fic? pictures? discussion? YES.

[schmerica]

I HEREBY DECLARE TODAY TO BE LIVEJOURNAL'S MY CHEM GROUP SLUT FIC DAY.

PASS IT ON.

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[mcee.livejournal.com]

IS THAT ANYTHING LIKE FRANK WANTING TO GET FACE-FUCKED BY EVERYONE?

A classic for a reason.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

THAT WOULD DEFINITELY FALL UNDER THE UMBRELLA OF MCR GSF POSSIBILITIES, YES. IT IS A VERY OPEN AND INCLUSIVE CATEGORY.

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO GO INTO MORE DETAIL.

[fayemeadows.livejournal.com]

God, I support this completely. I want Bob to pin everyone down and fuck them slowly, talking dirty the whole time.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Yesterday my biology lecture was amazingly boring, so I spent the whole period thinking about Bob pinning people down. Mmmmmmmmm. Bob holding down Gerard while he writhes underneath him, and Frank is watching but he's not allowed to talk.

[girlneedsagun.livejournal.com]

Uuuuuuuugh, yes plz.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Gerard is too needy loving to stick to a single band member!

[stele3.insanejournal.com (from livejournal.com)]

UNF. Heheh. Well, it's personal canon INSIDE MY BRAIN that in the period of time just after he got clean, Gerard was a bit of a slut. Like, once he got past the detox-hermit phase and woke up all the way, suddenly things were sharp and clear and people had all these LEGS and ARMS and BREASTS and JAWS. He'd been on meds, both prescription and illegal, and that had sort of killed off certain things, and now suddenly he's HORNY and emotionally vulnerable and shaky and maybe that's the real reason that he and Bert had a falling out, you know? Like, Gerard wanted to take things beyond lazy sorta-straight-guy makeout sessions, and Bert flipped.

Cue Gerard falling in and out of bed with anyone that will look at him, clinging to his sobriety. The Bad Choices have to go somewhere, right? Cue unfortunate, random sex! Which is all very awkward and weird, because it's still GERARD and he's still the basement weirdo at heart except now with double slut action.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, I have had conversations before about how Gerard HAD to have had some sort of weird sexual awakening after he got sober! Because, yeah, seriously, because the alcohol and drugs, it must have been a huge change for him.

Also, it's possibly the phrase "slutty, emotionally vulnerable Gerard" does things to me. Jesus.

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

I feel like I need to roll some dice to even get REMOTELY close to picking just one possible scenario.

AHAHA I BET THEY ADDRESS THE PROBLEM IN THE SAME WAY

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

BUT HOW WOULD THEY DECIDE WHOSE DICE TO USE? CHOICES ARE HARD.

[magdalyna.livejournal.com]

Ray's thighs. Frank licking them. Slowly. Then Ray fucks Frank, hands on his hips, holding him down.

Mikey fingering Bob.

Gerard sucking Mikey off.

Umm. Yeah, that declaration wins.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

\o/

[jezrana.livejournal.com]

Whenever I think GSF, I tend to default to pushy bottom!Frank gangbangs. Pushy bottom!Gerard also has its appeal, but Frank complaining about how there are NOT ENOUGH THINGS BEING PUT UP HIS ASS, FUCKERS takes the prize every time.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*starry eyes*

YOU HAD ME AT GANGBANG.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

So, how about they never all sleep together until after they kick Matt out, but they're sitting talking about inviting Bob and Gerard's clean for the first time in forever and somehow they all wind up having sex?

And then they invite Bob and do it all over again. \o/

[quettaser.livejournal.com]

Ahahah, I love the idea of them being in the middle of it and then going, "Oh fuck, we were supposed to invite Bob, weren't we?"

And Frank obviously would say, "Gerard, we can invite Bob when you don't have your hand up my ass, jesus, get me off already."

[lovesongwriter.livejournal.com]

I totally think the other dudes love watching the Ways do it. Cause uh, it's Mikey and Gerard. They're HOT. And it's KINKY.

Then they bang the Ways.

THE END.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, totally! Frank's like "It's like the really freaky porn, except real."

[xanphibian.livejournal.com]

LIKE HOW MIKEY IS GETTING FUCKED BY EVERYONE IN THE BAND BUT NONE OF THEM KNOW ABOUT IT UNTIL MONTHS LATER AND THEN THEY ALL GET TOGETHER AND COMPARE NOTES AND DECIDE TO GIVE MIKEY A GANGBANG, SINCE THAT'S OBVIOUSLY WHAT HE WANTS?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

EXACTLY LIKE THAT

PETE IS SO JEALOUS, MAN

[frogy.livejournal.com]

People tend to refer to the time Mikey worked at Eyeball as his slut period. But really, his job consisted of chilling with bands and going to parties (and fetching coffee and making photo copies, but he doesn't like to dwell on the menial tasks), it's not hard to get laid. And after being totally uncool in high school, he thinks it's kind of the most amazing thing ever. He just shows up to work, hangs out with cool people, goes along with the flow, and at the end of the night there's usually someone to go home with. Sometimes it's someone random, just another person going with the flow, and it's -- whatever -- Mikey is never going to complain about sex. But sometimes-- sometimes it's Gabe Sapporta from fucking Midtown telling him he has nice hips, grinding on him in a dark corner, tasting sweet and alcoholic when they kiss, tripping over their own feet as they tumble out of the club into the cold Jersey air, searing hands sliding under his too short shirt as they move as fast as intoxicatedly possible to an apartment with a bed where Gabe fucks him hard and leaves perfect fingertip bruises along the hips he was complimenting hours and drinks earlier. After nights like that, Mikey thinks it's worth any reputation in the world.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Nrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Slutty Mikey PLUS Mikey/Gabe hotness? FOR THE WIN.

[magdalyna.livejournal.com]

I would like to say that I love everything in this post.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Me, too, man. ME TOO.

[soundslikej.livejournal.com]

They've all kind of been fucking around with each other for years, in various combinations, but it isn't until Bob joins the band that they start doing it all in the same room at the same time.

It was kind of accidental, the first time. Gee and Ray were making out in Ray's bunk, and Gee had his hand down Ray's pants, and Ray was kind of grabbing at the frame of the bunk just to hang on to something. Mikey, above them across the aisle, could see Ray's fingers clenching on the wood, and hear the noises Gee was making, so of course he couldn't really help but start jerking off. That was about the point when Frank decided FUCK THIS SHIT, and climbed into Bob's bunk with him, crawling onto his lap and pressing him back into the bed, rocking their hard cocks together through their pants.

Since then, it's pretty much been orgies all the time. It's really awesome.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

\o/ ORGIES.

[lovelypoet.livejournal.com]

It happens for the first time in 2003, when they're still playing off on the stereotypical douchey rockstar script. They announced where they were staying after the show and invited any girls who wanted to come party with them...and none show up. Matt and Cortez both have a couple beers and say "fuck it" because if they have beds, they're going to damn well sleep if they're not going to get laid.

And so then it's just Frank and Gerard and Mikey and Ray. And they just stay in the stupid, sketchy, god only knows when the last time it got cleaned hot-tub drinking cheap beer and talking about what they would be doing with the girls if any of them had shown up. And Ray's saying he's not asking for much, he just wants a blowjob. Is that really too much to ask?

Mikey says he doesn't think so, and hey, he could probably do it, it can't be that hard right? And Ray laughs, because oh my god, Mikey must be *really, really* drunk, but Mikey's not laughing. He's kind of biting at the corner of his mouth.

Gerard's giggling behind his hand at Mikey's totally ridiculous attempt to pick up TORO, of all people. Ray, who's so fucking straight it's not even funny, who's probably never even thought about dudes. Except then Ray's shrugging and moving up to sit on the edge of the hot tub and the air's cold enough to make his skin prickle and his boxers are almost completely transparent and clinging. Saying, "go for it Mikeyway."

Frank slides over next to Gerard so he'll actually be able to see something when Mikey moves between Ray's legs. He's breathing all fast and funny and Gerard wants to laugh at him, too, except Frank's fingers are wrapped tight around his wrist, nails biting the skin, and moving Gerard's hand under the water. Shifting, and Gerard can't laugh. Not Frank's just moved his hand into his lap and is hard and makes a strange, desperate sound when Gerard's fingers twitch. Then Frank's hand is on him too, and they're pressed together knee to shoulder on the hot tub seat, but they aren't looking at each other, not at all, still both focused on Mikey and his mouth stretched around Ray and Ray's fingers tangling in Mikey's already messy hair.

It's maybe the weirdest, hottest, thing Gerard's ever experienced.

[impertinence.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, I LOVE this scenario. The amount that's so obviously not being said - awesome.

[olivia-circe.livejournal.com]

NOOO! I am at work and cannot play. BUT I FULLY SUPPORT GROUP SEX. It is the best, because everyone gets laid! For example, I feel that Ray deserves gangbangs, too.

Oh, my brain is so NSFW.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ray is a hard worker, man! Sometimes he deserves to be taken care of!

[onneonlights.livejournal.com]

i feel sad because i don't think i have much to add! but i like to think about bob DISCOVERING IT when he joins the band. like, frank's trying to get him to join in by maybe seducing him first, but frank's been having sex with the rest of his band for months now and his seduction attempts aren't all that anymore. HE CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY JUMPING ON BOB ALL THE TIME ISN'T GETTING HIM INTO HIS PANTS.

so eventually they organise a situation where bob will ~*accidentally walk in on them, and frank wants to do the whole telling/getting bob not to just turn around and blush and walk back out thing, but they're like, "no, you'll just scare him off!" so maybe frank is being fucked by ray and gerard is right there with them and talking them through it or whatever, so when bob walks in and is all "OH, GOD, I'M SORRY, JUST--" mikey kind of sidles up to him, all quiet and mikeyway-like, and just holds bob's wrist with his fingers sliding under the arm of his hoodie and is just like, "you should stay."

and bob does! and lo, it is awesome and hot \o/

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. Frank is not king of the subtlety, it's true!

<3 Miiiiiiiikey. Bob cannot resist!

my flist has sucked my into my chem slash...

[high-school-low.livejournal.com]

I think the world needs many, many fics that involve Bob and Frank screwing Patrick.

Because in my mind, Patrick is a huge slut. And when Bob and Patrick have their apartment in Chicago, Frank comes over and maybe they get a little bit drunk. And when Frank and Bob start making out, Patrick is very *pout* "I wanna help!" There's giggling and alcohol breath and saliva on each other's faces when they start taking their clothes off.

Patrick wants Bob to fuck him, a real man, because he's so tired of scrawny little sharp-hipped boys from the tour. And he ends up blowing Frank, because, y'know, he's Frank. He's gorgeous and lithe and the eyes/lips combo that Frank's got going on is just that hypnotizing.

And of course, Bob's wanted to fuck him since... forever. He's soft and his hair falls just right, and jesus christ, the noises Patrick makes. It's a kind of growling whine that no one expected Patrick would be capable of. Frank's in a state of disbelief, willing himself to memorize sight of Patrick's better-than-perfect lips wrapped around his cock. And when he's finished, he grabs Patrick's hair at the nape of his neck and tugs a little, pulling him into a kiss.

The three of them are all breathy laughter, smirks and playful biting. They're skin and spit and smiles, and afterwards they make plans for Frankie to come over again the next weekend.

Re: my flist has sucked my into my chem slash...

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Aw, yay!

[brandixcyanide.livejournal.com]

NARG. WHY MUST I BE AT WORK! GSF IS MY OT-ORGY. not faaaiiir!

ok done whining. carry on. i'll be back when i'm not on the clock

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

ahahaha, OT-ORGY is brilliant.

[valmontheights.livejournal.com]

FRANK. ON ALL FOURS.

SPIT-ROASTED BY BOB AND RAY WHILE THE WAY BROTHERS CURL UP TOGETHER, CANOODLE AND WATCH.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I APPROVE. (ahaha, the way brothers cuddling is my favorite part.)

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

So um. This image has kind of lodged in my brain. See, Frank's got Mikey pinned to a bed, Mikey's knees hooked over Frank's shoulders. And Frank just slides into Mikey, sweet and slow yet insistent. Mikey's toes curl and his fingers dig into the bedspread, his eyes screwed shut and his head thrown back. He doesn't make a sound, though, every muscle in his body straining with some strange need to be silent. Frank's got Mikey by the waist, the tattoos on his arms shifting with every flex as he thrusts into Mikey, over and over. The swallows on his stomach press against Mikey's legs with every stroke, the ink seeming to come alive on his skin. Frank's eyes are dark and intense, and he's not afraid to make noise, strangled little gasps and groans punching their way out of his chest as he takes Mikey, harder and faster until his hips are snapping back and forth and a little moan finally escapes from Mikey's mouth.

And Gerard, Gerard who's been watching from the next bed, he can't take it anymore, he slips across the divide and slides in next to Mikey, burying his face in Mikey's throat and nipping gently then kissing over the red spots. His hand slides across Frank's back, tracing the guns and jack-o-lantern that he knows better than his own birthmarks, fingers digging in as he follows Frank's driving thrusts into Mikey. Mikey's practically writhing at this point, trying to get closer to both of them and whining in frustration, fumbling his hand up to tangle his hand in Gerard's hair so he can yank his mouth down to his own, and they kiss fiercely and tenderly at the same time, tongues tangling sloppily. Frank groans loudly and nearly bends Mikey in half, fingers digging into Mikey's pale skin as he stares hungrily at their mouths. Mikey disengages from Gerard briefly to whisper Gerard, please and because this is Mikey, Gerard just knows, so he slips his hand down Mikey's stomach and takes his cock in hand, tugging with just the right amount of friction, and within a few strokes Mikey lets out a choked yell and comes all over his stomach. Frank's hips stutter and he drives in deep, shouting as his orgasm overtakes him. Gerard can't seem to decide whose face to watch, his eyes bright with love and need, and he gently rubs both of them down from the high, hands making gentle circles on Mikey's tummy and Frank's back.

And then Mikey and Frank take care of Gerard together, because they love him that much.

THE END \o/

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥♥♥

[bluejbird.livejournal.com]

So, uh, you know how I don't really do MCR fic? I've suddenly found myself writing Mikey/JoeTroh with jealous Pete (ending up in a threesome) for someone, and I feel like you are partially to blame for always being this voice going 'MCR ARE AWESOME' on my flist. And I felt the need to share that. In conclusion...it's also making me want to write some sort of fic where Mikey is the pimp for the rest of his band and he keeps hiring them out to the highest bidder and no one suspects a thing because obviously people would assume, if such a thing was going on, that Mikey would most definitely be one of the 'escorts' for hire and not the mastermind and OMG I DO NOT WRITE MCR FIC AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE THESE THOUGHTS ARE COMING FROM MAKE THEM STOP PLEASE.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT APOLOGETIC OVER THIS TURN OF EVENTS. I wrote Mikey/JoeTroh once for commentfic, and it was really depressing, but I would read tons more of it. Pete threesome = EVEN BETTER YES. And to conclude, I would totally read that MCR fic. Secret mastermind Mikey = <3

[7iris.livejournal.com]

Everyday should be MCR GSF day! Because I am a slow writer.

Also because it is awesome and I APPROVE OF ALL THESE SCENARIOS SO HARD.

The one I keeping thinking about is where Frank, Mikey, and Ray start fucking during those last two weeks before Gerard gets clean. It feels like everything is out of control; Gerard wavers between completely wasted and passed out, Matt isn't talking to them anymore and spends all his time with the techs. The sex--and the sleep afterwards, curled up together--is a way of escaping from that for a little while, shutting everything else out. It's maybe the wrong reason to start sleeping together, but all three of them need it.

Then Gerard decides to sober up, and that's good, that's great, but things don't magically become wonderful again. They kick Matt out, and bring Bob in, and do the video, and then they're on tour again. It's grindingly exhausting, and there's this dread hanging over them that takes a long time to dispel. It feels awful to admit it, but it's almost like they're just waiting for Gerard to fuck up. The sex is less desperate, less fucking and more blowjobs, because they just don't have the energy for anything complicated.

They don't tell Gerard, but they don't try to hide it from him either; they've just gotten used to editing the information they present to him. (It's almost a year before Ray tells Gerard what Matt said when they kicked him out. Well, tells him as much as he told Mikey and Frank. Brian is the only one who knows every word.)

Bob is not blind, or in the process of getting clean. He knows what they're doing, and he can guess why, too; he's noticed the way they touch each other more after Gerard has a bad day. One day Mikey spends three hours in his bunk with Gerard, and when he stumbles out, he goes straight to the back lounge and wedges himself in between Frank and Ray on the couch. He pushes his face into the curve of Ray's neck, and Frank kisses the back of his head and hooks his knee over Mikey's thigh.

Ray looks up and catches Bob watching them, and his face starts getting defensive, but Bob just meets his eyes, calm and steady, and gives him a little nod. Then he leaves, not fast or embarrassed, just polite, and he shuts the door behind him.

Frank reaches across Mikey to poke Ray and kind of gesture with his eyebrows. Frank wants Bob to sleep with them. Ray and Mikey are more cautious. Bob has been great, a fucking rock, and Ray doesn't like to think about where they'd be without him. He's been a little afraid of what would happen if they tried to bring Bob into whatever fucked up thing the three of them have going on, but if he's not freaking out...Frank pokes him again, and the look Ray gives him says maybe this time, instead of no.

A few days later, Ray wakes up to find Bob and Gerard in the front lounge, in basically the same positions he left them in the night before. Gerard is gesturing with a cup of coffee and talking, earnest and a little bit manic, and Bob is nodding solemnly along. Frank doesn't poke him, just leans up against his back, and Ray nods.

Once Ray crumbles, Mikey gives in as well. Ray can't actually remember how the three of them ended up having sex that first time. He has flashes of sense memory, the taste of Mikey's skin, the feeling of Frank, fierce and shaking under his hands, but he can't remember the beginning.

"It's probably not that applicable anyway," Mikey says dryly. In the end they go with Frank's suggestion, because it's not like any of them can do subtle.

They wait until Gerard goes to an AA meeting and they can corner Bob in the back of the bus.

Frank jumps on Bob's back, wiggles against him to get settled. Then he leans forward and says, low and even against Bob's ear, "You should let Mikey suck your cock."

[CONTINUED] I have been thinking about this a lot.

[7iris.livejournal.com]

Bob freezes.

Mikey drops to his knees, smooth and graceful, steadying himself with one hand on Bob's thigh.

"He's the best," Frank says. "You'd think Ray, right, with his mouth? But Mikey is really fucking good at it."

Frank catches Ray's eye. "Ray can fuck you through the mattress, though. He can fuck you as long and as hard as you need."

Bob pulls his eyes away from Mikey's face and looks at Ray. His eyes are really wide, but he's not pushing them away.

Ray takes a few steps closer, threads his fingers through Mikey's hair almost without thinking about it.

He doesn't know what to do, how to tip the balance in the right direction, so he just tells the truth. "It's okay," he says, and kisses Bob soft and careful on the mouth.

When Ray pulls back, Bob lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "Okay, yes," he says, and that's that.

Sex with four people is harder to coordinate, but it makes almost everything else easier. It's a lot easier to be subtle about touching when it's two pairs, especially pairs that shift, instead of three people squished onto a couch. Bob's always pulled more than his own weight on Gerard Watch '04 and that doesn't change, but now when Ray passes Gerard off to Mikey and Frank, he can go lie down in the back lounge with his head in Bob's lap, and Bob will slide his hand under the hem of Ray's t-shirt and rub circles in the small of his back.

This happens right before the Taste of Chaos tour with the Used. Ray doesn't really think anything of the timing, until they're all standing around at an after-party and Frank, who is maybe a little drunk, is scowling at Bob, who is laughing at something Jepha's saying.

"Are you--" Ray stops. "Did you have us seduce Bob so he wouldn't leave us for the Used?"

"No," Frank says, and he scowls harder.

Ray kisses the top of his head, and Mikey laughs, and Bob looks over at the sound and smiles at them.

Bob hangs out a lot with the Used, but he always goes home with his band.

Gerard and Bert pick up where they left off, and none of them know how to feel about that. On the one hand, Gerard seems really happy. On the other hand, Bert isn't sober. Gerard's been doing really well around all the chemical abuse on tour, but it's different when the person using is someone you love, when it's part of your relationship's history.

So Taste of Chaos is a lot of fun, especially at the beginning, but there's a little thread of anxiety running through it. Gerard spends a lot of nights with Bert, and the back of the My Chem bus smells like sex all the time. (Fortunately, the smell blends in with the overall fug of sweat, feet, and dirty clothes.)

When the tour ends, Gerard and Bert stay in touch, but after a while, it becomes less talking on the phone and more fighting.

Ray and Frank and Mikey and Bob are in the back of the bus when they have the worst one. There's a lot of yelling and crying, and they can tell even then that this going to be the last one.

They were all sprawled out before it started, but by the end, they're pressed close together on the couch, trying not to listen. Gerard says something to Bert, in his sharp singer's voice that carries, and it makes Bob flinch and tense up.

The argument ends when Gerard throws what's probably his phone across the room, and then there's only silence.

"Gerard needs this," Mikey says finally, and everyone's quiet, because it's true, but it's not something they've talked about before.

Mikey untangles himself and goes to talk to Gerard, and he leaves a cold, empty spot at Ray's side.

About five minutes later, Bob gets a call from Jepha. He sounds really sad by the end, and a little angry, too, and Ray and Frank don't let him get up to talk by himself.

Everyone's miserable for a while after that, until Gerard can laugh at himself and make an effort to stop wallowing, and Bob and Brian go off to get throwing up drunk and maybe talk about things. Plus, they're touring with Green Day (seriously, Green Day!), and they're realizing, or remembering, all over again why this is pretty much the best job in the world.

[CONTINUED] Really, a lot.

[flamewarrior.livejournal.com]

I have just read all of the comments and OMG I love you. \o/ ♥

[pikasafire.livejournal.com]

You know. We need to do one of these GSF memes again! It's been ~ages~ since this one!!