Everyone seems to want that one! This is very encouraging. :D Mostly I'm having trouble getting into Ray's head to write it, but once I figure that out, it should be better.
"Really, Bob, you have to sit still if this is going to work."
Frank is frowning impatiently at him and Bob squirms a little, uncomfortable with having Frank so close, leaning into his personal space. Also, he's not sure when he agreed to dress up at all, let alone as Frankenstein's monster. He's too fucking easy, that's what it is--he can't say no to that little asshole, never could.
Frank, of course, is a really short dr Frankenstein, dressed in a bloody white coat and waving a makeup kit around--apparently he wants Bob to be green.
Leaning back to avoid Frank's outstretched hand, Bob swears. "Frank, fuck, be careful, please. I need to see the drums in order to work for your band, remember, so if you could avoid poking my fucking eyes out, that'd be nice."
Frank makes an impatient noise and crawls into Bob's lap, straddling him and hanging on, laughing when Bob tries to push him off. "Come on," he says, sliding his left hand into Bob's hair. "Sit still."
Bob freezes when he feels the pull and breathes out, shakier than he likes. Goddamn Frank, anyway. Too fucking perceptive.
He closes his eyes when Frank starts to paint his face, tries to pretend he's just getting made up for a show (not very helpful, that, it's not like he likes it), but he can't help but lean into Frank's grip on his hair. Just a little.
"Hey," Frank says, voice low. "I'm, I'm done with the green, I think."
Bob opens his eyes slowly, and shit, Frank is really close now, nose practically nudging Bob's cheek. "What--" he tries, voice cracking.
"Hey," Frank says again, smiling quietly and, and, okay, so he's kissing Bob. That's what this is.
And he's still pulling at Bob's hair. Fucker.
Bob breathes in and gets his hands up to do something, push Frank off maybe, but he finds himself dragging Frank in close, close, and kissing him back. He spares a thought for the green face paint, which must be getting smeared all over Frank's face, too, but he decides it's Frank's own fault, really. Maybe they'll both be zombies, instead.
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Date: 2009-10-08 11:32 am (UTC)"Really, Bob, you have to sit still if this is going to work."
Frank is frowning impatiently at him and Bob squirms a little, uncomfortable with having Frank so close, leaning into his personal space. Also, he's not sure when he agreed to dress up at all, let alone as Frankenstein's monster. He's too fucking easy, that's what it is--he can't say no to that little asshole, never could.
Frank, of course, is a really short dr Frankenstein, dressed in a bloody white coat and waving a makeup kit around--apparently he wants Bob to be green.
Leaning back to avoid Frank's outstretched hand, Bob swears. "Frank, fuck, be careful, please. I need to see the drums in order to work for your band, remember, so if you could avoid poking my fucking eyes out, that'd be nice."
Frank makes an impatient noise and crawls into Bob's lap, straddling him and hanging on, laughing when Bob tries to push him off. "Come on," he says, sliding his left hand into Bob's hair. "Sit still."
Bob freezes when he feels the pull and breathes out, shakier than he likes. Goddamn Frank, anyway. Too fucking perceptive.
He closes his eyes when Frank starts to paint his face, tries to pretend he's just getting made up for a show (not very helpful, that, it's not like he likes it), but he can't help but lean into Frank's grip on his hair. Just a little.
"Hey," Frank says, voice low. "I'm, I'm done with the green, I think."
Bob opens his eyes slowly, and shit, Frank is really close now, nose practically nudging Bob's cheek. "What--" he tries, voice cracking.
"Hey," Frank says again, smiling quietly and, and, okay, so he's kissing Bob. That's what this is.
And he's still pulling at Bob's hair. Fucker.
Bob breathes in and gets his hands up to do something, push Frank off maybe, but he finds himself dragging Frank in close, close, and kissing him back. He spares a thought for the green face paint, which must be getting smeared all over Frank's face, too, but he decides it's Frank's own fault, really. Maybe they'll both be zombies, instead.