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steve dangle: mentions how ripped rich clune is

Me:

[ryans-adventures-in-space]

Masterpost | Part I | Part II

Shut Down and Pose as Positive // Part III - M.O.N.E.Y.

Drink slow, to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown.

Frank’s first impression of Gerard isn’t one he’s proud of.

Gerard was sprawled out on the couch with a bottle of beer spilled on his chest, and though he was conscious, he wasn’t there enough to do more than wave his hand weakly and turn his head.

Mikey was sick in the toilet bowl and they left as soon as they could.

Whenever Mikey gets sick from seeing Gerard, they just lean against each other and watch the blurry beams of yellow-white light and the occasional stripes of brake light red through the fogged up windscreen and Frank wishes Gerard wasn’t destroying Mikey the way Gerard is destroying himself.

Frank pulls Mikey into his side when Mikey slides into the van and doesn’t talk to him, and Mikey folds into his chest like it doesn’t feel uncomfortable to twist his spine over the hand break and the built-in ashtray between the two front seats.  Frank knows Mikey still remembers the older brother who used to steal his cereal just to be an annoying brother, not because he even liked cereal. The person who used to debate comics and accuracy in movies until the early morning hours.

“He’s started on meth,” Mikey says, breath catching in his throat halfway through, and he chokes out the final words in a sob.

Frank breathes, because it’s worse than he thought, pulls Mikey half onto his lap, and doesn’t protest when his shirt gets damp.

They get drunk after that, and it’s a feel-better method that takes Mikey’s mind off his brother’s addictions and onto whatever else catches his eye.

He’s not sure when it happens, but suddenly they stop talking about Gerard, because it’s like he’s toxic, like he’s a broken nuclear plant, his radiation killing off everything within a hundred miles of him; that’s what he does, what he’s doing to Mikey.

Frank has only met Gerard twice since the first time; the first he was incoherent, trying to say something about the fridge with a frown on his face, and the second he was passed out on the couch with a syringe on the floor and vomit in his hair.

The van is more a home than their own homes now, and Frank realises he hasn’t actually been to his mum’s for tea in weeks.  The car lights they watch through the windows and the smells of alcohol and weed that cling to their clothes and surround the van like a shield are more familiar than their own bedrooms.

Frank didn’t notice until he’d curled up on the back seat next to Mikey and saw Pansy sticking out slightly from under a couple of spare blankets in the boot, her case propped up on the back door and held there by a small pile of clothes, his and Mikey’s. While he can’t remember putting them in there; he can’t remember them not being there either.

He looks at them again before slipping a couple of fingers through one of the bands on Mikey’s wrist, a black paper day pass to some theme park he hasn’t cut off yet, and curls up so his knees fit up against Mikey’s stomach. Mikey’s leg shifts and his foot hits the door lightly just as Frank falls asleep.

Gerard ends up passing out on an elderly neighbour’s porch, and ends up hospitalised. Mikey’s mum stops Mikey from going, even going as far as to call Linda to prevent letting Mikey even think about entering the hospital. Frank has to agree though; once Mikey got in, no one would be able to get him out.

So Mikey and Frank live at Linda’s for the following weeks, sleeping curled up together in Frank’s old double bed and eating side by side on the lumpy couch that is usually Mikey’s sleeping quarters when they stay the night.

When Gerard finally gets released, he moves back in with Donna, and Mikey and Gerard’s apartment is put up for sale.

Frank puts Mikey’s guitar in the boot of the van and his bass in Frank’s wardrobe, along with Frank’s other two guitars. They end up jamming together in the van without plugging in their guitars, and though the sound is quiet and Mikey is pretty shit, it’s nice.

“I auditioned for Pencey,” Mikey says and Frank’s fingers stutter on the strings, stumbling over chords he knows off by heart.

Frank doesn’t actually remember Mikey auditioning. In fact he didn’t even know Mikey had auditioned.

“What for?” Frank says finally, and Mikey looks at him with large eyes from behind his glasses.

Mikey plays the shittiest riff ever known to man and says, “Rhythm,” with a slight grin.

Frank and Mikey smoke up and visit Gerard in the same day, but Gerard doesn’t say anything. He just grins and says, “I’m re-reading these comics, right, and I actually had forgotten some of the dialog. Mikey can you believe—” and Frank knows Gerard can smell it in their clothes, wafting through the air inside Gerard's basement, but he still doesn’t say anything, so maybe he’s not going to stop them.

Frank’s opinion of Gerard just skyrocketed from ‘yeah, okay,’ to ‘best person ever, seriously’. Mikey grins at him like Frank finally understands.

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Mikey's got green on his elbows and jeans, grass stains from falling over on Linda's front lawn, and he's idly scratching at them. He's successful in only getting a layer of green under his fingernails and there’s a smudge just above his eyebrow from readjusting his hair.

Frank's skin feels tighter than usual now that he's had a shower. He’s only wrapped in a towel, but the air is still so hot and sticky that he doesn’t even bother putting clothes on.

Gerard has a deck of cards and is shuffling them slowly, stumbling and dropping cards onto the table every few seconds. Neither Frank nor Mikey are particularly emotionally invested in card games, but Gerard’s just so fucking ernest that neither of them could refuse when he’d held up the deck with a hopeful smile.

He starts dealing, cards messily thrown on the table in the general direction of Frank and Mikey and neatly piled in front of himself, until there's two abstract piles of seven spread halfway across the table and a perfectly stacked pile on the opposite side.

“What are we playing for?” Frank asks. Maybe he’ll play seriously if there’s a cool reward. Mikey’s separating their cards awkwardly, with his knees up against his chest and his arm stretched over the top of them.

Gerard pulls up a stack of CD’s and says, “Mikey’s Smiths albums,” and Mikey stops splitting the piles, looks up at Gerard for a second, and then literally jumps over the table in a practiced move that Frank didn’t even know he could do. Gerard’s chair goes backwards, hitting the floor with a distinct thud. They’re wrestling awkwardly, but Frank knows Mikey’s going to win.

The cards are sprawled all over the table, discarded, and Frank rounds them up and puts them back in their box. They aren’t going to be used tonight.

Part IV

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Masterpost | Part I

Shut Down and Pose as Positive // Part II - The City

You wanna find love, then you know where the city is.

The City is where you go if you want to fall in love with a nameless body for a night and leave the next morning with no need for an explanation.

The City’s in an alley in a kind of hidden ‘Castro’ district, not visible from the streets, but just as alive. It’s nowhere near as well-known either, just a collection of back-alley buildings disguised as restaurants and cafés and dance studios in the day. The City is a day-time vegetarian restaurant, going by the name ‘Hot and Ugly’, and owned by a New Yorker who left the City for another one that caters to exploring your sexuality.

It’s five bucks at the door and invite or regular only, because they don’t want people here who aren’t willing to support the establishment, and assholes who are just there to fuck and run, not socialise. Everyone knows everyone; new people are new for around five minutes, and if they’re a fuck and runner, they don’t get re-invited.

There’s a band playing jazz on the stage, audible from every room, in the background as you fuck or get fucked by a friend you don’t even know the name of.

Gabe Saporta roams around the stage, the wall, the bar and then Mikey, but Frank doesn’t care that his best friend is being stolen because he’s got a girl, short and pretty, with bright red lipstick, a short skirt and a tee advertising a band Frank’s never heard of.

They get a room and he accidentally rips her skirt, but she just giggles and says, “At least it’s not the shirt,” and Frank giggles back and goes back to sucking on her thighs as his fingers press into her.

Frank goes to The City twice a month, but Mikey goes twice a week, because he likes fucking and getting fucked, and Frank has no shame in admitting the same.

The next time Frank goes, he picks up a thick, broad shouldered guy, who is the biggest cockslut Frank’s ever met.

Frank fucks him with a dildo while the guy sucks his cock, and he comes on Frank’s face after just being brushed by Frank’s fingers.

Frank grins and runs a finger through the come and sucks it into his mouth, relishing in the needy moan it pulls from the nameless guy.

Mikey and Frank fuck too, when they’re so high they giggle when the come or so drunk they barely remember how to jerk someone off.

It’s one hell of an experience when Mikey accidentally falls out of the van when he grabs onto the door latch just as Frank fucks into him. There’s no one around though, because they’re parked on the third storey of a mall carpark that doesn’t get locked at night, and it’s around three or four in the morning; they don’t check the time. Though they’ve got enough grazes and scrapes that they look like they’ve been mugged, they laugh and curl up together in the back of the van, naked, and, like a couple of teenagers who’ve discovered weed, giggle until they figure out how to sleep.

Frank’s person of choice tonight is a woman taller than him and willowy, but fucks him with a green strap-on, bigger than any cock he’s taken before, and she manages to hit his prostate dead on, first try.

She has faux-leather pants and a black shirt that stretches across her braless chest, her nipple piercings visible through the tight fabric, and after she fucks him, he eats her out and is fascinated by her clit piercing.

She comes with a gasp into the pillow, but stands up immediately afterwards and pulls her clothes on, kissing Frank so thoroughly he feels like he’s been ripped in half and put back together with sellotape and a will strong enough to kill a swarm of zombies dead, before she walks out of the door like she was never even there.

They go to Frank’s mum’s house for tea when they can, and Mikey sleeps in the lounge on the lumpy black sofa-bed and Frank in his upstairs room, with the walls covered in posters and tickets to shows stuck on the inside of his wardrobe doors.

Sometimes Frank goes downstairs to Mikey and blows him on the sofa-bed with his knees on the ornate rug on the floor and Mikey sitting on the edge, holding him steady with fingers tangled in Frank’s hair, but they both prefer it when Mikey goes upstairs and they fuck on Frank’s old double bed, mindful of the creek it makes when someone bounces, because Linda’s in the room across the hallway and they don’t want to wake her up.

They have breakfast in the morning and they both know she knows, but Frank isn’t embarrassed like he would’ve been if the person he’s hooking up with wasn’t his best friend, wasn’t Mikey.

Frank sees her pull Mikey aside after Mikey’s had thirds of the leftover vegetable casserole, and Frank smiles around his maple syrup porridge at his mum when she and Mikey return to table.

She smiles, asks Mikey if he would like some of Frank’s leftover porridge and both Frank and Linda laugh at the face he makes at the prospect of eating porridge made with almond milk.

Frank and Mikey go back to The City, but this time they pick together, and Gabe is a good choice. He grins and looks at them both from his spot against the wall, then calls for a key.

Frank groans as Gabe fucks into him in one go, feels Mikey stroking his back lightly as he sucks Mikey’s cock, and Gabe swears when he notices and fucks Frank faster. Gabe jacks Frank’s cock and Frank’s hand slips a little on Mikey’s thigh, thumb resting on Mikey’s tattoo.

Frank sees Mikey scrunch up his nose and squint a little, and Frank knows he’s close, but it’s Gabe that comes first, biting down on one of Frank’s tattoos.

In the van later, Mikey fucks Frank, and he’s rough, bruising Frank’s thighs and Frank knows he’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but in the now, he thrusts back, groans when Mikey fucks him just right, and comes on the stained backseat.

Mikey comes on Frank’s back and they curl up under a dirty blanket, with a sticky patch that Frank thinks is beer, but can’t remember who did it and how long ago.

He sighs as Mikey tucks his knees up and curls into Frank in a way that shouldn’t be possible with how tall he is, but Frank just wraps himself around Mikey and pulls the blanket up higher.

Part III

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Masterpost

Shut Down and Pose as Positive // Part I - The 1975

Midnight. Car lights.

Frank first got the van when he was seventeen.

Just before handing over the key, his mother had sat him down and made him promise he wouldn’t crash it. “If you’re serious about this band thing,” Linda said, “I want you to have it. I haven’t driven it in years.”

The van is one of the best things that’s ever happened to Frank, even though the band thing didn’t work out as Frank had planned.

It’s big enough to fit three people, at least, in each row and sometimes Frank and Mikey Way smoke up with the middle and back rows’ seats down and the headrests off, sitting in the boot. They lay down afterwards and eat until they can’t move and then fall asleep, Frank usually sprawled out over as much of Mikey as he can.

Something they do sometimes is drive around Jersey; watching the sleeping state and just finding a place to see hurried cars on highways.

The beams of light, both yellow and red, catch their eyes as they lounge around, listening to whatever tapes they have mostly the Stones.

They sometimes do drugs harder than weed, but they never drive anywhere when they’ve got coke lines on the dash, parked in a rest stop Frank’s band stayed at for a couple of nights while they played shows in three separate clubs and tried to be edgy.

Now Frank’s got more tattoos and piercings he actually looks edgy, but he’d never tell his younger self that at risk of being punched in the nose.

Mikey’s got a tattoo as well, a tiny key on his inner thigh, hidden from everyone’s prying eyes, and shaped like the van key, and Frank grins every time he’s between Mikey’s thighs and sucks it into his mouth. When he lets it go, the skin is around it is almost as dark as the black of the tattoo.

They have a stash of alcohol in the back, and every week they contribute another six-pack or a bottle of tequila, and every week they deplete their stash of the cheap, warm alcohol that looks and tastes like piss.

Frank’s a little ashamed he can even get drunk off the beer, but Mikey can too, so he doesn’t take it too personally when he gets the hiccups and grins when Mikey belches and scratches his nose.

They once got drunk and stoned early on, before even leaving Mikey’s mum’s driveway, and they almost crash the van, but she made it out alive with only a thin scratch where a branch got a bit more generous with its friendly groping.

They tend not to remember that day as the day they had an awesome high.

The van though, she hangs around and both Mikey and Frank appreciate it more than they know they do.

Part II

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Shut Down and Pose as Positive Masterpost

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while. It’s based off the songs from The 1975′s self titled album, which makes me think of driving through the city at night-time, with the stark black shadows of tree branches and beams of soft yellow streetlights.

Title: Shut Down and Pose as Positive

Author: ryans-adventures-in-space

Words: ---

Summary: What happens in the van, stays in the van.

Please note: I am quite busy right now (with the Expectations’verse) and I’ve posted the chapters of SDPP that I’ve finished, but more might not be up for a while. Thanks for being patient =^-^=.

Part I - The 1975 | 474 | A

Midnight. Car lights.

Part II - The City | 1114 | Z

You wanna find love, then you know where The City is.

Part III - M.O.N.E.Y | 1181 | A

Drink slow, to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown.

Part IV - Chocolate

Oh, my car smells like chocolate.

Part V - Sex

And this is how it starts.

Part VI - Talk!

Phone calls to back home, delayed.

Part VII - An Encounter

An Encounter.

Part VIII - Heart Out

We’re watching the television with no sound.

Part IX - Settle Down

Your words, my mouth.

Part X - Robbers

Now everybody’s dead.

Part XI - Girls

She could be what you need. But she’s seventeen.

Part XII - 12

12

Part XIII - She Way Out

Tension’s overflowing.

Part XIV - Menswear

She’s dressed in white and putting off crying.

Part XV - Pressure

Overdramatic, automatic.

Part XVI - Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You

I stop by, just to wash my clothes.