It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish

The day wasn't anything special. Frank just was told how to use the computers and how to login. He was given a card with a username and password on it . He tapped in easily and awaited more instruction.
"Well?" Frank asked, innocently gazing up at Gerard.
"Oh, well damn," Gerard replied around a mouthful of a vanilla cake pop Frank got him from Starbucks. He scratched his messy red hair. "Never thought we'd get this far. "
"What's that supposed to mean?" Frank asked, intrigued. He spun around in the chair to face Gerard, who was digging through a drawer. He got a face full of his ass, clad in those tight pants. Frank blushed and spun back around, cheeks flushed pink.
"Well, y'see, I'm a bit of a wild child," Gerard retorted. "I drive most interns to the near brink of insanity. They expect some old guy to warble out some words as he slowly dies from lung cancer." Gerard turned around, a disc in his fingers. "But no, not me. I'm younger than most animators, laid back and, agin, the Ballpit conotation."
Gerard noticed Frank's flushd cheeks. "Hey, you okay buddy?" Gerard asked. "Sorry if it's hot in here. You're free to get naked."
That didn't help Frank's embarrassment at all. "Alright, insert this disc into the computer and watch."
Frank fumbled with retrieving the disc, unable to look Gerard in the eye. That ass though, he thought. It was a perfectly nice ass. Small yet plump and round. Wait-why was he thinking about this? He was supposed to be inserting the disc.
When the deed was done, he looked to Gerard for more instructions. He found Gerard on the countertop, his pants off and tied around his head. "What are you doing?" Frank asked out of curiosity.
Gerard gave him a look and twiddled the now-empty stick in his mouth. "Ballpit, man. Two things are free in this room: my imagination and my balls. Pressing on..."
Frank barely listened, still dazed ffom the ass-enning he'd just experienced. He chimed in and out on key parts, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. The door to the room swung open and a really tall guy came in. He had black hipster-frmaed glasses on, his blue hoodie unzipped revealing a white shirt. He had his brown hair styled in something similar to a quiff and was carrying a few papers and sporting a huge grin.
"Hey, Geebear," he said cheerily. He nodded in acknowledgement at Frank. "Hey. You an intern?"
Frank simply nodded, his mouth feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton.
"Patrick's done with the script and the storyboard's just about there," he announced.
"Frank, this buffoonish-looking individual is my dear friend, Brendon," Gerard announced. "Brandy, this is Frank."
"Nice to meet you," Frank said. He began to shake Brendon's hand but Brendon gave him a fist bump instead.
"Sup, bro," Brendon replied casually. "I'm sure that Gee's shown you the ropes, considering that his ballsack is hanging from his underwear."
"Do your balls hang low, do they wobble to the floor? Can you tie em in a knot?" Gerard sang playfully.
"Can you tie em in a bow?" Brendon finished.

They both laughed and Frank smiled a bit. Cool guys. He already liked it here.

Notes

That song is the shit.