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Fantasy Book by Cimorene (NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM (My Chemical Romance)
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Length: ~16,000 words
Author on LJ:
cimness
Author Website: cimorene.net
Why this must be read:
Continuing the bandom van's tour of sex-pollen/fuck-or-die stories, this is a gloriously porny story about Why We Don't Take Candy From Strange(r-than-usual) Fans. This story gives wonderfully in-character Gerard and Frank, complete with geekiness, bickering, and optional hygiene aversions. It combines the incredible hotness of these two guys going at it all night with the inevitable downsides of going at it all night because somebody got hit with the alien sex drugs.
"Gnuh?" said Frank, because he couldn't make a complete word while people were groping around in his pants, and having Gerard all up in his face, however weird, was also kind of special and distracting.
Gerard said apologetically, "I know," in a voice like he was about to become truly stressed out, and stuck his tongue in Frank's mouth as well. Then he shoved both hands into Frank's underwear, and one was shaking until it wrapped around Frank's cock, and then Gerard shuddered like a dog being scratched in just the right spot. Gerard's hands actually did feel hotter than usual through the shaking, but, thought Frank, trying to drag his face far enough out of Gerard's reach to get out a whole question, the more important factor was that his hands were a lot more personal with Frank's dick than usual, too.
This was really, really not normal behavior for Gerard - not for real, normal Gerard, and it was even a little abrupt for the imaginary Gerard who lived in Frank's head and came out during his Special Alone Times with his dick. Normal Gerard would stick his tongue down Frank's throat sometimes, or even stick his hand in Frank's pants, but that usually happened on stage, and he never apologized for it.
Fantasy Book
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Length: ~16,000 words
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: cimorene.net
Why this must be read:
Continuing the bandom van's tour of sex-pollen/fuck-or-die stories, this is a gloriously porny story about Why We Don't Take Candy From Strange(r-than-usual) Fans. This story gives wonderfully in-character Gerard and Frank, complete with geekiness, bickering, and optional hygiene aversions. It combines the incredible hotness of these two guys going at it all night with the inevitable downsides of going at it all night because somebody got hit with the alien sex drugs.
"Gnuh?" said Frank, because he couldn't make a complete word while people were groping around in his pants, and having Gerard all up in his face, however weird, was also kind of special and distracting.
Gerard said apologetically, "I know," in a voice like he was about to become truly stressed out, and stuck his tongue in Frank's mouth as well. Then he shoved both hands into Frank's underwear, and one was shaking until it wrapped around Frank's cock, and then Gerard shuddered like a dog being scratched in just the right spot. Gerard's hands actually did feel hotter than usual through the shaking, but, thought Frank, trying to drag his face far enough out of Gerard's reach to get out a whole question, the more important factor was that his hands were a lot more personal with Frank's dick than usual, too.
This was really, really not normal behavior for Gerard - not for real, normal Gerard, and it was even a little abrupt for the imaginary Gerard who lived in Frank's head and came out during his Special Alone Times with his dick. Normal Gerard would stick his tongue down Frank's throat sometimes, or even stick his hand in Frank's pants, but that usually happened on stage, and he never apologized for it.
Fantasy Book
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