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Framed to Bend by Jen (NC17)
Sorry for the delay, folks. Been dealing with some pretty heavy health issues, and this just sorta fell by the wayside! I'll be bringing in some pretty awesome fics shortly to make up for it!
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Gerard Way (some Gerard/Brian, past Bob/Frank)
Length: approx 7k
Author on LJ: Jen, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mwestbelle
Author Website: Jen's masterlist
Why this must be read: There's some pretty hardcore issues going on in this one. Gerard is Brian's pet, but Brian must go out on tour, so he gets Bob to take over (this happens in the first three paragraphs of the story; i don't feel I'm spoiling it for you). Bob's got his own issues with taking care of a pet to the level of Gerard, so he tries to let Gerard be his own pereson.
This is not a pretty story in the sense that it's sweet and fluffy version of D/S. It's a shorter story, but it touches on some pretty serious issues for Gerard, and how Bob deals with the whole situation.
Plus, the sex is hot. ;)
“How do you feel about pet-sitting? For an indefinite time.”
Bob nodded to himself and almost dislodged the phone from his precarious hold. The side of his face was feeling sweaty, and he could feel the keys pressing in. “What are we talking, fish?”
“The other kind of pet. My kind.”
Bob dropped the phone into the sink and swore. He tried to push one sleeve of his hoodie up past his elbow with his wrist and plunged his hand into the dirty water. When the screen came back in view, the “Call Duration” was still counting happily, so he just wiped off some of the muck on his hoodie and put the phone back on his ear. “Dropped the phone.”
“Yeah, I got that.” Brian sounded faintly amused, but Bob’s insides were twisting up.
“I don’t know, man, I. I don’t think so.”
Brian sighed, and Bob knew he was pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off his pretty much constant headache. “Look, I know that you don’t really do this, but. I don’t know who else to ask.”
Bob‘s stomach turned over. “I don’t do this at all.”
“You did okay with Frank, yeah?” Bob was silent because the thing with Frank was different. Some beer, some laughs, some kinky sex. It was just a thing, not like what Brian did at all. Brian must have been able to hear it in his silence, because he sighed again. “I wouldn’t ask, man, trust me, but. I can’t just leave him. He. Gee needs this.”
Framed to Bend
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Gerard Way (some Gerard/Brian, past Bob/Frank)
Length: approx 7k
Author on LJ: Jen, aka
mwestbelleAuthor Website: Jen's masterlist
Why this must be read: There's some pretty hardcore issues going on in this one. Gerard is Brian's pet, but Brian must go out on tour, so he gets Bob to take over (this happens in the first three paragraphs of the story; i don't feel I'm spoiling it for you). Bob's got his own issues with taking care of a pet to the level of Gerard, so he tries to let Gerard be his own pereson.
This is not a pretty story in the sense that it's sweet and fluffy version of D/S. It's a shorter story, but it touches on some pretty serious issues for Gerard, and how Bob deals with the whole situation.
Plus, the sex is hot. ;)
“How do you feel about pet-sitting? For an indefinite time.”
Bob nodded to himself and almost dislodged the phone from his precarious hold. The side of his face was feeling sweaty, and he could feel the keys pressing in. “What are we talking, fish?”
“The other kind of pet. My kind.”
Bob dropped the phone into the sink and swore. He tried to push one sleeve of his hoodie up past his elbow with his wrist and plunged his hand into the dirty water. When the screen came back in view, the “Call Duration” was still counting happily, so he just wiped off some of the muck on his hoodie and put the phone back on his ear. “Dropped the phone.”
“Yeah, I got that.” Brian sounded faintly amused, but Bob’s insides were twisting up.
“I don’t know, man, I. I don’t think so.”
Brian sighed, and Bob knew he was pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off his pretty much constant headache. “Look, I know that you don’t really do this, but. I don’t know who else to ask.”
Bob‘s stomach turned over. “I don’t do this at all.”
“You did okay with Frank, yeah?” Bob was silent because the thing with Frank was different. Some beer, some laughs, some kinky sex. It was just a thing, not like what Brian did at all. Brian must have been able to hear it in his silence, because he sighed again. “I wouldn’t ask, man, trust me, but. I can’t just leave him. He. Gee needs this.”
Framed to Bend