So, basically there's two things on my mind. The first is rather trivial, but I wanted to talk to you guys, cause it involves you all helping me out. The second is more important... to me at least
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hmmm i would LOVE to see some hot and dirty complete smut between Patrick and Gerard; Brendon and Gerard; Ray and someone (be creative lol) lets see who else. ooooh! Gerard and William! yes! that would be so random and awesome! lol if you get to this that would be cool but you have some great ideas from the posts before me. Thanks! have fun writing
Patrick, unlike most people, knew how to deal with Gerard. He had dealt with Pete his entire adult life. Fortunately for Patrick, Gerard didn't feel like his brother, as Pete did. So, he could be more effective in how he dealt with it.
Gerard's arms were tied to the bed above him with leather straps. He shifted delicately, trying not to pull against the straps, but getting comfortable. Patrick tutted and pulled a paddle from his belt.
"Don't talk. Don't move. Follow the rules."
Because they are so many requests, I'm only going to write small ones for each of them. Hope you enjoy.
Gerard liked Brendon. He liked his ass when he walked, he liked Brendon's long thin torso, he liked Brendon's hair, Gerard liked his musicality and intelligence. But what he loved about Brendon was his endless energy.
Most people believed that he was hyperactive and constantly singing Disney. Instead, he was quiet and reserved, only becoming hyperactive when he was passionate about something. Gerard was glad he was something to be passionate about.
Brendon's favourite position was straddling Gerard, because he could make both himself and Gerard feel good with any effort from the older man. Gerard just liked the way that he could lie back and watch as Brendon fucked himself on his boyfriend.
I love that last sentence. It makes me tingling. Oh dear, I'm going to run away now.
Ryan had writer's block. He'd put his pen to paper, his hands to the keyboard and any free flow of ideas would vanish. He could think of things off-handedly, but whenever he sat down to compile his thoughts, he couldn't manage it, he couldn't make them fit. He sighed, throwing the notebook his had in his hands on the desk and slumping back in the chair. It was the chair he'd sat in for the past two albums, the comfortable one that had let him sit for hours without getting backache or muscle spasms
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When Pete had signed Panic, everyone had been convinced that it was Ryan he had been after, even Brendon. But actually, it had been Andy who had done the convincing. Pete had thought they needed more time, to play live, to sort out their lives
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Patrick straightened his lapels and looked through the mirror into the room behind him. The televisual machine was on and showing something about the new carts that Gerard had been working on lately. He smiled a little and looked at himself again in the mirror. He frowned at his forehead, sweeping his hand over it slowly before picking up his top hat.
Tonight was about Gerard and his invention, not Patrick's hair problems. He glanced at his overall appearance once more before leaving the room, heading downstairs and through the empty hallways towards the ballroom. The footmen opened the doors for him and he stepped inside, shrinking into the crowd as quickly as possible.
He walked to the balcony stage where Gerard was standing and sat in the chair next to him. The two men smiled at each other, then focussed on the others in the room. Patrick forced the frown off his face, remembering that this was Gerard's night, not his.
I'm so sorry that this isn't very good. I'm not used to steampunk and only hope I got it right. Hope you enjoy
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Re: From bandslashmania. =)do_come_inJuly 24 2008, 17:39:18 UTC
After Gerard and Bert stopped being friends, Frank found it kind of hard to get on with his life. Gerard looked for support on his decision from his band and Frank couldn't do anything about it. No-one had ever asked Frank to stop seeing his boyfriend, but he didn’t know what to do about it.
Bert hadn't been angry about it, surprisingly he'd understood. They'd called each other as much as possible and sent emails whenever they had the time to spend hours looking at the computer screen trying to figure out what to say. But it would always be harder.
One day, Frank had received a link in his email, instead of the long incomprehensible love letters that Bert was so fond of. He'd clicked and spent two hours reading the incomprehensible love letter that Bert had posted on livejournal. Frank just smiled and started to type his reply.
Frank had always been an exhibitionist.
I know it's not exactly what you wanted. But it was perfect.
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Gerard's arms were tied to the bed above him with leather straps. He shifted delicately, trying not to pull against the straps, but getting comfortable. Patrick tutted and pulled a paddle from his belt.
"Don't talk. Don't move. Follow the rules."
Because they are so many requests, I'm only going to write small ones for each of them. Hope you enjoy.
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Most people believed that he was hyperactive and constantly singing Disney. Instead, he was quiet and reserved, only becoming hyperactive when he was passionate about something. Gerard was glad he was something to be passionate about.
Brendon's favourite position was straddling Gerard, because he could make both himself and Gerard feel good with any effort from the older man. Gerard just liked the way that he could lie back and watch as Brendon fucked himself on his boyfriend.
I love that last sentence. It makes me tingling. Oh dear, I'm going to run away now.
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B. Bob/Ryan? With grouchiness? (is grouchiness even a word?)
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Tonight was about Gerard and his invention, not Patrick's hair problems. He glanced at his overall appearance once more before leaving the room, heading downstairs and through the empty hallways towards the ballroom. The footmen opened the doors for him and he stepped inside, shrinking into the crowd as quickly as possible.
He walked to the balcony stage where Gerard was standing and sat in the chair next to him. The two men smiled at each other, then focussed on the others in the room. Patrick forced the frown off his face, remembering that this was Gerard's night, not his.
I'm so sorry that this isn't very good. I'm not used to steampunk and only hope I got it right. Hope you enjoy ( ... )
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Bert hadn't been angry about it, surprisingly he'd understood. They'd called each other as much as possible and sent emails whenever they had the time to spend hours looking at the computer screen trying to figure out what to say. But it would always be harder.
One day, Frank had received a link in his email, instead of the long incomprehensible love letters that Bert was so fond of. He'd clicked and spent two hours reading the incomprehensible love letter that Bert had posted on livejournal. Frank just smiled and started to type his reply.
Frank had always been an exhibitionist.
I know it's not exactly what you wanted. But it was perfect.
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