"Ugh, I can't sleep. Since we got back from tour my sleep schedule has been fucked." Frankie thought to himself as he rolled over in bed. He fondled his nightstand in the dark until he finds his

phone. "I wonder if Taylor is up." he thinks and sends his butt buddy a message.

Four minutes pass and he gets a reply. Frankie smiles as he feels the vibration in his hands. He was hoping Taylor would talk to him. The whole band had a huge fight after Taylor did a line of cocaine with an alien. Sure, it wasn't super illegal on Mars, but it still freaked them out.

"I hope the coke didn't mess up your dick ;)" Frankie texted, he wasn't sure if they could joke about it yet. He still didn't get his answer when Taylor asked him to a movie later that week.

Taylor's sparkle gray Mustang rolled to a stop in front of Frankie's driveway. Frankie heard the car and quickly ran out the garage door of his parents house.

"I haven't seen you since tour! How have you been? And how cocained are you?" Frankie practically yelled.

"Can we just forget about it? It was a one time thing. I'll never do it again. The aliens said it would fix my diabetes… those fucking fucks lied to me. :/ I googled it on the way home and cocaine only fixes type 2, and I have type 1." Taylor sadly said.

"Damn, tough break. At least we can go to the movies today. I fucking love those little twinky people." Frankie did the saying.

Frankie sat down in the dark theater next to Taylor. He missed most of the first part of the movie because he decided he wanted popcorn right as the movie was starting.

"Homie, you took forever. Did you at least get me some candy?" Taylor annoyed

"I only got me a medium popcorn, but I can give you something to put in your mouth later." Frankie answered with a wink.

The movie starts and Taylor is very bored. He only agreed to this movie because Frankie said it was good. He reached over to stroke Frankie's leg.

'THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE OF THE DECADE, YOU CAN TOUCH MY WIENER ANY OTHER TIME! BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"

Taylor jumped in his seat. This wasn't the first time he was denied cummies, and it wouldn't be the last.

"TAYLOR, IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH MINIONS MEAN TO ME, I DON'T KNOW IF WE CAN STILL BE A THING!" yelled Frankie, ruining the movie for everyone else there, although, how could you ruin a minions movies? They are already literal shit, they can not get any worse.

Taylor quickly snuggled up into a ball in his seat. The only way he could get through this movie if he thought about testicles, and he did.

"Did you really mean that? The thing you said about us might not being a thing?" Taylor asked as he poured himself some coffee at breakfast the next morning.

Frankie looked up from his phone and replied "Dude, I was in a Minion Rage. I shouldn't be held accountable for any actions during that time period."

"Well, good, because I think I might be in a Frankie Rage if you know what I mean." Taylor said, unbuttoning his shirt.

"HELL THE FUCK YEAH!" Frankie squealed as he pulled off his pants, squatted up on the table, and proceeded to tea bag Taylor's coffee.

"OH YES! So hot! So fucking hot!" Taylor yelled as he slurped the coffee residue off of Frankie's hairy testicles.

The feeling of his lips on his balls was too much for him, and Frankie came all over the kitchen table and all over the delicious pancakes stacked on said table.

They both went to cuddle on the couch and left the mess for someone else to clean up.