Trinitite 1/2

[defect_no9]

Title: Trinitite
Author: Defect-no9
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations, language, violence, drug references, and pop rocks.
Summary: “We may not live to see tomorrow,” Frank said around the grin forming on his lips. He stroked down Party’s forearm and pried his hand off his hip. Interlocking their fingers together, he kissed the leather clad

Comments

[yawdrareg]

oh wow!!!!!! this is epic! sooooooooooooooo good! why is it when it's time to comment i fail at picking words. let's stream of consciousness here for a second... the end: fucking the whole world is in GeeWay's eyes!!! IT'S TRUE!!!! god frank, i <3 u. srsly. this is dirty, sexy, sad, wonderful, amazing. so so so amazing. i'm totally going off to read part two, and there better be a part 3 and 4 and more!!!! this is great writing, my lady, very very excellent. :D

[truth_or_cliche]

I think my mind just had an orgasm *_* This is amazing!

[defect_no9]

Thank you! Mind orgasm is the best kind of flattery! I love your icon!! :D

[defect_no9]

Oh! And don't forget part two! If you've only read one so far, you're in for a treat for part two. A watermelon flavored one. XDDD

This is awesome, you're awesome.

[ink_demon]

I don't remember how I found this, but I love it. It's so well done, as is all your fiction that I've read.

I can't describe enough to you how much I loved it so... settle for my inadequate 'thank you for writing this.' :)

Re: This is awesome, you're awesome.

[defect_no9]

I don't know how you found this either, but I'm very glad you did!!! I'm very happy that you liked this, it took forever to write. I have some stuff floating around in my brain, trying to exit in a orderly fashion. I also have some more old stuff if you liked "white out" that I'm trying to get up here and out of my notebooks. Thank you for reading! :DDD

[anna_unfolding]

Oh, God, your description of plugging in in Battery City is horrific. That whole into part was like one big dystopic futuristic nightmare. And then to find out Gerard was....dang.

I love how violence breaks up their quick and dirty sex, giving them the actual chance to be "home" to one another. All your poetic ways of connecting Gerard to Frank's sense of home: this eyes being the color of the Atlantic, the imagery of the tea cups and cigarette butts, etc. were gorgeous. I feel like this fic is taking place in a few locations: their real time zone hopping places, pre-desert Battery City, and pre-war New Jersey. Looking forward to the next part!!