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Writer's Block: Take Your Chances

2009-03-22T19:04:42Z

Top o' the morning to you! Has anyone ever pinched you for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day?

it matters what they did. though i try not to get hurt more than once.

Retarded in Love

2009-03-13T20:27:08Z

Gerard, Frank realized, has a very feminine walk. He carefully observed the swing of Gerard’s hips, and the graceful movement of his arms. However, Gerard was getting farther and farther away from him, leaving Frank confused. Was he walking really slowly? Was Gerard really walking that fast?

“Frank?” He jerked his head up at the sound of Gerard’s voice.” Why did you stop walking?” Gerard had a weird look on his face. “Oh sorry. I was, uh…Tying my shoe. “Both boys looked down at Frank’s slip-on Vans. “Well, I mean I was, until I realized there were no laces.”

“Um…okay.” The boys continued in silence, reaching Franks home. Frank eased his keys out of his tight pockets, fumbling with the door until it swung open. He walked inside, dropping his backpack and hoodie on the floor. Gerard followed suit, keeping his hoodie.

“You want some ice cream?” Frank called from the kitchen, clearing his throat nervously afterwards.

“Uh, sure. Yeah that would be great.” Gerard dropped down onto the overstuffed peach chair. Moments later Frank walked in holding ice cream and Dr.Peppers. He seated himself on the foot rest for the peach chair, handing Gerard a soda. Frank pulled his feet up so he was sitting cross-legged, then cracked open his can.

“Hey, Frank?” Frank glanced up, his eyes catching on Gerard’s golden-green ones. He blocked out all surrounding sound, except for the beating up his heart. His stomach made a squishy sound and he threw up a little in his mouth. His eyes widened as the tingling sensation on the back of his throat intensified and he coughed, spewing bile and chunks of food onto Gerard’s face. Gerard blinked his eyes before his face twisted.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry, Gee!” He jerked to a kneeling position, dumping his bowl of ice cream face-down in Gerard’s lap. “Shit!” He leaned forward to move the bowl at the exact same time Gerard’s did, causing Frank to head butt Gerard in the face. Gerard jerked to a standing, holding a hand to his face. Blood dribbled out from under his hand. He turned and ran to the bathroom. “Fuck! “Frank kicked the bowl and it skidded across the floor. Water could be heard from the bathroom. “Frank?” Gerard called his voice nasally. Frank scurried to the bathroom.” Yeah?”

“Can you get me some, like, pants and a shirt?” Gerard called through the door.

“Totally. Just, like hold on.” Frank hurried upstairs, diving into his closet before stopping. He was gonna do it. He collapsed on his bed. Was he really gonna do it? He sat upright. Yes, he fucking was. He fell back against the bed. Oh god, he couldn’t. Yes, he goddamn motherfucking could. He stood heading for the door, then doubling back and grabbing a pair of his black lounge pants and a red and white striped wife beater. He launched himself down the stairs, teetering to a halt before the bathroom door. He knocked meekly. The door opened to reveal Gerard, his black hair disheveled (Gerard had a habit of running his fingers through his hair when he was stressed) and clad only in green boxers, wads of blood-stained toilet paper shoved in each nostril. Frank dropped the clothes and lunged at Gerard, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his face against Gerard’s. It was sloppy, and slobber dribbled down Franks chin. One of Gerard’s tissue wads fell out on to Frank’s upper lip before landing on the floor, leaving a red smear on his face. Frank deepened the kiss, and Gerard stumbled backwards into the shower door. It swung open and Gerard fell, Frank landing unceremoniously in his lap. Gerard’s lips trailed down Franks face to his neck and Frank bucked his hips, causing his ass to rub against Gerard’s crotch. “Do that again.” Gerard croaked out, the tendons in his neck straining. Frank began sliding back and forth on Gerard’s lap, breathing mangled sighs with each movement. Gerard moaned at the sensation of Franks hard cock pressed against his stomach, his hand slipping from around Franks back to unbuttoning his zipper and sliding down his fly. He pulled Franks hard-on from his jeans (Underwear? Ha! Frank doesn’t wear underwear) and rubbed it in time to the waves of pleasure rocking through him. Franks hands rubbed at Gerard’s face his fingers dipping into his mouth and behind his ear and tracing his hairline. Franks grinded harder against Gerard as his orgasm approached. He rocked back and forth mindlessly, his hands rubbing Gerard hungrily, his mouth screaming a continuous mantra consisting of “Fuck, yeah! “ ‘s, “Harder! “ ‘s, and “Oh God, baby! Right there! ” ‘s. Gerard stared up at the boy squirming on his lap, sweat-soaked hair flopping with each plunge and whispered, “I’m about to cum.”

Frank nodded, his eyes closed, sucking wildly at his lip ring. With a final thrust from Frank, Gerard ejaculated in four thick ropes, leaving a warm wet spot on the front of his boxers. Frank took one look at Gerard, with his mouth half-closed, eyes wide open, hunched forward as shudders of pleasure shook through him, and came all over Gerard’s stomach and chest. Frank collapsed against Gerard, his head resting weakly against Gerard’s collarbone.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” He whispered.

“Yeah.” Gerard responded.” It was fucking great.”

Frerad<333 (smut tho!)

2009-03-13T17:36:55Z

He smiled at me from the middle of the stage, lips curling over his canines. My spine tingled as he shook his hips in time to “Prison”, my fingers fumbling over a chord progression, causing Ray to shoot me a funny look. His voice crescendo-ed in unison with the music as he gestured frantically, hips gyrating. I slunk up behind him, not quickly, just one step per two beats.

BOOM BOOM-step.

Finally I reached him. I waited for the perfect moment. It came soon enough.

“Pain in my heart from your dying wish-“I swung my guitar behind my back”-I kiss you lips agai-mmmff!!” I didn’t kiss him so much as smash my face against his, my teeth biting into his lips, my hand yanking his head forward by his hair. His eyes stared; I closed mine and twisted my head, forcing his jaw open. My tongue slid in between his lips, rubbing hungrily against his teeth. Sweet coffee rubbed my face with each harsh exhale. Finally he surrendered, his mouth falling open and his arms curling behind my back. I leaned up, my knees rubbery as he slid his tongue against mine, his nails rubbing up and down my sides, no doubt leaving angry red streaks. I pulled back, my arms swinging down just in time to catch the next chords. He panted, looking me directly in the eyes. I darted back to Bob’s drum set, hopping onto the bass drum. I leaped backwards off it, landing split legged beside Mikey. His head bobbed in time with his guitar, and I smiled, running a hand through his hair before scampering away to my side of the stage.

The rest of the show went on without a hitch; I exited after snatching up a pair of red fluffy handcuffs and several envelopes. The second I stepped behind the curtain strong arms shoved me against the wall. “What the fuck was that about?” I closed my eyes as I felt Gee’s arms collapse on either side of me. I sighed leaning forward to inhale his sweaty scent, I wrapped my arms around him and he licked my neck.” You honestly think you’re getting off that easy?” Gee snarled in my ear. His hand slid down my back to my pocket, I felt a tugging sensation on my butt and before I could react a pair of sparkly handcuffs was dangling in my face. “Bathroom. Now.” I nodded, slinking around him only to feel something clamp around my wrist. He smirked, tucking my hand into my pocket, and then pushed me towards the bathroom before him. When we reached the bathroom he quickly forced me into the big handicapped stall. He prodded me towards the wall and snapped the other side of the handcuffs to the silver bar running along the wall. My eyes widened in anticipation and I felt a stirring low in my gut. “Strip.” I nodded again, my face downcast to hide the excited smile I knew was there. I hastily unbuttoned my pants and slid them off with one hand, due to the handcuffs, my shirt hung around my wrist but at this point I couldn’t care less. “Lean against the wall. Prop your foot up on the toilet seat.” I complied to his wishes immediately, but was still unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. ” No!” A hand smacked against my face, I bit back a cry. ” Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do!” The palm on my face stroked gently at my cheekbone before drawing back. “Suck your fingers.” I slid my ring and middle finger into my mouth. Glancing up I felt a shock ripple through my body and collide between my legs, Gee was staring at me with his hand down his pants ,rubbing up and down. He was staring at me through half-lidded eyes, his mouth agape and spit was dripping out of the corner. “Put them inside yourself.” He whispered hoarsely. I moaned loudly, pulling my hand from my mouth, a string of saliva hanging form my tongue. I reached down between my legs, my knee fell back and my hips slid forward. I pushed the tip of my finger into my ass, moaning again at the sensations. I slid my finger in to the second knuckle, hissing at the burn I felt. I slid a second finger in stroking my inner walls and rubbing my prostate. My hips jerked as I worked myself with my fingers and I strained against my confines. “G-G-Gee! I’m gonna c-c-c-cum!” He crossed the room quickly; he tugged my fingers out of myself and pushed my head down. I slid my lips over the head of his cock, my tongue delving into the slit at the top. He groaned, his fist clenching in my hair. He suddenly thrust all the way to the hilt, slamming my head against the wall; he did this several times until his penis was covered in spit. I moaned as he lifted my leg up and nudged my opening. I eagerly thrust forward and was rewarded with a slap across the face. “Do I have to tell you again? Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.” I nodded bleakly. He sighed and slid the tip of his cock inside me. I licked his neck and wiggled my hips, hopefully intensifying the pleasure for both of us. He used one hand to grab me by my hair and hold me against the wall. He slid back a tiny bit then crashed into me. He mindlessly fucked me, whispering filthy things in my ear and tugging my cock. We both choked out a warning seconds before his and my stomach were covered in cum. I stared upwards as aftershocks shook my body. He suckled weakly at my neck, murmuring sweet nothings against my collarbone.

“I love you.” He blurted out. I stood there cum dripping down my leg, and realized something.

“I love you, too.”

Yay! Semi-angry sex!!!