Bartholomew was crouched high up in a tree, watching Frankie. They were playing a game, only Frankie wasn't aware of it. That didn't matter though, because Bartholomew knew, and that's all that was actually important.
Frankie wandered around, looking around the park, trying to figure out where his little Hunter had gone before stopped and leaning against a tree, frowning. He didn't know what Bartholomew was trying to do by disappearing like that, but it was really fucking irritating. "Dammit Bartholomew!" He finally called out. "Where are you?"
Bartholomew quickly scaled down the tree, hovering above Frankie where there was a natural bend in the tree. "Up here!" The Smoker tilted his head back, and gave him a hard stare. Bartholomew was struck by inspiration, and slid further down the tree, wrapping his arms around the trunk, holding himself up.
"How did you- mmmph!" Frankie was cut off by Bartholomew. More so by Bartholomew's mouth. On his. Upside down. Which was gay. But he didn't react. He was too shocked to do anything. The fact that the midget was able to plant one on him as surprising. Frankie never let him get that close before. So all he could do is stare at the bloodstained neck before him.
This was Bartholomew's happy place. His lips pressed against Frankie's. It was wonderful. And great. And amazing. And everything Bartholomew thought it would be. But, it wasn't good to linger too long. Frankie was bound to react violently when he got his bearings, and Bartholomew had to get far away before that happened. So, he reluctantly pulled away, his tongue darting out to lick Frankie's, now bloody, bottom lip and quickly clamored his way back to the top of the tree, hidden among the leaves and branches.
It took Frankie another couple seconds to react. "DAMN FAGGOT." Was his first reaction as he turned, his fists balled. "GET BACK HERE." He roared, darting his two non-oral tongues out, after the escaping Hunter. He missed, and both tongues broke off, leaving him seething and only one more shot. But Bartholomew was out of sight now, and that only served to infuriate Frankie more. "YOU'VE GOT TO COME DOWN SOMETIME, BITCH."
Bartholomew crouched happily on his branch, knowing that Frankie was out of options if he was still yelled. Though, he was right in one regard. He would have to come down sometime. And when he did, it wouldn't be pretty. For now though, he was going to bask in the glow of finally getting to kiss Frankie.
It was a good day.