It was funny, really. All so ironic, all so simply...odd. How only hours after the creation of his musclebound sex toy, Frank-N-Furter was relaxing in the arms of this scrawny, nearsighted Earthling man. How Brad had actually taken control after only minutes of Frank's kisses and petting. How Frank felt so safe, his skin pressed up against Brad's, here, now, even knowing that if Brad realized Frank was an alien, it would all be changed.
But really, Frank mused sleepily, wasn't it weird how Brad's thin arms felt so much stronger, so much more protective, than Rocky's brawny ones?
