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eledhwenlin and turps33
1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
Give me a fandom/pairing, and I'll tell you something. Fandoms applicable: bandom
ETA - "Pairing" doesn't need to be only two. Can the threesomes/moresomes. Just sayin'.
Reply will likely be notfic and very likely be highly questionable in content.
eledhwenlin and turps331. genderswap
5. pretending to be married
13. apocalypse fic
15. High School / College AU
Give me a fandom/pairing, and I'll tell you something. Fandoms applicable: bandom
ETA - "Pairing" doesn't need to be only two. Can the threesomes/moresomes. Just sayin'.
Reply will likely be notfic and very likely be highly questionable in content.
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There's something in his mouth, dry against his tongue. It's his underwear. He has to hold it there, has to be so still, so quiet, even as Frank's fingers twist in his ass, striking pleasure right up his spine.
"Shh, it's okay." The fingers move again, and Gerard catches a glimpse of Frank's wicked grin between his fluttering eyelashes. "Fuck, you like that don't you?"
It takes everything he's got not to move, not to fuck himself down on Frank's fingers. But he knows if he behaves, he'll get Frank's cock. He's got to be so good. He panting, sharp nasal breaths, the material in his mouth getting wetter and wetter. If he could speak he'd be begging - fuck me, fuck me, please. Please.
Frank leans closer, his lips brushing Gerard's skin as he whispers, "Soon babe. Soon. But first you gotta be still for me. Can you do that?"
Gerard stares at the underwear in his hand, then at Frank, who's red-faced and sweating, holding his jeans up with one hand. "Gee, what-"
"They weren't dreams," Gerard says, still trying to figure it out even as he forms the words, "You were - no, they were… fuck." He can still taste the cloth against his lips, and he's hot all over, and painfully hard in his jeans. "They were… were you doing it on purpose?"
"Doing what?" Frank asks, looking genuinely confused and absolutely fucking beautiful.
Gerard stares at him, the fabric of the underwear growing warm in his hand as he figures it out. They weren't dreams. They were fantasies. Just, no his.
Well, not at first.
He stares at Frank a moment longer, coming to a decision. Then - holding Frank's gaze the entire time - he shoves the underwear in his mouth.
Frank gasps, his face flooding crimson. "Oh god. You can't know. You don't-"
Gerard knows his own skin is an answering shade of red, but he steels his nerve and sheds his clothes, not daring to look up from the floor until he's naked. Even then he doesn't make eye contact with Frank until he's lying down, hands twined above his head, underwear caught between his teeth.
The floor is hard against his back, but he won't move. Not unless he's told to.
When he finally nerves himself to look up at Frank, Frank's staring at him, his eyes huge and want written in every line of him.
Gerard holds himself so, so still, willing Frank to go along with this. Wanting everything he saw and more.
Frank bites his lip, lowering himself to the ground beside Gerard. His hands are shaky, but his voice is steady as he tells Gerard, "I need you to be still for me. Can you do that?"
Gerard nods.
~end
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JUST EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED FROM TELEPATHY FIC, HOLY FUCK.
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