Torture Of Small Talk

EIGHT

After their little rondeau, frank headed home, the red head accompanied him happily.

Frank just wanted to go home and lounge around with Gerard.
He wanted to listen to the older man talk about his day, talk about anything.
He wanted to make a little dinner- as in order take out and play stupid games with Gerard like strip truth or dare, don't judge him.
Could you blame frank though? Gerard naked was a gift sent from a higher power, perfection in its truest form.

Frank wanted to shower, maybe Gerard would join and they'd have steamy shower sex, wash each others hair or even just sit on the floor of the porcelain tub and talk, make out, just look at each other as the water came down like rain, until eventually the water got cold and they jumped out like bats out of hell.

Frank just wanted to enjoy his day but that seemed out of the question when he had gotten a call or rather two voice mails before a third incoming call.

Frank had just walked into his beat apartment when he heard the familiar ring in his back pocket.
With a sigh, he took out his phone.
And unknown number appeared on the screen but frank thought little of it as he presses the green 'talk' button.

"Y'ello?" Frank spoke, kicking off his shoes by the door, Gerard did the same.

"Hey, baby. Guess who?"

What.

What?

Nah it couldn't be...could it?

"Uh, I dunno, Michelle Obama?"

He heard Gerard snicker as he made himself at home, going into the kitchen- probably to make coffee.

"As snarky as always. No, baby, its Andy."

Fuck.

Ok ok, no big deal, right?
Andy was in prison, probably phoning him like he did his family and close friends.
Not like he had gotten out...right?

"Andy..who?"

Nice save, Frank.

"Aw, come on, princess. Don't tell me you forgot about me. Andy. Andy Berisack. Use that pretty brain of yours and think"
His deep voice sounded slightly impatient, threatening even.
As though if frank didn't remember he'd reach through the phone and strangle him.
Not the first time he'd have put his hands on frank, that motherfucker.

"Oh yeah. What do you want?"
Frank made his way to his room, closing his door that hung by one hinge.
He didn't want Gerard hearing his conversation.
God knows what Andy wanted to walk about and god knows what frank would have to say in response.

"Well, I just got out on probation. A year of community service and all that shit."

Just Frank's luck.

"And you're calling me because?.."
Frank was now the impatient sounding one. More like annoyed now that Andy had chuckled deeply into the receiver.

"I wanna see you, baby. Aren't you happy I'm out? Thought you'd be a little more excited. We had something good before I was locked up "