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quarterturn) wrote2009-03-21 01:03 pm
quarterturn) wrote2009-03-21 01:03 pm
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I am in this mood today. I sort of want to burst into tears and rip someone's head off, not necessarily in that order. It's one of those days where I just really want to ignore everyone and everything, watch cheesy 80s movies and read fluffy fic, but I can't. :/ The birds outside are being ridiculously loud and cheerful, and they should probably just eff off.
On the upside, there's a pretty good chance I'm going to see Empires and TAI next month with my sister. Bill Beckett, prepare to be my eyecandy. >:) I don't know how many of you are close enough that you might be attending the same show, but if you think you might be able to get to the Iowa City show at the Picador on the...18th, I think? Let me know, maybe we can ogle Bill Beckett together.
Because I should definitely be working on my BBB, but I can't resist:
Give me a pairing and a number. I will then use iTunes to connect that number to a song.
I'm better with MCR, Panic, and FOB in that order, but I'm willing to try TAI, Cobras, Empires and crossover pairings.
On the upside, there's a pretty good chance I'm going to see Empires and TAI next month with my sister. Bill Beckett, prepare to be my eyecandy. >:) I don't know how many of you are close enough that you might be attending the same show, but if you think you might be able to get to the Iowa City show at the Picador on the...18th, I think? Let me know, maybe we can ogle Bill Beckett together.
Because I should definitely be working on my BBB, but I can't resist:
Give me a pairing and a number. I will then use iTunes to connect that number to a song.
I'm better with MCR, Panic, and FOB in that order, but I'm willing to try TAI, Cobras, Empires and crossover pairings.
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sorry you feel like that... did anything happen or it's just a random feeling?
hope you'll feel better soon! :)
OMG Dean/Sam of course and 6!!! :D
*hugs*
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I'll do my best! :D
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I feel the same way, Jess. I've been crying for a bit and now I just want to curl up in bed and eat junk food in front of a shitty horror movie.
*snuggles*
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:((( If there wasn't an ocean between us, I'd come pick you up and we'd eat massive amounts of chocolate together and watch LOTMS and cuddle. ♥
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I've been writing a fic where they are BFFs and I would love to see them engaged in something more...sexual.
I would love to eat chocolate and watch LOTMS with you. And I'm a big fan of cuddles.
*CUDDLES*
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Hmm, 34, Brendon/Spencer?
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brendon/ryan, 415?
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Does Gabe/Patrick work for you? There's seriously not enough of that pairing. :(
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I've never written it before, but I'll give it a shot! :D
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"Paaaaatrick," Gabe yawns, heaving his feet up onto the soundboard and crossing his legs at the ankles. "It's late. Everyone else is at home. Why are we not at home?"
Patrick flips a switch and turns a knob, pretending really hard that the headphones over his ears are preventing him from hearing anything. Unfortunately, he can't really pretend that Gabe's feet aren't in his way, so he knocks them to the side and raises a tuning bar.
Gabe puts them in Patrick's lap instead.
"I admire your dedication, but seriously. Patrick. Look at me. I'm wasting away over here. I need sustenance."
Patrick sighs and takes his headphones off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Half an hour. Thirty minutes and I'll have this track done, and then we can leave." He drops his hands to his lap, one curling around Gabe's ankle. His thumb brushes the small bump on the inside of Gabe's foot, the bone that protrudes there, and Gabe jerks a little.
"You mean you can leave, papi. I could've gone home two hours ago, been in bed an hour and a half ago, dreaming about your pretty eyes by now." Gabe gives him a wicked grin, and Patrick's hand tightens around his ankle. He's used to the constant flirting, got broken in by Pete and has worked through a steady supply of Decaydance extroverts. He's good at rolling with it and keeping it fun, and he's even better at nipping it in the bud when it seems like it might get serious. He's not great at figuring out what to do about it when he's actually interested. Mostly he's been trying different combinations of avoid/ignore/go home and jerk off and hope he gets it out of his system. So far, none of his combinations have worked.
"Feel free. I think I've got what I need from you." Patrick lets go of Gabe's ankle to refocus his attention on the mixing board, but Gabe drops his feet and leans forward, the movement so smooth and quick Patrick's reminded of a snake striking. It's a pretty hilarious connection to make, given that it's Gabe.
"I wouldn't be so quick to say that," Gabe murmurs, voice low and throaty. Patrick wants to say, Don't do that, you need to keep your voice fresh,, Don't do that, you sound ridiculous,, but his tongue feels thick in his mouth. He's glad, because he's pretty sure if his tongue was working he'd just say Keep talking.
Gabe doesn't need the encouragement, though, just leans in closer and says something in Spanish that sounds vaguely dirty. Patrick doesn't concentrate on trying to figure out the words, just lets his eyes drift shut while Gabe mouths at the corner of his jaw, while Gabe turns his chair and pushes Patrick's legs apart, slithering between them. Even on his knees Gabe's face-to-face with Patrick, and Patrick opens his eyes just in time to notice it before Gabe's moving down.
"Gabe..." Patrick whispers, because suddenly he's not Patrick-Stump-the-producer or Patrick-Stump-the-whiz-kid or even Patrick-Stump-Pete's-friend, he's Patrick-in-a-chair-with-Gabe-Saporta-on-his-knees-for-him, and this is new territory.
Gabe's hands span Patrick's thighs, thumb hooking over the seam on the inside, fingers curling around and almost touching the one on the outside. He slides them down, palms dragging across the denim of Patrick's jeans, until they slide right off the curve of Patrick's knees, and then he pushes them back up, harder, rougher. By the time he gets to the vee of Patrick's thighs, Patrick's breathing heavy, staring down his nose at Gabe, trying to convince his brain to get with the program and come up with an excuse. All he can think about is the pink tip of Gabe's tongue, flicking against the stark white of his teeth as he grins, the heavy grip of Gabe's hands on his thighs and then the ease of pressure as Gabe moves to undo Patrick's jeans.
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"Consider this a perk of working together," he says, not letting Patrick's grip impede his progress. He flicks open the button on Patrick's pants and wrenches the zipper down all in one motion, and then his hand's inside, palming Patrick's dick.
Patrick drops his head down, exhaling heavily through his nose, and tries to ignore the yes yes oh god yes harder running through his head. He shifts, trying to dislodge Gabe's hand, but it just creates a little friction, and he's moaning before he knows what he's doing. "You offer these sort of perks to everyone you work with?"
Gabe curls his hand, stroking Patrick through the fabric of his underwear, and grins. "You should ask my band about my incentive program some time."
Patrick doesn't intentionally conjure up the image of Gabe and his band, but it's there anyway, in vivid detail, and suddenly he's rocking up into Gabe's hand, using his grip on Gabe's wrist to urge him on. "A-All of them?" The air's too stuffy in the small room, too hot, and Patrick feels like he can't get enough of it into his lungs. Gabe doesn't look bothered, that self-satisfied grin still in place while he jerks Patrick off, refusing to let him set the pace.
"I'm a persuasive motherfucker, Patrick."
Patrick doesn't deny it. "Tell me about it," he grits out, letting go of Gabe's wrist so he can grip the arms of his chair until his knuckles go white. Gabe lets go long enough to push his hand down Patrick's underwear, wrap his long fingers around Patrick's dick, and tug.
"About me being a persuasive motherfucker? I was at the studio one night with this fucking gorgeous producer, always wore a hat-"
Patrick bucks up against Gabe's hand and says evenly, "Tell me about your band."
Gabe's grin turns wicked, and he flicks his thumb over the head of Patrick's dick. Patrick shudders, and Gabe starts quietly. "Nate looks fucking beautiful bent over a table. He likes it when we take turns, when we fuck him until his knees buckle. But he likes Victoria best."
Patrick can't catch his breath. His chest feels too tight, his head's spinning, and Gabe's hand just keeps tightening, keeps working his dick with slow, steady strokes that aren't enough. "Vicky-T fucks him?" he finally gasps out.
"Like a pro. She's got this harness, big monster of a cock, and she fucks him until he begs to come."
Patrick's hands are sweaty where he's gripping the chair, and they keep sliding, rough plastic scraping his palms. "Does she fuck you?"
Gabe twists his wrist and Patrick whimpers. "Only when I ask nicely."
Patrick bites down hard on his lip and the pain barely keeps him from coming right there. "Keep going," he grates out, voice so raw he barely recognizes it. It sounds like Pete used to after an Arma show.
"Ryland and Alex like to take their time. They like it when we watch them. We have a whole cabinet full of tapes of just the two of them, fucking for hours."
Patrick doesn't mean to, doesn't even know he's doing it until he is, but suddenly he's got his hand over Gabe's wrist again, squeezing so hard it's got to hurt, forcing him to move faster. Gabe obliges, his fist sliding over Patrick's dick and twisting on the upstroke. Patrick's hunched over, his whole body shaking with the need to come, when Gabe says, "They want me to bring you home tonight."
Patrick comes so hard he can't see, vision blurring around the edges as the first wave hits him and totally blacking out as Gabe strokes him through it.
He slumps down in the chair and lets Gabe wipe his sticky hand on Patrick's jeans, lets him nuzzle up against Patrick's cheek, and when he can finally see straight again, Gabe says, "Has it been half an hour yet?"
Patrick zips himself up, powers down the board, and lets Gabe lead the way out.
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ILUBB.
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ILU2BB.
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HAY IF YOU WANNA, Frank/Mikey: 123.
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Frank/Mikey! \o/
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I hope that you're definitely able to see tai and empires. I'm sure it will be an awesome show ♥
Also, how about Patrick/Joe and 235?
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I hope so, too! I've been wanting to see TAI for a while now, but it just never worked out. I'm kind of glad I waited!
Will give it my best shot! :D
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Empires and TAI! That's awesome. I hope it works out! If I was anywhere near those concerts I would definitely be going.
Is Ryan/Brendon 99 okay?
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Hmm, how about Pete/Patrick 426?
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and obvs i'm picking dean/castiel. :) and the number 16. <3333
shannon
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omfg...and eyefuck the hell out of Beckett for me, bb. He is my new obsession. Take ample notes on his hair
and those pretty little hips of his.WOT? WHO TYPED THAT?
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If you still want prompts: Frank/Gerard, 431.
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*huggles*
Ryan/Spencer? 88. (I dunno... They, as a pair, are invading my brain.)
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*hugs* feel better bb, seriously. or else this guy is going to make some srs damage to the universe
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patrick/gerard; 66
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EMPIRES AND TAI! \o/
Also, om nom nom fic by Jess!