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brooklinegirl: Picture of Health
REC: They've been on tour for less than a week when Gerard sees Frank hook up. A fun and hot prequel to her wonderful 'In Sickness and In Health'. I love how Gerard is written, his complete obliviousness as to how he's really feeling about Frank is both hilarious and really endearing. And I have so much love for on-tour stories and this such a perfect example of why I do. (2013-06-16)
QUOTE: Gerard gets to his feet, and reaches down to haul Frank up when Frank holds up a hand. Frank stumbles into him a little, and he smells good again, like soap and cigarettes, instead of the sickly, sweaty smell he's had for days.
"Thanks," Frank says to him, then smiles brightly at Toro coming off the stage. "You did awesome."
Ray just shakes his head at Frank, sighing, but Frank doesn't stop grinning, and Ray doesn't say anything. No one ever does, really, Gerard thinks. It's not like they don't all know about it - it's not like Frank's subtle - but his hook-ups aren't anything they ever say anything about, not to his face.
Which is weird. They say anything they want to each other. Everything. They're family.
Gerard guesses you don't talk about hook-ups with family. Generally. He always did with Mikey, though, but both Frank and Ray tell him they're different than most brothers.
Frank's steady that night during the show, no big theatrics, no stage-diving or whatever, but he's good, he's solid, he's there. No puking.
Gerard sort of expects Frank to fall asleep in the dressing room after - he looks worn-out, circles under his eyes, hair soaked with sweat - but he showers in the communal washroom down the hall, and comes back in clean jeans, shrugging into a cardigan over his t-shirt, stripping his hair back from his face. "I feel like a new man," he says solemnly, then grins, bright and sudden. "Fuck being sick."
Ray eyes him from across the room. "What are you up to?" His tone is suspicious.
"Nothing!" Frank sounds indignant. "I'm just back to my usual self."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Ray says. (10,840 words)
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cuddling  activity:performing  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:UK  geography:Europe  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/OC(secondary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06 
june 2013 by turlough
brooklinegirl: And
REC: Gerard really likes the marks he leaves on Frank. A wonderfully hot and intense Project Revolution PWP. I love how inarticulate Frank makes Gerard. (2013-02-03)
QUOTE: Tonight Gerard comes off stage feeling too sweaty, too hot, and totally wrecked - they gave their fucking all out there. He's barely sidestage when Frank slams into him from behind, grabby hands clinging to Gerard's shoulders and sweaty hair up against his face.
"Yeah," Frank shouts forcefully, joyfully, over the bustle and noise of backstage, like an answer to something Gerard never asked. "Fuck, yeah." He says it decisively, and licks the sweat off Gerard's cheek.
He slides off of Gerard almost immediately to launch himself at Mikey, and Gerard's back feels cold, damp t-shirt and denim jacket clinging to him. Mikey hits the floor under the weight of Frank's tackle, the two of them knocking over a set of folding chairs that had been resting neatly against the wall with a giant clatter.
Ray and Bob step over the both of them, Ray grinning and Bob shaking his head, but Gerard stumbles getting around the chairs, long enough that Frank has a chance to grab onto his leg and start hauling himself off the ground. He's panting and grinning up at Gerard - he looks ridiculous, insane, but when he grabs onto the waist of Gerard's jeans, shoving his fingers inside as a handhold, Gerard can only bite his lip, hard, and reach down to tug Frank up off the ground.
"He's a menace," Mikey comments, pushing himself to his feet as soon as Frank is a safe distance away. "Can't you do something about him? Sedate him? Something?"
"*Something*?" Frank's stumbling along beside Gerard, smirking. Mikey rolls his eyes and heads down the crowded hall.
"Yeah," Gerard says, even though Mikey's too far away to hear. He shifts his grip on Frank so he's got him by the wrist. When he glances over, Frank's got a shifty, bright expression on his face. Gerard can feel Frank's wrist bones under his palm, and his pulse kicks up, sharp and sudden. "Yeah," he says again.
Frank just grins, leaning heavily up against Gerard's side, daring him.
Gerard is hesitating, looking down at him, his face so close, considering, when a door slams open down the hall and it's Brian - of course it's Brian.
"What are you doing?" Brian asks. "Stop it, Frank," he adds distractedly.
"I wasn't!" Frank says it on a giggle, like Gerard hadn't been just about to - (6,030 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/9107.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:performing  relationship:established  smut:fucking  smut:frottage  smut:rough.sex  smut:bruises  setting:on.tour  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02 
february 2013 by turlough
brooklinegirl: You Will Leave a Mark
REC: Gerard is twenty-two, drunk, lonely, and really, really needs to get out of the basement. A lovely and hurty and completely engrossing take on Gerard's life before the band began. It hurt to read this but the writing is so good and the way things play out is everything I like to see best in this kind of story. I'm a complete sucker for stories where the main protagonist manages to work things through and change their life for the better through their own efforts and that's very much what happens in this story. And I also really liked the way Gerard and Frank were written together. Their mutual fascination and how hot they are for each other. And the sex is scorching all through the story. (2012-12-09)
QUOTE: He shifted carefully, and his head exploded a little bit. He was concentrating on just breathing in and out through his mouth when Elena stopped and looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Got home late," he mumbled, and hopefully held out his own mug, which he had been clutching to his chest. Elena filled hers first, then sighed, and filled his as well.
Gerard stumbled to the table. He wanted to put his head down, but he wanted to drink his coffee more. He settled for propping his head up carefully on his hand while he drank.
He could smell himself. His hair smelled like whiskey. It made his stomach roll over.
Elena settled down across from him and lit a cigarette. The snap of the lighter seemed awfully loud. "Did you have a nice night?"
Gerard shrugged. "I went out."
"I can see that." She smoked quietly for a minute. The smell of the smoke made his stomach even more unhappy, even as it made him want one of his own real bad. He took the sunglasses off, tossed them on the table. His head throbbed from the sunlight piercing into his brain. She was watching him, and she looked sad.
"What?" he said tiredly. "What? Mikey's been telling me to go out, so I went out. Okay? I went out, and I met someone, and we -" Hooked up. "Hit it off." He scrubbed his hands over his face hard enough that he saw stars. "I did it, okay? What do you want from me?" He dropped his hands heavily into his lap.
She didn't say anything for a minute, just took another sip of coffee, then another drag of her cigarette. "I want you to be happy," she finally said, quietly.
He stared across the table at her. In the sunlight flooding in the kitchen windows, her skin looked almost translucent.
"Who did you meet?" she asked then, like asking about a hook-up was a completely normal conversation to be having with your grandson.
"His name is Frank," he told his coffee cup. "He -" Gerard stopped, because, well, fuck. He knew literally *nothing* about Frank other than that he was pretty, and short, and really good at sucking cock. "He seemed nice," he finished weakly, glancing up at her.
Elena was just looking at him, and it wasn't pity, exactly, in her eyes, but more like understanding. Like she knew exactly what had happened last night, and exactly how sad it was that that was the best Gerard had to offer.
He sat back in his chair and buried his face in his coffee again. "Fuck," he sighed. "I gotta get to work." He took a moment to gather himself.
"Gerard, listen to me." Elena got to her feet and came over, reaching for his hands and tugging him to his feet. He felt like a kid again, like when he was six and she would dance with him in the living room. She held his hands, her skin warm and dry like paper. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be something. I think you could be something great. You have it in you. I know you do." She pushed him back a little, studying him with her head tilted back, like he was a piece of art, and then moved his sweaty whiskey hair out of his eyes. "But you won't find it at the bottom of a bottle. Or moping alone in the basement." She pulled him forward into a hug. "I love you, kid."
He rested his cheek against the soft fabric of her bathrobe and shut his eyes tight against the light. (25,330 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/852974.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:art  condition:mental.illness  occupation:artist/designer  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:public.sex  smut:masturbation  setting:bar/club  setting:office  location:Way.basement  location:Cartoon.Network  time:pre-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix 
december 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Practice
REC: Frank and Gerard five months after the end of 'This Town is Wrong'. I loved getting another glimpse of their relationship and the way it's developing. Loved that everything wasn't sunshine and roses, that Gerard still had issues, but they're working on it and it's worth it. And the sex is scorchingly hot. (2012-12-02)
QUOTE: When Frank glanced over, Gerard had his phone out, and was texting with great concentration. Mikey, again, Frank had no doubt. Gerard had been acting like they were across the country from his brother, instead of a forty minute train ride. When Frank had texted Mikey last week, a little worried about Gerard's level of unhappiness, Mikey'd just texted back 'Gee doesn’t transition well' and then followed it up with a frowny face.
Frank had taken that to mean that this was pretty standard behavior for Gerard. He'd decided to tackle it in a couple of ways. First was to not let Gerard's absolute conviction that everything was going to crash and burn distract them from making this band thing happen. Which meant that he couldn't let himself feed into Gerard's doom-and-gloom spiral, which mostly boiled down to ignoring Gerard when he was doing nothing but making dire predictions.
Which was most of the time.
The second was involved figuring out when Gerard was doom-spiraling for the sake of doom-spiraling, and when Gerard really needed Frank to listen to him. That one was tougher. Frank was still figuring it out.
"Okay," Frank said, after he'd gotten the chord down three times in a row. Ray was beaming as he played it along with him the last time. "I think we gotta get home."
"No, that's cool," Ray said. "You did good tonight. I think we almost got this one. You too, Gee," he added. "Those vocals were amazing."
Gerard shrugged one shoulder, but he said, "Thanks, Ray." You couldn't be pissy with Ray, even if you were Gerard in a mood.
"I'm gonna hang here for a while." Ray was moving his fingers on the frets a little bit even as he said it, like he had an idea in his head that wanted to be made into music.
"Cool." Frank bumped fists with Ray, while Gerard went in for a hug like it was no big thing. Ray got his guitar out of the way just in time.
Half of Frank really, really wanted to stay, hang out, see what was going to come out of whatever Ray had going on in his head. The rest of him knew that Gerard was about half an hour from some sort of meltdown and getting him away from the creative process was the best thing Frank could do. (4,410 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/877274.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:music  occupation:musician  relationship:established  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-12  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Postscript
REC: The one where Frank suggests that Gerard waits for it. Totally fabulous extended PWP. I love the way Frank is written and the way his and Gerard's relationship work. It's so much fun and so hot. (2012-09-09)
QUOTE: "Did you jerk off?" They're standing there, an appropriate distance from one another, like they're just chatting, like this is nothing at all.
"Oh." Gerard's face softens immediately, his 'I get it' look. "No, Frankie, you asked me not to."
"*Told* you not to," Frank corrects him. His face gets hot all at once - a different sort of hot from the sweaty blast of heat from the sun onstage. It's all mixed up inside - Gerard not jerking off, because Frank said not to, and Gerard talking about it so easy, here in the middle of Warped, surrounded by sound and music, where anyone could hear.
Gerard opens his mouth, then shuts it, and nods. "You told me not to," he repeats, so softly Frank almost doesn't hear it.
"Don't," Frank says. "Still don't. I want you to wait. Can you wait?"
Gerard nods again, still with that soft, open expression on his face, sort of like he's enjoying this, enjoying Frank telling him what to do. Or what not to do. "I can wait."
"Good." Frank's heart is beating kind of wildly, but he's still standing there, at ease, like this is a normal conversation.
Gerard pulls his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and starts patting himself down, looking for a lighter. Frank's got one in his jeans pocket, but it takes him a minute to dig it out, he's so fucking hard in his jeans, Jesus *Christ*. He tosses it to Gerard, who lights his cigarette, and then fucking hands it over to Frank like he's his girlfriend, before lighting another one for himself.
Frank rolls his eyes at Gerard, but sucks in the smoke, watching Gerard. "Hotel night on Friday." That's three days from now. "Think you can wait that long?"
Gerard pauses with his cigarette in front of his mouth, smoke curling up around his face like he's in a scene from a black and white movie. "Yeah," he says, after a moment. "I can wait."
"Good." Frank's has to go. He has to get out of here. He's got, like, heat stroke, he thinks. The shade of the truck doesn't help with the temperature out here. He's gonna go back to the bus, lie down with a cold cloth over his face. Maybe another one over his dick. "Good," he says again, and it comes out sounding more sure of himself than he feels. "Friday. Okay."
He stumbles as he turns around, his feet getting in his way for no reason, but when he glances back at Gerard, Gerard's not laughing, he's just watching Frank with his bottom lip caught in his teeth, his cigarette still poised up by his face, like he's forgotten it.
Jesus Christ. It's gonna be a long three days. (12,710 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/870564.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  activity:performing  activity:cuddling  relationship:established  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:masturbation  smut:bunk.sex  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:orgasm.denial  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Twenty Percent Down
REC: The one where Frank convinces Gerard that they should buy a house. A delightful romp full of fluffy, happy fun, with a nice helping of really hot sex. I loved Frank's voice. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: "Why is she here?" Gerard asks out of the side of his mouth as he awkwardly stands in a closet.
"You need a realtor to get to see these places," Frank says reasonably, and gets into the closet with Gerard. It's really huge in here. Like, probably bigger than his first bedroom, and the shelves go about three feet over his head. He'd need a *stepladder* to get to his stuff. "She's got six places lined up to show us today."
The two of them stand there silently for a moment, gazing up at the shelves. "Do you like it?" Frank asks.
"It's a closet," Gerard shrugs.
"Not just the closet, the *house*."
"I don't know," Gerard hedges. "This is weird. It's like playing a video game. Like, 'what would you do if you could create a house.' It doesn't seem real."
"It's real." Frank had met with the bank and they're pre-qualified for a decent mortgage. A *really* decent mortgage. They don't care about Gerard's credit - he's been fine for years now, and for the older stuff they just wanted a couple of letters explaining what the issue had been, and how it's changed now. The big thing was the down payment and the words 'twenty percent down' went a long way, apparently. They're not married, but they're co-signers on the mortgage, and the realtor lady doesn't seem to be blinking an eye at the two of them spending kind of a long time in the closet.
Gerard looks at him with worried eyes. "No one's gonna let us buy a *house*, Frankie."
"They are." Frank loops his arms around Gerard's waist and looks at him. It feels - really fucking weirdly domestic. "I promise. I have the pre-qualification paperwork right here in my pocket."
"I don't even know exactly what that *means*," Gerard frets.
"It means it's fine." Frank kisses him. "It means we get to buy a house. I promise."
"I don't know." Gerard drags his feet as Frank tugs him out of the closet. "What if -" He bites his lip. "I mean, how do you know -"
"*There* you boys are!" Sheila, the realtor, exclaims, rounding the corner into the bedroom as they emerge from the closet. "Have you seen the studio space?" (7,510 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339108 & http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/847220.html )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:house.hunting  activity:moving  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  time:the.hiatus  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Sunday Best
REC: Gerard discovers that Frank sometimes wears panties. A lovely early-days story. Scorchingly hot and funny, but also evocative and thoughtful. I absolutely love the interplay between Frank and Gerard - their deep friendship and how open they are with each other and how willing to just go with what feels right. (2012-01-01)
QUOTE: Gerard obediently handed over the smoke, watching as Frank took a deep inhale, his chest rising with it, his t-shirt riding up a little over his belly as he held the smoke for a while. Gerard stared at the line where his jeans didn't quite meet the shirt. It was just skin, and in the dimness back here, residual light from the sliding door barely reaching them, Gerard couldn't see anything, not really.
He ran his fingers through Frank's hair distractedly, Frank's head heavy against his leg, a good, solid weight, making him feel like he was held down, tethered, safe. Frank took another hit before handing it over, and Gerard took it clumsily out of his fingers, still distracted. "Do you always wear panties?" he asked without thinking.
Frank choked out his lungful of smoke, half-sitting up as he tried to get his breath back.
Gerard patted his back. "Arms up," he suggested.
Frank put his arms up above his head, gasping and finally sucking in one lungful of air, then another, before collapsing back onto Gerard's leg. "What the fuck, Gee?" he choked out, but he was kind of grinning.
Gerard moved his jaw a little. Maybe this was one of those things he really should have thought about first. "I just - noticed. I mean." He stopped, looking down at Frank's face. He couldn't tell if Frank's cheeks were red because of choking, or something else. "I saw."
Frank was quiet. He took a quick drag then passed the joint to Gerard over his head. It was a tiny stump at this point, damp with Frank's spit, and Gerard thought about that as he took a hit, smoking up on weed and Frank.
"Not all the time." Frank was looking up at the sky as he said it, his eyelids heavy and drooping. "Don't you think you would have noticed before now?" He didn't sound mad or anything, just lazy and inquisitive.
Gerard thought about it. They spent a lot of time in the van. A *lot*. "Yeah." He would have noticed. "So just sometimes?"
Frank nodded slowly, the weight of his head shifting on Gerard's thigh. "Just sometimes." (6,710 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312211 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:crossdressing  concept:genderfuck  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-01  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2012 by turlough
brooklinegirl: In Sickness and In Health
REC: Frank has never let being sick stop him from hooking up on tour. This was so much fun. The dialogue is hilarious and I love the band interactions. And Frank and Gerard are so cute together, even when they're having superhot sex. Don't miss the prequel 'Picture of Health'. (2011-11-20)
QUOTE: "You didn't even *have* to kiss and tell. We could *watch it happen*. Everyone you hooked up with got sick right after. It was like we could chart your sex life by who was hacking up a lung."
Frank frowned. "I *could not* shake that flu," he muttered to himself. "That sucked."
"Didn't stop you from sticking your tongue in anyone's mouth who stood still long enough," Gerard pointed out mildly.
Frank lifted his chin, grinning. "I didn't say *that* part sucked."
"You almost brought down the tour!" Ray pointed his finger at Frank.
Frank grinned harder, unrepentant. "Nah," he said. "I didn't hook up that quickly. I'm usually good for a week or so after."
Ray raised one eyebrow. "So you took your *time* systematically infecting the tour."
"I'm an equal-opportunity hook-up, what can I say."
Gerard looked at him. "And you ask why you get pegged as the slutty one."
"I'm not slutty," Frank explained. "I'm *easy*. There's a difference."
"Is there?" Ray asked.
"Yes," Frank and Mikey said at the same time. [...]
Ray went back to his game. "But don't think I'm not gonna start charting your hook-ups. It's only a matter of time until the victim shows up."
"Can you not call my hook-ups *victims*?" Frank said.
"Also," he said later, when Gerard had him pinned against the wall in the back lounge. "It wasn't a hook-up."
"It's also been going on longer than two weeks," Gerard pointed out, sliding his thigh in between Frank's legs.
"Yep." Frank had his hands on Gerard's shoulders, and his head pushed back against the wall. "I'm a monogamous slut." (8,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312203 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  condition:illness  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  tour:2011.World.Contamination 
november 2011 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Lip Service
REC: Gerard never lets Frank fuck his mouth. Filthy, dirty, blowjob-fixated boys on tour. Very hot and I liked the way their relationship was written. (2011-04-24)
QUOTE: "God, Gerard, fuck, don't stop, don't *fucking* stop -" Frank's thrusting forward, hard, before he can stop himself, and Gerard's throat is tight and hot and - *ugh*.
Gerard pulls off entirely, and takes his hand away from Frank's cock, even, but Frank's panting and losing it anyway. He grabs his own cock and strokes himself off - he can't stop, he's so fucking close - and comes so hard he almost falls the fuck over, his whole body shaking with it. He's biting back moans the entire time and *still* making too much noise.
When he finally manages to open his eyes, Gerard is sitting back on his heels, looking up at Frank reproachfully, and wiping come off his face. He looks fucking *bitchy*.
"Sorry," Frank pants out. "I'm -"
"Fuck you." Gerard pushes himself to his feet and vengefully wipes his hand off hard down the side of Frank's last clean pair of jeans. "Fuck *you*, Frank." He crosses his arms, sulking, but Frank is so wrung-out and sated all he can do is giggle a little.
Gerard frowns harder. "You're getting me fucking tea with honey," he says. "And you're doing it right fucking now." He does his little diva-throat-clearing thing, touching one hand to his throat dramatically and wincing. "I have to *sing*." (6,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312227 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
april 2011 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Making Of
REC: Frank on the set of Na Na Na. This is a wonderful story. I love this Frank and the way he and Gerard are so relaxed and comfortable together. Gerard knowing exactly what to do to ground Frank in the here and now and Frank's phone conversation with Jamia at the end, both show how well they all fit together. There's so much joy and sunshine and happiness in this story. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Gerard pulls back, but he doesn't let go. "Frankie," he says, his voice soft and delighted, in a way that Frank's never heard anyone say anything except for Gerard. "Frankie, how great is this?"
"So great," Frank breathes, staring up at him. He's on his toes, he realizes suddenly, pressed against the wall, his head still angled for Gerard's kiss. His phone buzzes, insistent, in his pocket, trapped between the two of them. Gerard kisses him again, quick and soft this time, stepping back as Frank falls back to the flat of his boots with a thump. He fishes the phone out of his pocket, and he's got a picture text loading.
"Ooh, it's Jamia," Gerard says, looking at Frank's phone over his shoulder, like it would never occur to him Frank would get a text he wouldn't want to share. "Oh my god, Frankie, your *girls*."
Because it is - his girls, his babies. Lily is wailing, pissed off, her face bright red, and Cherry is looking petulant and put-out, her hands in fists up by her face. It's hysterical, both of them so angry, and the note on the picture message is, 'The girls say What Up, Daddy'.
Frank feels his face melting into that gooey, terrible, awful, unstoppable dad-face, and when he glances up, his cheeks hot, Gerard is looking at the phone with nearly the same expression. "Oh man," he says. "Look at those faces. They will *cut* you. They will *fuck you up*." (4,630 words)
(also at http://brooklinegirl.livejournal.com/788825.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/312234 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:film.making  beings:Grant.Morrison  things:Gerard's.red.hair  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  setting:desert  time:Danger.Days.promo  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia/Lindsey(secondary)  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2011 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Hang On To Yourself
REC: Teenaged Gerard in his basement listening to Bowie and putting on makeup. A wonderful story that's not only scorchingly hot but also has a totally fabulous Gerard. The way he's discovering himself is fascinating. I also love all the visual and tactile descriptions, they make the story feel so lush and sensual. (2011-01-02)
QUOTE: He turned around then, and slid aside the sheet that was the doorway to his closet. Elena's old fur jacket - gray, thick, heavy in a way nothing in the stores today was - hung there. She'd let him have it after seeing him eye it in her closet for months. Elena got him like no one else did - she'd just arched one eyebrow and pulled it out, handing it to him with a smile.
He didn't know what it was about it, but oh man. He loved the heft it. He loved the ruffle of fur against his skin. He'd been thinking about it in the weeks since she'd given it to him, but this was his first time actually putting it on.
He slipped into it, the lining sliding smooth over his skin, giving him goosebumps and sending a shudder down his spine. The fur brushed his neck, his cheeks, his wrists, and as he turned back to the mirror, he realized with a start that he was half-hard and hadn't even noticed it. He swallowed nervously, shifting his stance, but his cock felt kind of good and heavy in his jeans. He tilted his head a little to the left before reaching up and popping the collar of the jacket.
Oh man. He looked *fantastic*.
He was breathing faster now, and when he bit his lip, he tasted berry. He palmed the front of his jeans, where his cock was pressing up against the zipper, and swallowed a moan - it felt so *good*. He looked at himself again, at his dark eyes in the mirror, at how the paleness of his chest looked right, now, looked soft and different in the shadow of the jacket. He let his fingers run over the hard outline of his cock in his jeans and he leaned in, pressing his other hand against the wall next to the mirror. God. Just the light touch of his fingers against his jeans was such a fucking tease.
He took a breath, watching in the mirror how his hair shifted when he let his breath out hard. He hesitated with his fingertips on his cock, then cupped himself, hard and firm, and oh god, oh *god*, yeah, *that*. He wanted *more*.
The song switched and Gerard leaned over, turned it up louder, so all he could hear was Bowie - no cars passing by outside, none of the creaking of the house. Just this, just the music.
He leaned closer to the mirror, bracing himself against the wall and making these choked gasping noises as he watched his own reflection. His knees were shaking. He couldn't take this. It was exactly what he fucking wanted. Everything felt like too much - the fur against his wrists, the denim against his waist, the slick slide of his lips as he pressed them together to bite back a moan. (2,280 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312242 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:crossdressing  concept:genderfuck  beings:teenagers  things:fur.coat  things:makeup  things:mirrors  smut:masturbation  smut:exhibitionism  smut:narcissism  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-12  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2011 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Zero Privacy
REC: There's no privacy on tour and far too long to the next hotel night. I really liked this. It's hot and dirty and messy at the same time as it's adorably sweet. You can really see how completely head-over-heels in love with each other they are and how this feeds their attraction and impatience. (2010-10-31)
QUOTE: Gerard's hard and horny *all the time*. This is fucking torture. Excellent, hot, fucking fantastic torture, but if he doesn't get a night alone with Frank soon, he's going to die.
"You're not going to die," Frank says against his lips. "You'll just get blue balls." Frank has both hands up under Gerard's shirt, pressing hot against his skin. They're in the backseat of someone's car - Gerard hadn't been listening when Frank told him who, all he knows is that Frank had gotten someone's keys somehow and that the car is parked in the very back of a lot, under a streetlight that's out.
It's stupid and dangerous and Gerard doesn't fucking care. He'd slid into the backseat and tugged Frank in after him, kissing him before he'd even gotten the door fully closed. They're still sitting up, which is a fucking waste of time in Gerard's opinion, and he shifts on the seat until he's on his back, his head pressed against the hard plastic of the door but he doesn't care, he does not fucking *care*.
Frank crawls on top of him. "God," he says, his voice low and so fucking hot it sends a shudder through Gerard's entire body. "Jesus, Gerard, come on, fucking -" He trails off with a small whimper as he settles down against Gerard. Their legs are tangled up in each other, and neither one of them can stop shifting, stop moving against each other. They're both hard - fuck, Gerard can feel Frank's cock against his hip, and he just wants him so fucking much he can't take it.
"Frank," he says, his voice desperate. "Oh fucking just -" They don't have time, they don't have *time*. Even here, in the quiet darkness of the car, anyone could find them, anyone could come looking for them, and they have to make the most of their fucking time together. If Gerard doesn't get his hands on Frank, doesn't get his mouth on Frank's cock, he *is*, in fact, going to die of blue balls. "Come here, fuck, god, Frank, come here, I need, I want -"
He's babbling and he can't stop. Frank - thank fucking god - Frank is right there with him. (16,300 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312253 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  relationship:established  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:rimming  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: A Matter of Logistics
REC: High school AU where Frank wants Gerard to tell him about the logistics of going down on girls. This is awesome. Hilariously funny and so very hot. I love how this Frank and Gerard are just slightly larger than life but still so very believable. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Ray, sort of spinning back and forth in the half-broken desk chair by the desk (the back tended to fall off), laughed. "Gerard's right, dude," he said, grinning at Frank. "If your eyelashes don't end up sticky, you're doing something wrong."
Gerard looked at Frank. "Your eyelashes don't always end up sticky?" he said, still sounding surprised.
Frank blinked, confused. Wait. What did Gerard know about it? "I - well, no, not - I mean -"
Gerard stopped pouting at Mikey for not wanting to *so completely overshare* with his brother, and sighed. "Mine do, every time." He wiped one thumb over his eye now, like he was remembering or something. "It can be distracting," he said.
Wait. "Wait." Frank sat up as best he could on the beanbag. He looked at Gerard, then at Mikey, who looked really focused on the back issue of Doom Patrol on his lap, then at Ray - who shrugged and widened his eyes - and then back at Gerard. "You mean you -"
"Besides," Gerard said thoughtfully, sitting up now, and letting his sketch pad slide off his lap. "It *tastes* different, when a girl comes. You can totally tell."
Frank was staring. His mouth was open, too, but he couldn’t quite get himself together here. If ever in the world there was someone who he was pretty sure got less action than Frank, it had to be - *had to be* - Gerard. "Wait," he said again. "I mean - listen. How many girls have you gone down on?"
"Oh." Gerard fiddled with his pencil again, slouching back down on the bed and pulling his sketch pad close again. "Some. I mean -" He drew a little bit, then leaned back, studying the pad with a critical eye. "A few." He looked up.
Frank was staring at him, waiting, and he made a violent, 'well, elaborate on this turn of events, please!' motion with his arm. Ray was paying pretty close attention, too. Mikey had laid down on the floor and had his eyes shut again. (6,540 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311788 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  things:memories  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  smut:masturbation  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/OC(past)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: This Town is Wrong
REC: Frank is in high school and Gerard in college, neither of them is doing what they really want. A gorgeous story that is just as much about Frank's growth from teenager to adult as it is about his and Gerard's relationship. The characterisations are absolutely fabulous and so are the sex scenes. The energy and the passion and the urgency makes those breathtaking to read. And the ending is beautiful, so full of love and hope. (Don't miss the small timestamp/coda 'Practice'!) (2010-07-25)
QUOTE: There's a crackle on the line as Gerard exhales smoke into the phone and Frank takes a drag on his own cigarette. "And having a place to work is cool, it really is." Only - Gerard sounds, like, bummed or something. "Hey, so, why'd you call?" he asks abruptly, and Frank feels himself fucking blushing like a kid.
"I just -" 'Thought you were hot! Want to blow you!' his brain not-so-helpfully supplies. "Wanted to ask you - I mean, because you sort of seemed interested, or whatever, and I liked that picture you had at the gallery, and I was just thinking that - I don't know many artists, and you are one, so maybe you might be able to give me some ideas for my next tattoo? Or something," Frank ends nervously. He sounds like a crazy person even to his own ears.
"Oh, man, that would be so totally cool!" Gerard says immediately, like Frank is, in fact, not a crazy person. "I would love that."
"You're not too busy or anything?" Frank says.
"Nah, not at all - well, I mean, yeah, but I need a fucking break from this project." Gerard sighs. "It'll get done, but I've sort of drawn myself into a corner here, and anything to get my mind off of it sounds awesome."
"Great," Frank says happily. He sounds like a dork. He is a dork. He doesn’t care. He just, like, commissioned an actual artist to draw him a tattoo design.
"But, uh, hey," Gerard says. "It sort of really matters, like, where it's going to go? And how it's gonna look with your other pieces?"
"Oh," Frank says. "I guess?" He totally doesn't plan ahead with his tattoos, and they really kind of don't go together. He's not against the idea, his brain just doesn't work like that.
"So you should come over." Gerard pauses. "So we can figure that out." He sucks in some more smoke and lets it out into the phone, and Frank closes his eyes, because wow, wow, okay, smoke exhalation, kink he didn't know he had. "Or whatever," Gerard says, and he sounds nervous, maybe because Frank hasn't said anything.
"Yes." Frank swallows and tries to sound normal. "Yeah, yes, that'd be cool. Whenever."
"Now?" Gerard says tentatively. "I mean, if you want?"
"I want," Frank says like a doofus. "I mean." He coughs. "Yeah, sure, I can borrow my mom's car."
"Cool," Gerard says happily, and makes sure Frank has the address. They hang up and Frank has to sort of circle himself around his room four or five or six times like an excited puppy to work out all the jitters he's having. Gerard is going to work on a tattoo for him. That's all. It's pretty cool, to have an honest-to-god artist work on a tattoo for a guy like Frank, but still, that's all there is to it, and Frank needs to keep that in mind so he doesn't make a fool of himself when he goes over there.
He's cool. It's cool. He'll wait a half hour and then head over so he doesn't look too anxious. Right. Exactly. He lies down on his bed, and tucks his hands behind his head and looks at the ceiling for a while.
He makes it six minutes before he's out the door. Close enough. (37,420 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312280 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:art  concept:music  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  things:tattoos  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  setting:art.gallery/studio  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-07  recced:2010-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
july 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Raspberry Swirl
REC: The one where *everyone* is turned into a girl and Gerard and Frank have a lot of sex. This story was sweet and funny and adorable. I really liked this Gerard, always overthinking everything, and this Frank was so wonderfully direct and shameless. (2010-05-02)
QUOTE: They'd all had a few hours to get used to it, and even Frank had dragged himself into the lounge area of the bunk a few minutes earlier. He looked weirdly like himself, his hair all over the place, his cheek still showing the marks of where it had been pressed against the pillow. He was wearing the same t-shirt and boxers he'd slept in, loose and worn, and if it wasn't for the fact that his breasts were pushing forward against the thin material of the t-shirt, his nipples hard and obvious, you'd barely know the difference.
Frank had a kind of girly face all along, too, Gerard thought. It was something about pretty guys that made the change more subtle.
"Coffee?" Frank asked sleepily when he dragged his way into the lounge. "I've already jerked off - or, I don't know, stroked off, whatever - three times, you guys. This is kind of awesome."
"What?" Frank said, curling up in the corner of the couch as they all gave him various *looks*. He looked both tired and satisfied. "You guys *haven't*?"
"Well," Gerard looked around at the room. Bob and Ray were avoiding eye contact. "Not *yet*."
Frank nodded. "You gotta try it," he said. "It's *awesome*."
The coffee was nearly done and Gerard started pouring himself a cup when Mikey came out of the back, having taken a shower and gotten cleaned up. "Jesus Christ," Gerard said, staring until he over-filled his mug and burned his hand. He jerked his hand away, shoving his burned fingers into his mouth. "Mikey." (16,550 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/312272 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.sex  concept:genderfuck  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-03  recced:2010-05  !meta:rec:fic  smut:lesbian.sex  +length:medium.10k-20k  smut:sex.toys  fic:category:femslash  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary) 
may 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: One Hundred Percent (Almost. Maybe.)
REC: The one where Frank is really sick and has an epiphany. This was so much fun and so adorable. I loved the way Frank and Gerard's relationship were written, how easy and comfortable they were together, and how well the story captured how awful it feels to be that sick. (2010-01-10)
QUOTE: Gerard turned around sitting down on the floor against the sofa, his head near Frank's. Gerard's hair was soaked with sweat. So was his jacket. He had a pack of cigarettes in his hand and was turning the pack over and over against his knee. "You're an idiot," he said.
"I know," Frank said miserably into his hood, but he could hear the sort of fond tone in Gerard's voice, which made him feel a little less horrible. Still, he was dying. He could admit to his idiocy. A last-rites sort of thing.
"You're going to be so much sicker than you already were." Gerard had tilted his head to look at Frank over his shoulder.
Frank looked back. His head hurt. His *eyes* hurt. "I know."
Gerard pressed one hand to his shoulder as he got up.
"Ow," Frank said softly, letting his eyes close again.
"Brian," he heard Gerard saying. "We've got to get Frank back to the hotel, like, now, okay?"
"Car's already on its way around." Brian's voice was calm - this was nowhere near the first time Frank had been laid low after a show before - but Frank heard him asking Gerard in a low tone if a doctor was something to think about. Which, no, it wasn't, it so wasn't, because Frank wasn't even coughing (yet, but he could feel the tightness in his chest that preceded it, Jesus God, just kill him now), and it was really just a cold, and if he could open his eyes, he'd tell Brian that himself.
Gerard was doing it for him, the quiet, calming tone of, "Nah, he's okay, he's Frank. He's good at being sick."
Frank half-smiled against the gross couch. He *was* good at being sick. At least Gerard got that part. He loved Gerard. Until Gerard came to haul him up from the couch, and oh man, oh Christ, that hurt, he fucking *hurt*, all over. "You gonna hurl?" he heard Gerard ask quietly, close to his ear and - no, Frank shook his head. "No, 'm good," he said, and he wasn't going to, he just bit his lip hard and held on to Gerard until the room stopped spinning.
"Let's go," Frank heard, and maybe Gerard was talking to him, or to Brian, or to the rest of the guys, but Frank just grimly moved his feet forward and went where Gerard led him. (11,460 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311793 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Pretty, Reckless
REC: Brian has strong opinions about Gerard going outside in drag. This was both scorchingly hot and very sweet and funny. The character dynamics were fabulous and I totally loved this adorkably oblivious Gerard. (2009-12-06)
QUOTE: Brian wasn't yelling, because Brian never yelled. His voice just got scary-soft when he was pissed off or something. "Look at yourself. I can't -"
Gerard glanced down, to where the fabric of the skirt pulled tight over his hips, to where it was almost but not entirely - no matter how hard he'd tried - hiding the bulge between his legs. He still thought he looked good. He'd worn stockings and everything. "What?" he said, confused.
Brian stared at him, his eyes wide and desperate, and even then it took until he moved forward and put his hands on Gerard's hips for the penny to drop. Oh. Oh. Gerard was a fucking idiot. "Oh." He shifted his hips a little against Brian's hands, just to test it. Brian's grasp tightened, but he didn't drop his gaze from Gerard's eyes. "Oh," Gerard breathed. "You *like* me like this."
"Yes, Gerard," and this time Brian was using his patronizing voice, a little. Not that Gerard could particularly blame him right now. "I fucking like you like this."
And - well - gender politics or no, Gerard liked the look in Brian's eyes. He liked how firm Brian's hands felt on his hips, and he liked his sudden realization that something as simple as putting on a skirt made Brian push past all the 'couldn't shouldn't wouldn't' boundaries that he'd apparently been holding onto for so long. Gerard fucking liked that. It felt fucking *dirty*.
"I - okay," he said, and they weren't touching anywhere except Brian's fingers against his hips, but Gerard rolled his hips forward, where he was standing in his stocking feet, his too-tall high heels pushed aside next to the door, and Brian groaned low in his throat. "Brian," Gerard said softly, ghosting one hand up over the tattoo on the side of Brian's neck. (3,850 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311785 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:crossdressing  concept:genderfuck  occupation:manager  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP 
december 2009 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Whatever I Want (Whatever That Is)
REC: Frank keeps walking in on Gerard having sex. This was so much fun and so hot. Poor, frustrated Frank :-) (2009-12-06)
QUOTE: Jesus. Frank couldn't take his eyes away, but he knew he shouldn't be watching - Gerard had pointed that out after the incident with the merch girl, Jo - a gentle reminder that all aspects of sex should be with the consent of all parties involved, and standing there and watching without an invite wasn't cool.
Whatever. Frank didn't need to be seeing this anyway. He pulled back around the corner of the bus, and took a second to gather himself, pressing his temple to the cool metal of the bus and just breathing. The thing was, Gerard wasn't quiet, so Frank could hear his moan from here. And Frank knew that Gerard *thought* he was stealth when he was jerking off, but how he'd get lost in it - how Frank fucking knew, from touring in the bus, and the van - the *sound* Gerard made when he crossed the line from just having some personal funtimes to really getting ramped up, getting close. Gerard would get lost in it and forget about everything else - privacy, quiet, the complete fucking lack of personal space in the bus.
So yeah, Frank knew what that moan meant. Deep in Gerard's throat, breathless - it meant that Gerard was getting close. Frank didn't want to look - he refused to. He just shut his eyes tight, but fuck, that made it worse. All he could hear was the wet slip-slide of Gerard's cock into the guy's mouth, and Gerard groaning, then fucking *whimpering* as the guy apparently did something really fucking good with his tongue, and then Gerard was saying, "Fuck, you've got to - I'm going to - I'm close, I'm *close* -"
Frank was holding his breath and listening way too hard for the noise Gerard made when he came, backed up by the quiet, obscene sound of the guy's hand sliding wetly over his cock.
Jesus Christ. Frank was rock-hard in his jeans, and he pressed the heel of his hand against his erection, biting his lip hard to keep from making a sound. (9,450 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311781 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:stagegay  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:voyeurism  smut:exhibitionism  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:on.tour  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Frank  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  smut:het.sex  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
brooklinegirl: Backstage
REC: A scorchingly hot after-the-show PWP. I really liked the happy, almost exuberant mood of this. (2009-11-08)
QUOTE: He gives a long hallway a shot - door locked, door locked, supply closet, *score*, dressing room! He slips inside quickly and - oh.
Gerard is there. Gerard is - Gerard is saying, fiercely, "Shut the door."
Which Frank does, dumbly, behind him, not thinking till after it already latches that maybe Gerard hadn't meant 'come in'. But he's in, and his back is against the door, partly because his knees are maybe a little weak, but partly to make sure it *stays shut* against anyone else looking for a shower or a couch or a quiet place to... do what Gerard is doing.
Frank presses harder against the door. Gerard has his tight black jeans shoved down his thighs. He has his cock in his hand, and he is braced back against the counter that runs below the mirror along the wall. And he's jerking himself off - he'd barely even paused when Frank had stumbled into the room. He's sweaty - his thin t-shirt is soaked with it - and his hair is in his face, only falling forward again each time he tosses it back. He's still wearing his fucking *jacket*, the worn leather creaking a little bit with the movements of his hand.
Frank can't stop staring. He can't even process this in his fucking *brain*.
Gerard doesn't stop moving his hand, stroking it up and down, his thumb cocked out to one side, sliding against the head of his cock hard each time he goes up. He's panting, his mouth open and wet, like there's not enough air in the room.
Which maybe there isn't, because Frank can't breathe right, either. Frank is maybe losing his fucking *mind* here. (2,030 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/311765 )
author:brooklinegirl  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:masturbation  smut:voyeurism  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2009-11  recced:2009-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2009 by turlough

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!!FAVOURITE.FIC  !meta:author  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  +length:medium.5k-10k  +length:medium.10k-20k  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:crossdressing  activity:cuddling  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:film.making  activity:house.hunting  activity:moving  activity:performing  activity:transformation.sex  author:brooklinegirl  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:teenagers  challenge:2011.No.Tags  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  challenge:2012.BRBB  challenge:2012.No.Tags  challenge:2013.No.Tags  concept:art  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:genderfuck  concept:music  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  concept:stagegay  condition:illness  condition:mental.illness  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:femslash  fic:category:gen  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  fic:source:fanmix  geography:Europe  geography:UK  geography:US:California  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  location:Cartoon.Network  location:Way.basement  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:manager  occupation:musician  occupation:student.college  occupation:student.high.school  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/OC(past)  pairing:Frank/OC(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/OC(past)  pairing:Gerard/OC(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  posted:2009-11  posted:2009-12  posted:2010-01  posted:2010-03  posted:2010-07  posted:2010-10  posted:2010-12  posted:2011-01  posted:2011-11  posted:2011-12  posted:2012-02  posted:2012-03  posted:2012-08  posted:2012-10  posted:2013-01  posted:2013-06  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  recced:2009-11  recced:2009-12  recced:2010-01  recced:2010-05  recced:2010-07  recced:2010-08  recced:2010-10  recced:2011-01  recced:2011-04  recced:2011-11  recced:2012-01  recced:2012-02  recced:2012-09  recced:2012-12  recced:2013-02  recced:2013-06  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  relationship:UST  setting:art.gallery/studio  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  setting:high.school  setting:office  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  smut:blowjob  smut:bruises  smut:bunk.sex  smut:exhibitionism  smut:finger.fucking  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:het.sex  smut:lesbian.sex  smut:masturbation  smut:narcissism  smut:orgasm.denial  smut:public.sex  smut:rimming  smut:rough.sex  smut:sex.toys  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:voyeurism  things:fur.coat  things:Gerard's.red.hair  things:makeup  things:memories  things:mirrors  things:tattoos  time:Danger.Days.promo  time:early.days  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  tour:2005.Warped  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  tour:2010.World.Contamination  tour:2011.World.Contamination  universe:Danger.Days 

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