“Ew!” I exclaimed and wrinkled my nose. He giggled, doubling over. “Screw you,” I muttered, chuckling a little bit. I couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long. {Gee and Frankie goof around and call each other names. Pure fluff. Slash, Frerard. Oneshot. Very coarse language. Play-fighting and similar shenanigans ensue.}