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[koncupiscence]

the one downside to no longer working for The Man is no more sick days. you know, of the mental health variety? i have been itching for one for months, but i continually put it out of my head, because i know it's an impossibility. but this week... ugh. i desperately need a day to just sit and do nothing and putter and faff. and maybe finish typing up my concert posts before the entire month gets away from me? alas.

and then there's real life crap that i'm trying to ignore, ridiculous fannish depression that i'm also trying to ignore, and i just want a day to make it all stop.

i'm basically feeling icky and kind of pathetic and in need of some comfort fic. or comfort spam. oh, mighty flist, if you have the inclination and time, would you be so kind as to drop something in comments to make me smile? SPAM ME with ridiculous photos. or drop a link to your favorite comfort fic (frank/gerard preferred, or brendon/anyone, even lotrips). i'm feeling needy. distract me. *paws*

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FIC TEIM NOW PART 2

[overloved.livejournal.com]

they're silent for minute, just drinking their beers when HOPE inked on frank's chest catches his eye. he's reaching out to touch it before he really registers what his hand it doing.

"that is fucking amazing, did you design that?"

his fingertips graze frank's skin, and frank shudders. shit, gerard yanks his hand back and feels himself go hot all over.

frank swallows, and shakes his head. "neil did actually. his brother does tattoos; i got it a couple weeks ago."

gerard puts his empty beer can on the table. "i couldn't do that. i'm so fucking afraid of needles."

"i'm like the exact opposite, i think. i started, and now i can't stop," frank says, mouth curves slightly. "i'll be fucking covered by the time i'm thirty."

gerard looks around the apartment again, thinks about when mikey might come home.

when he looks back at frank, he's a little closer than before, and gerard's brain takes forever to catch up and by then, frank's hand comes up to clasp the side of his face, fingers in gerard's hair, and frank is kissing him, lips cool with beer, within the space of a second.

he spares a thought, "oh shit, was frank putting moves on me?" before he shuts his head up and kisses him back. gerard's hands are empty, so it's easy and natural to reach out and grab at frank's soft waist and the back of his neck. his skin is fever hot beneath gerard's hands.

frank opens his mouth first, pressing his tongue forward to taste gerard's lips. gerard's heart is pounding as he exhales and parts his lips to let frank kiss him harder, and wetter.

it's a little ridiculous, he thinks, that he just decided to come over and now he's making out with mikey's roommate. frank helps gerard shed his coat, and gerard settles his hands at the small of frank's back, fingers clawing at the small of it.

they come apart for air, frank's face is flushed bright pink, and gerard suspects he looks the same. on frank, it looks delicious, and gerard is already thinking ahead, of all the ways he wants to kiss frank and hoping that frank will want him to.

"i wanted to do this since i first met you," frank says against gerard's lips before kissing him again. and yeah, yeah, gerard feel blood rushing through his entire body, and frank smells clean with the sharp bite of cigarettes from his hair.

he twists his tongue over frank's teeth, as he tugs on a thick loc at the nape of frank's neck. frank moans and surges up, climbs into gerard's lap without breaking the kiss.

gerard immediately wants to lay back and let frank climb all over him forever, and is thinking about how to make that happen without having to take his tongue out of frank's mouth, when there's the clomp of feet approaching the front door and a key sliding into the lock.

frank doesn't get out of his lap in time, and mikey freezes when he sees them on the couch.

"oh, fuck, gross."

"the fuck ever, mikeyway!" frank exclaims. "how many times have i listened to you and gabe or whoever in that bedroom, making all that fucking noise?" he gestures toward the apartment's one bedroom.

frank gets up, completely unashamed of the way his flimsy sleep pants are tenting out at the front.

mikey blushes, then, and looks away pointedly.

gerard can't help the laugh that bubbles up. "frank's right, mikey. i've seen you making out with people way too much."

mikey just scowls and heads into the kitchen.

frank is smiling at him when gerard catches his eye. "will you come to our show tonight? i can get you on the list."

gerard's plans for the night had been to head home and write until he fell asleep sometime around 3:00 am. he instantly trades them in for a new plan. "course i will. maybe we can come back here after and scandalous mikey some more."

frank laughs, giggle slightly manic, and he leans in to plant another kiss to gerard's mouth, fast but hard,"oh fuck, no doubt."

-the end-

*clutches fic to bosom*

[koncupiscence.livejournal.com]

i'm torn between endless keymash and endless harts, bc oh god oh god i looooove.

gerard immediately wants to lay back and let frank climb all over him forever, and is thinking about how to make that happen without having to take his tongue out of frank's mouth

yes yes yes, bc a) that is a lovely visual and b) i too would love to find a way to let frank climb all over me forever and ever.

"oh, fuck, gross."

"the fuck ever, mikeyway!" frank exclaims.

heeeeeeee, boys. :D :D i love it when the boys, esp the brothers way, gross each other out with their sexy tiems.

i'm going to read this again now. and again. and again. ♥ ♥

Re: *clutches fic to bosom*

[overloved.livejournal.com]

YAY!

i love you, krit. i would write so many stories for you.

Re: FIC TEIM NOW PART 2

[gabilady.livejournal.com]

I bet Mikey really says Gross!

Re: FIC TEIM NOW PART 2

[overloved.livejournal.com]

it's a pretty standard little brother response to seeing your big brother having any kind of sexual contact.