Hi.

[schmerica]

I am making a list of reasons today is, in fact, secretly a good day. It includes things like "I have Coke to drink" and "Gerard Way exists" and "I got to talk to my fox1013 last night" and "My mommy sent me a package that not only included the Edward Gorey book I left at home but also a really pretty new skirt and corduroy messenger bag she bought for me" and "One of my housemates was incredibly nice and helpful beyond what I could expect" and "I finally figured out how to do the household chore it is my turn to perform after wandering into the room and staring blankly for two days" and "Even when things really suck, I have friends and am not alone."

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So this is one of those posts where someone on your friends list asks for you to give them comment fic, even though they don't have anything to give you in return.

Tomorrow I have three classes, and one of them is a midterm exam and one of them is my really hard class where I really want to impress the professor and one of them I have an important assignment due and basically I am already kind of freaking out about the whole thing and am scared I am going to end up hiding in bed with the covers over my head, and that is the last thing on Earth I want to do, SO.

So I'm thinking bribes are the best way to go here. This actually works on two levels for me: one, nice things make me feel better --> less anxious --> want to earn my reward. Even more, though, it makes me responsible to people I like, want to please, and can't avoid or lie to. Seriously, guys, this is one method where I can make my neuroses work for me. Tomorrow I'll get back from my last class in the evening and sit down to check my friends list I won't think "that person did something nice to me, and I let them down." I will think "That person is awesome! Yay that person!"

Uh, so, all that said, if you wanted to write me comment fic, I would think you were the peachy keen bee's knees. Things I that I happen to be particularly fond of include:

Pete/Mikey, Frank/Bob, Gerard/Ray, Gerard/Bob, Brian/Gerard, Brian/anybody, Pete/Joe, Pete/Mikey/Alicia, Gerard/Lyn-Z, Waycest, Mikeyway/anybody, MCR gen of any kind, underage shenanigans, opposite-sex AUs, gender issues (cross-dressing, trans stuff, gender identity in general, whatever), secret marriages and marriages of convenience, exes who remain best friends, first kisses, awkward handjobs, dudes coming on other dudes' faces, time travel, comic books, cuddling, gangbangs, threesomes, and good-natured mocking.

(Which is to say ... I'm really, really, really easy?)

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[bluejbird.livejournal.com]

The first time Pete and Joe hook up is right after the whole Mikeyway thing sort of blows up. Pete mopes around the bus for exactly 2 days before he gets frown lines between his brows and his shoulders get tense in a way that Joe recognises as meaning he either needs to hit something or fuck someone. Pete’s damaged enough inside as it is, without a pair of split knuckles (or worse) being added to it, so Joe kind of hopes he goes for the latter. Joe kind of hopes Patrick will step in, but when two more days pass and Pete starts staring contemplatively at the window of the bus, Joe ushers him into the back lounge while Patrick and Andy are off elsewhere, and he pulls him into a tight hug, body pressed against body, Joe’s mouth against Pete’s neck. He holds him for a long moment then pulls back, staying close enough that they’re sharing air and Joe’s lips are hovering close enough to Pete’s lips that he could kiss him if he wanted to.

Pete, it seems, does want to, and his lips are warm against Joe’s, hands cold where they slide up under his shirt, and when Pete pushes him against the wall and undoes their jeans with deft fingers, Joe’s cock is hard and aching. He grinds up against Pete as Pete frees his own dick and wraps his hand around both of them, jerking in short, tight movements that make Joe gasp against Pete’s mouth. Pete comes first and Joe is right behind him, biting at Pete’s lip as Pete wipes his hand on his own shirt. Then he pulls Joe into a tight hug, tipping his head away to rest it on Joe’s shoulder, and sighs, ignoring the fact that their pants are round their ankles and their shirts are pushed up, and there’s a whole lot of flesh on flesh interaction going on. Pete holds Joe for long enough that Joe thinks he’s in danger of getting hard again, but then, just as Joe thinks he’s going to have to start thinking incredibly unsexy thoughts about boring sports and his grandmother and dead people (not all at the same time, although that’d probably work too), Pete pulls away and grins at him.

“Thanks,” he says, pressing his mouth briefly against Joe’s before yanking his jeans back up and heading back to the front of the bus.

Joe pulls his own pants back up and follows, and is pleased to note that Pete seems a lot happier suddenly, that he’s smiling again, and the tension is gone from his shoulders and so Joe considers it a job well done.

Andy and Patrick both notice. Patrick seems to think it’s just Pete naturally getting over it. And Andy seems to think it was Patrick. So it all works out rather nicely.

plz to be ignoring changes in tense in the second part.

[bluejbird.livejournal.com]

The second time Pete and Joe hook up, Jeanae had phoned Pete, wanting to get back together. Pete had said no, for the first time, and Joe had gone to him, a strange urge of pride rising up inside him at Pete being strong enough to tell her to fuck off.

He’d gotten as far as “Dude, well d-“ when Pete had shoved him onto the sofa and unzipped his jeans. Before Joe could say anything else, there’d been hot, wet heat engulfing his dick and he’d had trouble forming words, let alone a coherent sentence. He’d been with it enough to try to shove Pete away as he came, but Pete was stubborn and had ended up with Joe’s come half in his mouth and half on his cheek, which shouldn’t have been hot, but gave Joe an excuse to lick his way into Pete’s mouth before returning the favour.

Pete had let him crash at his place afterwards, lying next to him on the bed with Hemmy snoring between them. And he’d made Joe breakfast the next day, which he’d thought was pretty sweet.

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The third time Pete and Joe hook up, Patrick has a new girlfriend, and it’s serious. More serious than any of them have ever seen Patrick be about a girl, serious enough that Patrick grins for no reason at all and says things like “Fuck, she’s the one. I’m going to fucking marry this girl one day.” Joe’s happy for Patrick, but maybe not so much for Pete who looks like someone pulled his heart out of his chest and ran over it with a steamroller and then told him to cheer the fuck up.

This time, Pete comes to Joe, ushers him wordlessly into the back lounge of the bus they’re sharing and chucks a tube of lube and a handful of condoms into Joe’s lap.

“Please,” Pete says, yanking his shirt over his head. “Please Joe. Fuck me.”

Joe doesn’t reply, just pulls his own shirt off, then goes to help Pete with his belt, strips him naked, then himself and climbs onto the bed beside him.

Joe’s never done this before, but Pete’s a good instructor, giving him helpful tips that start out as full sentences and quickly deteriorate into “Yes, fuck, oh my god, yes, HARDER, Joe!”

Joe falls asleep afterwards, wakes up an hour before the show to an empty bed and a strange feeling in his chest.

That night at the show, Pete is smiling for the first time in days, is animated, is talking to the audience more than the cookie cutter script he’s been using for the past few days. Joe can’t help looking over again and again, can’t help striding across the stage and playing his guitar right up against Pete’s bass, can’t help lean in and press a kiss under Pete’s right ear, a stupid grin on his face the entire time.

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The fourth time Pete and Joe hook up, Joe wakes in his bunk to find Pete straddling his thighs, one hand working its way into his boxers.

“Fuck,” Joe says, propping himself up on his elbows, frowning at Pete. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Pete freezes, fingers wrapped tight around Joe’s dick. He seems confused as he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is just…right,” he finishes, with a twist of his wrist than makes Joe moan out in agreement.

~~~

After that, Joe pretty much loses count of how many times they hook up. He suspects Pete still keeps count, cos he’s that type of guy, but Joe’s just happy enough knowing that they happen on a regular enough basis that it means something. Something good.

Re: plz to be ignoring changes in tense in the second part.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, golly! This was wonderful -- I love Joe being there for Pete, taking care of him, and I love how it slowly becomes something else, too, something good. Boooooooys.