Prompt #6 [2/3]airgiodslvAugust 17 2007, 12:01:56 UTC
Ryan is standing in front of Gerard’s canvas with the paintbrush in his hands. The tree waves its branches back at him, blue-grey and ever-present black, waiting for him to finish it.
I can’t, he says, but Gerard’s hand is over his, dipping the brush into a pot. He doesn’t even know what colour.
He’s petrified, frozen with fear, but Gerard just lifts his hand until it hovers over the canvas, supporting without pressure or direction, not showing him where to go. I’ll mess it up, Ryan says desperately, but Gerard doesn’t let him go.
He finally forces himself to trace one of the lines that’s already there, barely breathing as he applies the paint, heart pounding in his chest.
More, Gerard says, and Ryan tries, but his lines are uneven, shaky, the curves all wrong. The tree looks crooked and distressed, and Ryan doesn’t know how Gerard wanted it but he’s sure this isn’t it.
I can’t, he says again, helplessly. I can’t.Gerard doesn’t guide his hand, but he’s still holding Ryan’s wrist, keeping him there. His breath is soft against Ryan
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Prompt #6 [3/3]airgiodslvAugust 17 2007, 12:02:58 UTC
He’s drawing on his own face again, but it’s frustrating. He can’t get the lines right, he’s smudging, crooked, uneven, wrong. He throws down the pencil and Gerard is there, picking it back up. Trust me, Gerard says, and Ryan turns to face him, away from the mirror.
There’s paint on his fingers. Ryan draws lines around Gerard’s eyes and they’re perfect, even when they’re not, and even more so when Gerard smiles. Gerard wipes away the colours from Ryan’s face and Ryan turns back to the mirror, drawing again, quicker this time.
He freezes up right when he’s nearly finished, when he sees what he’s done and for a second it’s all wrong, his stomach drops out and his hands shake and he can’t do this, it’s destroyed, he’s made a mess of everything.
Let go, Gerard says, and he moves the brush when Ryan can’t, until they’re painting together and it’s right again, it’s better.
It’s not perfect, Ryan says when they’re finished, looking at what they’ve created. He can still scrub this away and start over, he thinks. He could do it again
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Re: Prompt #6 [3/3]patchworkwoundsAugust 17 2007, 12:36:50 UTC
Utterly fucking awesome. Just wow. I love it was Ryan dreaming/imagining, how Ryan has this drive and obsession with perfection than he can't really attain.
Although I'm kinda annoyed now though because you've just gone and done this prompt way, way better than I can :P.
Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 1flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:01:09 UTC
It’s not like Spencer is easy, and it’s not like he even pretends he is, but maybe he likes innuendo and snark and being a bit flirty. It’s all in good fun, and has never led to anything more then getting a nice shoulder rub from one of the tech guys or free chocolate bars at that one gas station with the cute cashier. It’s not like he means it, really. It’s a game, and everybody does it, so why shouldn’t he
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Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 2flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:02:48 UTC
Spence considers shaking his head, pushing Pete off, because he knows he can, he knows if he protests, really resists, Pete will let him go, but Pete’s fingers on his skin make his heart race, and yes, maybe he really wants to feel the rough slide of Pete’s cock in his mouth, deeper, Pete’s fingers in his hair, gripping hard
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Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3flimsyAugust 17 2007, 19:11:29 UTC
“Fuck me,” Spence pleads, voice hoarse, throat a little raw.
“Ngh,” Pete says and then Spence feels his cock nudge inside and he spreads his legs a little wider, pants pooling around his knees. Pete grips his hips, sinking in all the way and Spence pushes his forehead against the wall, whimpering. Pete’s chest presses against his back, his mouth finding Spencer’s neck again, kissing, sucking and licking, and Spence arches his back and pushes against Pete’s cock, solid and big inside him. Pete exhales slowly, controlled, and starts moving, short hard thrusts that make Spence growl in frustration.
“Please, please,” he grits out, reaching behind and grabbing Pete’s ass to pull him in harder. Pete swats his hand away and starts shoving into him a bit harder, building pace and intensity, until Spence has to push his hands against the wall hard to not lose his stance. It nearly hurts, the stretch of his cock, wide and thick, but Spencer’s nerves are on fire, sparks running down his spine and cock
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Re: Prompt #8 - Pete/Spencer, Part 3alwaysevenAugust 17 2007, 19:28:53 UTC
Thank you THANK YOU for taking my prompt and making it the HOTTEST THING EVER. God, with the looks and the begging and the kissing. Wow, that was amazing. AMAZING.
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I can’t, he says, but Gerard’s hand is over his, dipping the brush into a pot. He doesn’t even know what colour.
He’s petrified, frozen with fear, but Gerard just lifts his hand until it hovers over the canvas, supporting without pressure or direction, not showing him where to go. I’ll mess it up, Ryan says desperately, but Gerard doesn’t let him go.
He finally forces himself to trace one of the lines that’s already there, barely breathing as he applies the paint, heart pounding in his chest.
More, Gerard says, and Ryan tries, but his lines are uneven, shaky, the curves all wrong. The tree looks crooked and distressed, and Ryan doesn’t know how Gerard wanted it but he’s sure this isn’t it.
I can’t, he says again, helplessly. I can’t.Gerard doesn’t guide his hand, but he’s still holding Ryan’s wrist, keeping him there. His breath is soft against Ryan ( ... )
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There’s paint on his fingers. Ryan draws lines around Gerard’s eyes and they’re perfect, even when they’re not, and even more so when Gerard smiles. Gerard wipes away the colours from Ryan’s face and Ryan turns back to the mirror, drawing again, quicker this time.
He freezes up right when he’s nearly finished, when he sees what he’s done and for a second it’s all wrong, his stomach drops out and his hands shake and he can’t do this, it’s destroyed, he’s made a mess of everything.
Let go, Gerard says, and he moves the brush when Ryan can’t, until they’re painting together and it’s right again, it’s better.
It’s not perfect, Ryan says when they’re finished, looking at what they’ve created. He can still scrub this away and start over, he thinks. He could do it again ( ... )
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Although I'm kinda annoyed now though because you've just gone and done this prompt way, way better than I can :P.
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And I have like, three more up at the plate waiting to be finished. Like, one about, I don't know, lawyers?
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Thanks a bunch sweetie! <3<3<3
Oh god. Lawyers. Real life has been kicking my ass lately, but yes! We need to finish that! YES!
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“Ngh,” Pete says and then Spence feels his cock nudge inside and he spreads his legs a little wider, pants pooling around his knees. Pete grips his hips, sinking in all the way and Spence pushes his forehead against the wall, whimpering. Pete’s chest presses against his back, his mouth finding Spencer’s neck again, kissing, sucking and licking, and Spence arches his back and pushes against Pete’s cock, solid and big inside him. Pete exhales slowly, controlled, and starts moving, short hard thrusts that make Spence growl in frustration.
“Please, please,” he grits out, reaching behind and grabbing Pete’s ass to pull him in harder. Pete swats his hand away and starts shoving into him a bit harder, building pace and intensity, until Spence has to push his hands against the wall hard to not lose his stance. It nearly hurts, the stretch of his cock, wide and thick, but Spencer’s nerves are on fire, sparks running down his spine and cock ( ... )
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i hope you like it.
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