Since I posted something with only subtext, I'm going to post my comment shorts here.
Maybe one of these days I should actually post my SGA John/Ronon comment response in my own journal, too. Hmm.
Unrelatedly, here are pictures of Ryan Ross doing stuff that, frankly, looks fun to me, but also a little creepy. Kind of like me writing about him having sex, when I think about it. Thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ethrosdemon for the link.
Maybe one of these days I should actually post my SGA John/Ronon comment response in my own journal, too. Hmm.
Unrelatedly, here are pictures of Ryan Ross doing stuff that, frankly, looks fun to me, but also a little creepy. Kind of like me writing about him having sex, when I think about it. Thanks to
ethrosdemon for the link.Bandom, My Chemical Romance, Frank/Gerard
from the prompt "school ties" bywildestranger
Click on Frank or Gerard's name for pictures of them.
Frank refused to take off his schoolboy outfit for the rest of the day, even though the video had been finished by 2:OO. He looked so *gleeful* about it, twirling around until his tie flew out, smirking little mouth making lewd promises while Gerard was still trying to find a way to deal with all the excess energy and anxiety. A drink would help, take the edge off, but there were no more drinks in all the world.
Everybody left the bus to the two of them and took off, probably relieved to have a break from Gerard-sitting. Frank must have drawn the short straw, sat next to him on the couch and switched from channel to channel, playing with the end of his tie. The light from the screen caught on the surface of Frank's eyes, made them liquid and strange, made Gerard's eyes too slow to pan over Frank's pretty face, get hooked by the tiny sharp teeth pressed into Frankie's red lip. Too slow, because when he finally looked up, Frank was watching him.
"Um," said Gerard, mumbling stupid and heart-stutteringly frozen. Frank was pulling the tie tighter, tilting his head back, watching Gerard under his lashes. and fuck, *moaning* a little. like he liked the tie and the pressure and Gerard suddenly knew what to do with some of that pent up feeling. He took the tie in his own hand, wrapped it slowly around his fist, tugged lightly.
Frankie came.
~from the prompt "school ties" by
wildestrangerClick on Frank or Gerard's name for pictures of them.
Frank refused to take off his schoolboy outfit for the rest of the day, even though the video had been finished by 2:OO. He looked so *gleeful* about it, twirling around until his tie flew out, smirking little mouth making lewd promises while Gerard was still trying to find a way to deal with all the excess energy and anxiety. A drink would help, take the edge off, but there were no more drinks in all the world.
Everybody left the bus to the two of them and took off, probably relieved to have a break from Gerard-sitting. Frank must have drawn the short straw, sat next to him on the couch and switched from channel to channel, playing with the end of his tie. The light from the screen caught on the surface of Frank's eyes, made them liquid and strange, made Gerard's eyes too slow to pan over Frank's pretty face, get hooked by the tiny sharp teeth pressed into Frankie's red lip. Too slow, because when he finally looked up, Frank was watching him.
"Um," said Gerard, mumbling stupid and heart-stutteringly frozen. Frank was pulling the tie tighter, tilting his head back, watching Gerard under his lashes. and fuck, *moaning* a little. like he liked the tie and the pressure and Gerard suddenly knew what to do with some of that pent up feeling. He took the tie in his own hand, wrapped it slowly around his fist, tugged lightly.
Frankie came.
Bandom, The Academy Is.../Panic! at the Disco William/Ryan
from the prompt "fisticuffs" bytrascendenza
Bill was a pussy, Pete had said so, and Ryan knew he could fucking take him. They circled each other, fists up, and the sun kept shining into Ryan's eyes. The sun was falling, heading into a bloody sunset, and that was NOT going to be a fucking metaphor. He was distracted by his own thoughts, and he heard himself screech (bellow, yell, never screeching) before he felt the impact on his cheek. And he was so trained, like curling into a ball was the only possible response to pain, and he hit the ground and went such a familiar kind of still.
Five minutes ago none of this was happening. They were kissing, Ryan's hand in Bill's pocket, Bill's tongue lapping slowly at Ryan's in a steady rhythm like fucking. Ryan's dick was hard against Bill's thigh, rubbing in time with their mouths and hands and Bill had his eyes softly closed, lashes on his cheek. It was only five minutes, maybe less, and so sweet until Bill pushed down on Ryan's shoulder and gave an order.
The rest is all a blur, shouting, Ryan's fist striking Bill's stomach, Bill's angry red face. Here they are now, Ryan locked in a time loop in his mind, while blood trickles down over his chin and Bill strokes his hair, murmuring urgently but totally incomprehensible to Ryan. This is all so familiar, and really. It's almost comfortable. Maybe a song will come from this, about love and sunsets and fisticuffs.
Maybe the next round will go better.
~from the prompt "fisticuffs" by
trascendenzaBill was a pussy, Pete had said so, and Ryan knew he could fucking take him. They circled each other, fists up, and the sun kept shining into Ryan's eyes. The sun was falling, heading into a bloody sunset, and that was NOT going to be a fucking metaphor. He was distracted by his own thoughts, and he heard himself screech (bellow, yell, never screeching) before he felt the impact on his cheek. And he was so trained, like curling into a ball was the only possible response to pain, and he hit the ground and went such a familiar kind of still.
Five minutes ago none of this was happening. They were kissing, Ryan's hand in Bill's pocket, Bill's tongue lapping slowly at Ryan's in a steady rhythm like fucking. Ryan's dick was hard against Bill's thigh, rubbing in time with their mouths and hands and Bill had his eyes softly closed, lashes on his cheek. It was only five minutes, maybe less, and so sweet until Bill pushed down on Ryan's shoulder and gave an order.
The rest is all a blur, shouting, Ryan's fist striking Bill's stomach, Bill's angry red face. Here they are now, Ryan locked in a time loop in his mind, while blood trickles down over his chin and Bill strokes his hair, murmuring urgently but totally incomprehensible to Ryan. This is all so familiar, and really. It's almost comfortable. Maybe a song will come from this, about love and sunsets and fisticuffs.
Maybe the next round will go better.
Bandom, Cobra Starship/My Chemical Romance Gabe/Gerard
from the prompt "cobrastyle" byethrosdemon
Gabe's back is long and sinuous, glistening with sweat. Gerard slithers up that vulnerable spine, rising over him, sliding into place as just the head of his cock slips inside, making short little jabs until Gerard hears him hiss and he strikes hard. Then for endless moments there are the wet sounds of fucking and groaning and nothing else, Gerard's blind and grunting, fingers tight on hips. Heat and slippery skin undo him, Gabe's heat and wriggling attempts to get closer, and he bites the back of Gabe's throat, holds him still while he pumps into him, teeth tingling. When he can see again, he pulls out and rolls Gabe over, looking into dark eyes and a wrecked expression. He leans over a tender ear, smiling, and tells Gabe what his vision will be.
from the prompt "cobrastyle" by
ethrosdemonGabe's back is long and sinuous, glistening with sweat. Gerard slithers up that vulnerable spine, rising over him, sliding into place as just the head of his cock slips inside, making short little jabs until Gerard hears him hiss and he strikes hard. Then for endless moments there are the wet sounds of fucking and groaning and nothing else, Gerard's blind and grunting, fingers tight on hips. Heat and slippery skin undo him, Gabe's heat and wriggling attempts to get closer, and he bites the back of Gabe's throat, holds him still while he pumps into him, teeth tingling. When he can see again, he pulls out and rolls Gabe over, looking into dark eyes and a wrecked expression. He leans over a tender ear, smiling, and tells Gabe what his vision will be.
