FAVORITE PARTS: "next thing Frank knows he's on his feet too, hauling Gerard away from it by the back of his collar." like, "goddamnit motherfucker, I am going to protect you and the chair from each other and I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY." HEART HEART HEART
"I think you wanna make it hurt," Gerard says, his voice lowered but not enough, there's no real wall between them and the other inmates, no cover of darkness to hide in. "Not the way some guys wanna make it hurt, but enough to leave something behind. Fingerprint bruises, bite-mark braille. That kinda thing. And not just 'cause you want to. 'Cause you've got to." Oh my god. Bite-mark braille is my new favorite phrase. Everything about that little monologue is just smoking fucking hot and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Gerard bucks, back heaving again as he chokes on a thick gurgle. Frank holds on harder and keeps his fingers jammed deep, ignoring the sharp scrape of Gerard's tiny wicked teeth on his knuckles. Then he thinks better of it and wedges his thumb in there too, keeping Gerard's mouth pried open so he doesn't snap Frank's fingers clean off." WHY IS THAT HOT? THAT'S NOT HOT. (Jesusfuck, it's totally hot.)
And in the same vein - "Calmly sponging sticky bile off Gerard's throat, Frank says, 'You fucked up.'" WHY IS THAT SWEET? THAT'S NOT SWEET. (It's heartbreakingly sweet, it's protective, it's vivid, it's perfect.)
And then there's Gerard stepping up on the other side of that same coin - "Gerard sluggishly turns to face the open cell door. He blinks a couple times, his eyes dark and unfocused. 'I won't get in the way. I'll behave. I won't even--' He stops and breathes deeply, like it's taking almost as much effort for him to get air into his lungs as it is for Frank. 'No more needles.'" Protective, strong, and finding some way to stand up for himself, too. GERARD. <3_____________<3 And of course the way Gee and Ray team up to nursemaid Frank, did I MENTION how ADORABLE that was? It was amazingly adorable.
And then, absolutely everything about this: "'It's not so bad, Frankie,' Gerard says, lips soft and chapped on the slant of Frank's jaw. 'That's gotta be worth something, coming from somebody as royally fucked up as me.' 'Oh Jesus.' Frank swipes at his face with the back of his arm. 'Fuck me, it kinda does.' 'See?' Gerard says, bumping Frank's cheek with his nose. 'Baby, it's not so bad.' Before the noise burbling in Frank's chest gets a chance to leak free, he tangles a fist in Gerard's hair and yanks him in again. It doesn't really stop the sound from escaping, but it's easier to pretend neither of them heard it while he's got his tongue in Gerard's mouth and Gerard's hand is slipping into his shorts." I CAN'T EVEN. Just EVERYTHING.
Mikey. In some ways, Mikey was one of my favorite characters in this, not just because he got Gerard out, but because of his presence, and the whole one-question thing, his brief diatribe about not giving a shit what kind of love, and the way it inspired Frank's response.
And of course the ENTIRE LAST SECTION. Which I won't quote here. No, really. Just my favorite-favorite-favorite part of it: "He's got Gerard's sketchbook tucked under one arm and Gerard hasn't looked at it once, but he knows it's there." What a PERFECT detail.
It was a fantastic story, and I really enjoyed it.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:12 pm (UTC)FAVORITE PARTS:
"next thing Frank knows he's on his feet too, hauling Gerard away from it by the back of his collar." like, "goddamnit motherfucker, I am going to protect you and the chair from each other and I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY." HEART HEART HEART
"I think you wanna make it hurt," Gerard says, his voice lowered but not enough, there's no real wall between them and the other inmates, no cover of darkness to hide in. "Not the way some guys wanna make it hurt, but enough to leave something behind. Fingerprint bruises, bite-mark braille. That kinda thing. And not just 'cause you want to. 'Cause you've got to." Oh my god. Bite-mark braille is my new favorite phrase. Everything about that little monologue is just smoking fucking hot and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Gerard bucks, back heaving again as he chokes on a thick gurgle. Frank holds on harder and keeps his fingers jammed deep, ignoring the sharp scrape of Gerard's tiny wicked teeth on his knuckles. Then he thinks better of it and wedges his thumb in there too, keeping Gerard's mouth pried open so he doesn't snap Frank's fingers clean off." WHY IS THAT HOT? THAT'S NOT HOT. (Jesusfuck, it's totally hot.)
And in the same vein - "Calmly sponging sticky bile off Gerard's throat, Frank says, 'You fucked up.'" WHY IS THAT SWEET? THAT'S NOT SWEET. (It's heartbreakingly sweet, it's protective, it's vivid, it's perfect.)
And then there's Gerard stepping up on the other side of that same coin - "Gerard sluggishly turns to face the open cell door. He blinks a couple times, his eyes dark and unfocused. 'I won't get in the way. I'll behave. I won't even--' He stops and breathes deeply, like it's taking almost as much effort for him to get air into his lungs as it is for Frank. 'No more needles.'" Protective, strong, and finding some way to stand up for himself, too. GERARD. <3_____________<3 And of course the way Gee and Ray team up to nursemaid Frank, did I MENTION how ADORABLE that was? It was amazingly adorable.
And then, absolutely everything about this: "'It's not so bad, Frankie,' Gerard says, lips soft and chapped on the slant of Frank's jaw. 'That's gotta be worth something, coming from somebody as royally fucked up as me.'
'Oh Jesus.' Frank swipes at his face with the back of his arm. 'Fuck me, it kinda does.'
'See?' Gerard says, bumping Frank's cheek with his nose. 'Baby, it's not so bad.'
Before the noise burbling in Frank's chest gets a chance to leak free, he tangles a fist in Gerard's hair and yanks him in again. It doesn't really stop the sound from escaping, but it's easier to pretend neither of them heard it while he's got his tongue in Gerard's mouth and Gerard's hand is slipping into his shorts." I CAN'T EVEN. Just EVERYTHING.
Mikey. In some ways, Mikey was one of my favorite characters in this, not just because he got Gerard out, but because of his presence, and the whole one-question thing, his brief diatribe about not giving a shit what kind of love, and the way it inspired Frank's response.
And of course the ENTIRE LAST SECTION. Which I won't quote here. No, really. Just my favorite-favorite-favorite part of it: "He's got Gerard's sketchbook tucked under one arm and Gerard hasn't looked at it once, but he knows it's there." What a PERFECT detail.
It was a fantastic story, and I really enjoyed it.