A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme

[kat_lair]

So, I’ve been whinging about this to a couple people (pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…

 

Smack Your Bitch Up – A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme

 

Comment-fic, speculation, random perving and photo essays about the most spankable ass in Bandom all welcome. Anon-commenting is enabled and IP tracking off, in case someone wants to letch anonymously. All pairings and all ratings, just please provide both in the subject line. Also, feel free to pimp widely.

Get to it. Over my knee, bitch. Now.

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Re: Ever notice how LJ is like Democracy? It sucks, but everything else is worse.

[revelininsanity.livejournal.com]

It's almost a shock, like static in a cold night, when Patrick's hand twines into his hair. It's accompanied by a smooth, almost gentle voice.

"It's okay. We didn't forget you."

Gerard looks up, over his shoulder and sees Patrick smile down at him encouragingly.

"What do you want, Gerard?"

Gerard stares, foolishly, with his mouth open and eyes a little too wide. He waits too long, utterly confused at being here as part of it all, not just as the conduit between the two, that he simply has no answer. Patrick laughs at him, but not unkindly, and it's echoed by Pete, a bridge of sound.

"I know what I want," Pete says, thrusting his cock against Gerard's cheek. Gerard flinches automatically, but it's not quick enough, and he gets a mouthful before he's ready. He gags a little, trying to open his throat for it.

Patrick reaches up and slaps Pete's face, almost gently.

"Be nice."

Pete pouts, but pulls away, against Gerard's protests.

"It's okay," he says, when his breath is back, words tumbling out over each other. "I like it, can I? Patrick, can I suck him?"

Re: Ever notice how LJ is like Democracy? It sucks, but everything else is worse.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Patrick tilts his head enquiringly. “You feel you need permission?”

“Yes.” Gerard doesn’t even need to think about it. “Pete’s yours. I won’t touch him unless you say I can.”

Both Patrick and Pete inhale sharply, in weird echo of their off-key harmony, and Gerard realises he just voiced something neither of them has yet admitted out loud. Beneath his hands he can feel Pete starting to shake, fine tremors running up and down his thighs.

That seems to knock Patrick out of his surprise. “Okay, okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Pete, leaving Gerard trapped in the maze of their legs. “We’re good here Pete. We’re good. I got you. You’re mine.”

Patrick drops one of his hands back down, cupping the back Gerard’s neck. “You too, there’s a place for you here if you want it. You did well, Gerard.”

Gerard feels a little light-headed. It’s not a casual offer and he can’t think past the haze of swirling emotions. Instead he presses his mouth over the hard ridge of Pete’s erection, feeling the shape of it under the denim. “Please,” he whispers, unable to focus on anything properly, eyes roaming hungrily over the two men standing on either side of him.

Pete is rubbing his face against the crook of Patrick’s shoulder, whining like a wounded animal. “Please,” he says too. “Please Patrick, let him.”

Re: Ever notice how LJ is like Democracy? It sucks, but everything else is worse.

[revelininsanity.livejournal.com]

"Calm down, Pete," Patrick's voice is soft, but amused. He reaches up and presses Pete's face further into his shoulder, stilling him. The mood softens, almost imperceptibly and Gerard leans against Patrick, sighing, almost not feeling the hand tangling deeper into his hair.

Almost, that is, until it tightens and tugs, lightly. He's pulled back and away, not unkindly, but he whimpers, anyways and he's rewarded by a gentler touch, petting.

"Look at how pretty he is," Patrick says, and maybe he should feel objectified, dehumanized, or whatever, but instead all he can do is preen, just a little. "Look at those lips."

Pete's breath quickens and he whines.

Gerard looks up at him, the lines the sweat is making in his eyeliner, the fall of his hair over his eyes, the swell of his lips, then lets his eyes fall and nuzzles again at the hard line of his cock through the denim. It's like sandpaper on his cheek and he wants, he want so bad.

"I know," Patrick's voice is rich and soft, like the most expensive silk. "He's just made for this, right? Every time I see him I can't believe he's real." Gerard parts his lips and moans around Patrick's fingers as that hand slides around and presses against his mouth. "He's so good at it, too, Pete. So good."

"Please."

It's running through his head so loud he almost can't believe it's not him speaking and he has to look up to confirm.

"Please," Pete moans, whines. "Please, Patrick, I want his mouth, want it so bad, please."

Patrick cocks his head, keeps petting Gerard, and smiles.

Ever notice how I'm really slow about responding... sigh.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

“Yes,” he says finally, and Pete and Gerard both slump in relief, Pete against Patrick’s shoulder, Gerard against his legs.

“But you got to do something for me.” Patrick lifts Pete’s head up, traces a thumb over his cheekbones gently. “Keep your eyes open. The whole time.” Patrick’s fingers tighten suddenly, grasping Pete’s jaw. “I want you to pay attention. There’s a lot you can learn from Gerard.”

The implication is pretty clear and Pete nods, wide-eyed, head jerking awkwardly in Patrick’s grip.

Gerard bites his lips to stop from making noise. He thinks about Pete on his knees in front of Patrick, about his dark eyes and wide, wide smile that invites the whole world to share his secrets and how it will look swallowing down Patrick’s. He feels a brief tap against the side of his neck, recognises it as the permission it is and reaches up to flip open the button of Pete’s jeans.

The zipper opens readily and Gerard hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls. His hands aren’t shaking at all.

“Pete, Pete. Eyes open,” Patrick says and Gerard looks up to see him holding Pete’s head between both of his hands. When Gerard’s mouth closes around Pete’s cock, Patrick seals his own lips around Pete’s, kissing him for the first time.

It's cool. This has been a crazy month, you know?

[revelininsanity.livejournal.com]

Gerard almost pulls off when he sees that, all lips and tongue and sweetness, but Pete's watching him, and pulls him back down. Gerard doesn't protest, but Patrick sees and smacks Pete upside the head.

"He needs to breathe, you dork," he admonishes. "You okay, Gerard?"

"Mm-hm." Gerard nods and goes back to sucking, mouth full, Pete heavy on his tongue. THe room goes quiet again, except for little breaths and moans.

Re: It's cool. This has been a crazy month, you know?

[lillithschild.livejournal.com]

You guys need to put this in story form. And do more of the Pete Patrick thing.

Love ya