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

"So Frank, anything special?" Ray asked as he pulled the carton of milk from the refrigerator. He opened it and took a long drink.
"Remember how my mentor runs around pantless?" Frank retorted. He stabbed his fork into his spaghetti. "'Cause, you know it's hot and shit outside." Ray nodded in agreement. "Well, he was ass naked today and he accidentally slapped me in the face with his dick."
Ray looked at him in awe and then started laughing so hard. He fell out of his chair and clutched his stomach. "Bro, you got Teabagged. "
Frank flushed and said, "Not so loud, Curly-Cues."
"Was it a big dick"
"Yeah, in particular-hey, why are you asking this?"He stabbed his plate again, hearing a scratch and crack. "Is it because I'm gay"
"Frankie, we're both gay."
"You are?"
"What did you think I was doing to Mikey last night?"
"I'm not really sure. I thought it was some weird dance or shit."
Ray rose an eyebrow. "I was fucking him up the ass."
Frank made a strange face and just stared at the plate he'd broken for a few minutes. Then he said, "Well, that explains a lot. Like how I never can play video games with you guys or how all my condoms are always gone."
"Frankie, who are you going to be screwing? You're a twenty-three year old virgin, standing at '5"3 who ignores almost any hot person tossed your way. You read comic books and manga all day, you forget to eat unless I force you to and you study all day even if you don't have to. "
"Though all of that is true, I think I am quite fuckable. And I will prove it...when I feel like it. For right now, I feel like dying inside."

Notes

Poor baby Frank. Pray to The Emo Trinity for him, alright?
Frerard