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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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pearl_o: "Bob," Frank calls, and he's almost embarrassed by the sound of his own voice. "Bob, it's my turn now, Bob."

"You can wait another fuckin' minute, I swear to God--" Bob says in a low grumble that does things to Frank's insides.

Frank doubts the truth of the statement. Ray's sucking on his throat, his fingers still brushing against Frank's ass, a fluttery tickle.

He can tell the exact moment Bob stops moving, his hips pausing, not because he's finished, just out of some bastion of supernatural force of will. "Gee, gonna pull out, okay," he says in a whisper. Gee's "Nnnnnnn" sounds almost confused.

Bob kisses Gee again, and then he's moving, Gee sighing while he leaves and squeezing Frank's hand tight. Frank can't quite get the right angle to kiss Gee the way he wants, but it's almost right.

There's an arm wrapped around his chest, and he's suddenly being pulled back to his knees, flush against Bob's warm body, his head falling back naturally onto Bob's shoulder. Ray beams up at him with an unabashed grin.

Bob moves his free hand up to Frank's face. It's sticky, wet with what Frank immediately realizes is Gee's come. Frank sticks his tongue out, stretching to taste.

The taste of salt explodes on Frank's tongue, slippery and thick. He leans forward, ducking his head to lick over Bob's palm as Bob moves his hand lower. Frank whines, stretching almost over Gee's shoulder as Bob palms the side of his neck, cupping his scorpion tatoo, and drags Frank close for a kiss.

It's awkward, his hips sliding along Ray's, his chest slung across Gee's shoulder, but Bob's pushes past Frank's lips and teeth like they've got all the time in the world, tongue lazily flicking the roof of his mouth. Frank moans, energy strumming like a high note through his body. He jumps when Gee's mouth presses against the side of his chest, but Ray's hand on his back steadies him.

Bob pulls away, licking his lips. "Come over here," he says, and sits back.

Ray's hand pushes on Frank's back. He giggles when Frank scrambles over, thumping into Bob's chest and knocking them both flat. "Damn, Frankie," he says.

Frankie looks over. "Fuck you," he says.

"Nah," Gee says slowly. He's blissed out, stretching out on top of Ray and nuzzling into Ray's throat. "Too soon."

Ray lifts Gee's face by the chin, kissing his closed lipped mouth and turning his head in Frank and Bob's direction. "In a little while," he agrees. "But Bob told you to watch, Gee. Rememeber?"

Gee nods. His hips give tiny thrusts as Ray drags his hands down Gee's back to his ass, spreading Gee's leg to bracket Ray's knees.

Frank swallows, watching the drag of Ray's thumbs against the bottom of Gee's ass. Bob's hand on his throat squeezes, once lightly and again, harder. Frank shivers, eyes falling shut as his mouth falls open.

"If you're very good," Bob whispers in Frank's ear, "you might even get your cock in there." (http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/965489.html?thread=10665841#t10665841)

Nnnnnnnngh. I will return to this later, when I finish with school type things, because ... yes. Yes indeed. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

"Don't think I'm gonna fucking last that long," Frank says. Bob's response is to bite his earlobe, not hard enough to damage, but hard enough to make Frank feel it, make him shiver, a long jerk with no rhythm.

"We have plenty of time, though," Ray says. "I bet Gee would help you get it up again. Right, Gee?"

"Fuck, yeah," Gee says, and his voice is still lazy and dreamlike, but there's a spark of eagerness under there, too. "We can do this all fucking night, dude, it'll be ... it'll be like an orgy, dude. We'll have a fucking bacchanalia. But just the sex part, not the drinking part. I can't drink. But it'll be fucking awesome, I swear."

"Stop talking, Gee," Ray says fondly. "You're missing the show."

"What? Oh," Gee says, and there's a sudden silence.

Frank's forehead is pressed hard against Bob's shoulder, which is warm and slick with sweat and smells good, smells like Bob. Fucking Bob, who has his hands on Frank's ass, supporting most of his weight, pulling him up and in until they're pressed so tight against each other that Frank can't breathe.

"You're going to lose it as soon as I get my hand on your cock, aren't you?" Bob says.

"Stop teasing--"

"It's not teasing," Bob says, in a fake-innocent voice that Frank recognizes, because Frank has used that voice millions of times, way more than Bob has, "this is genuine curiosity."

Hi.

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