he realises what it means, what Brendon is risking, just to get him into safety.

“Brendon—” he tries, but Brendon silences him with a wave of his hand.

“Not now,” he says. “It's worth it. You're worth it. Just—I'll join you as soon as I can. Head for Baile; ask for Jonathan Walker at the inn, The Cat and Clover. He's an old friend.”

There's a noise in the street outside, and Brendon looks around wildly, pulling Ryan towards him and flattening them both against the wall. It's just some townfolk on their way home from the tavern, however, and they both relax as the revellers pass the door and continue down the street.

“You need to go,” Brendon says, his voice lowered, as soon as the scare has passed. “Before—I need to go, too. They'll miss me soon.”

He makes as if to leave, and Ryan grabs his mantle quickly.

“Promise,” he says. “Promise you'll come find me.”

Brendon stares at him for a moment, and then his face is softening—and there is the Brendon of all those golden afternoons, the one who traded off guard duty to lie, laughing stupidly, with Ryan on the soft grass of their clearing, both of them curling into one another and touching, pressing, trying to get as close to each other as possible. He reaches for Ryan's face, and Ryan fists his hands in Brendon's hair, and then they're kissing, hot and desperate.

“I promise,” Brendon keeps mumbling. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”

And Ryan closes his eyes knowing that while yes, every second here is a second he could be getting away from the city, every second also means it could be the last time with Brendon.

He wants to make it count.

It's a standing joke whenever they're in an airport. Someone teases him about lyrics and someone else teases him about disappearing and Mike always looks at him with eyes he can't read and reminds him not to have a nervous breakdown. Of course, that was when there were more than three of them, more than just two people to tease him. He thinks about it as Mike drives him to the airport in the rented car, passing most of Nashville in a small Kia Rio.

"It feels weird."

Mike grunts instead of commenting, but William thinks that's probably more because he hasn't had coffee yet, but there's a drive-thru Starbucks up ahead, so the level of intelligent conversation may rise at some point soon.

"I mean, I know it's just a day really, but..." He sighs. He's flown to and from Mike's place in California, literally going from LAX to O'Hare, and the joke has been like a bitter pill on his tongue or stuck in his throat dissolving. He doesn't want things the way they were, and he doesn't want normalcy. He just wishes he knew what he wanted or if what he wants is possible, real. "You should come with me."

"Last minute tickets cost more money than I've got. Besides, I'm going to see the Old 97's, and if you think I like you more than them, you're seriously mistaken."

"You're an asshole."

Mike looks at him like he's grown another head. "Yeah. Is there a reason you sound surprised?"

"No." He crosses his arms over his chest and stares out the window. "You could at least pretend you'll miss me."

"Oh my god, you are such a fucking princess." Mike drives into the parking lot of a Denny's and William's stomach rumbles. No coffee means no breakfast, and right now he'd probably gnaw Mike's arm off if he thought he had something other than bitter gristle under the skin. He'd definitely shank Carden if he tried to get in the way of him and a Moons Over My Hammy. "You want me to swoon or something?"

"What?"

"Because you're fucking pouting."

"I'm not pouting. I'm offended that you like people in another band more than you like your band."

"I don't have to live on a bus with them."

"You don't have to live on a bus with me."

"Jesus Christ." Mike growls under his breath and grabs the t-shirt William's wearing in his fist and jerks him in closer. William smells peppermint from Mike's mouth and wonders briefly if he remembered to brush his teeth, when suddenly Mike's kissing him, his tongue licking along the roof of William's mouth.

It's easy to surrender to this, because he fights Mike on everything else. He settles his hand on Mike's shoulder and squeezes, letting Mike control the kiss, take what he wants from William's mouth until he pulls away, both of them breathless, mouths swollen. "So you will miss me a little?"

Carden rolls his eyes and puts the car in gear. "You won't be gone long enough to miss you. Drama queen."

"But you will."

"Yeah," Mike mutters gruffly, grudgingly. "I will."

This has made my morning. *_* Thank you!

It's backstage at Lollapalooza, and there are hundreds of people milling about. Bebe's getting used to the festival scene from this side of the stage, but it still overwhelms her. Smaller clubs are more her speed when it comes to the behind the scenes, even though she loves shouting her words out over a vast sea of bodies.

She hasn't seen Pete for a couple of hours, but that's not too unusual. He's good at getting them all in on the press, but sometimes people just care about him, and he's got to deal with that. She knows this is harder for him, too, and not just because Gabe, Travis, and William called her. All the bullshit about him versus Patrick, Fall Out Boy versus Black Cards versus Patrick's solo stuff, all those questions about whether or not 'hiatus' means 'over forever' that they all thought had died are coming up again. People asking Pete if he's sticking around for Patrick's show - "I'd love to, but we've got another gig tomorrow." - or if he's jealous of Patrick - "No way, man. I'm his biggest fan." - and what 'hiatus' means are cropping up again, and since they're on first, Pete's bearing the brunt of it.

She moves out of the way of three guys and a girl carrying a metal girder, backing up into someone. "Oh, man. Sorry." She turns and finds herself face to face with Patrick. "Oh. Hi."

"Hey." He smiles easily, and she has to smile back. They got on well in the studio, even when things were strained between him and Pete, too much like old times too soon, and he's exceedingly nice. "You're not a diversionary tactic, are you?"

"Pardon?"

"Like, Pete didn't send you out to lead the press to me so he could escape?" He's still smiling so she shakes her head. "Whew."

"Your turn will come. We're leaving right after our show."

"I know, but I'm trying to avoid the awkwardness of them nabbing us both at the same time."

She nods. "I can see the value in that." She tilts her head toward the tent that they have set up for them. It's not much, but they don't need much, really. For this round of shows they have a bus, even though it seems kind of extravagant, but Pete has Bronx, and it just makes it easier on them all. "You want to hide out in our hideout?"

They're both short enough that they can hide behind taller people as they duck and run for the tent, stumbling in laughing. Patrick's face is tinted pink, his cheekbones flushed bright in the weird filtered light. "Very posh."

"One more day, and all this could be yours."

He grins and settles on one of the folding chairs. "Wow. Nothing but the best for you guys, huh?"

"Pete's chair is actually a throne, but it wouldn't fit in the tent, so we put it out by the Honey Buckets."

"Master of his domain." Patrick taps out a rhythm on his thigh and Bebe smiles. "Pete says you're always making music, even when you're just sitting still."

"I suppose. He's the same way. Lyrics in his head, breaking on the rocks in there like waves."

"Nice and insulting."

"That's Pete." Patrick looks at her. "Is he in love with you?"

"No." Everyone warned her that he would be, but Bebe thinks they all underestimated him. Or maybe they just refused to believe even Peter Pan can grow up. "Are you in love with him?"

"Kind of. Always." Patrick grins ruefully. "It's like a marriage, me and him. Only we went the trial separation route, not full-on divorce."

"Does that make Fall Out Boy your baby?"

"And these are our bastard step-children." He laughs. "So if I kiss you, I'm pretty sure it's incest."

"I hear that's big in your circles."

He chokes, like he doesn't expect the comeback, like he's underestimated her. "God, he made you read all the bandom primers on LiveJournal, didn't he?"

"Only the ones for the sexy bands." She settles on his lap, her skull skirt flaring out over both of their thighs. "Is this about Pete?"

"No. Just getting him out of the way." Patrick reaches up, tracing her jaw. "He takes up a lot of room."

"Larger than life."

"He's not here now."

"No," she agrees, licking her dark red lips and leaning in. The first brush is soft, tentative and he breathes like a singer. She feels it stutter across her lips before she kisses him again. "Just us."

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.

~~CANON~~

I mean, I love this and you! Awesome and adorable and sweet!

This is gorgeous! Really a perfectly captured moment. I love all the sensory details.

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