Frankie's tongues were a constant source of agony for Bartholomew.

He didn't have good experiences with them, except maybe a few times that Frankie saved him after he had stumbled over the side of a roof.

Other than that, it was all 'stay still' or 'come over here' or 'I'MA KILL YOU BITCH.'

Nothing that he enjoyed. And Bartholomew didn't care if Frankie liked it or not, because he opinion was SUCK.

Well, he did kinda like it when Frankie would run his tongue over the side of his face, before it wrapped around his neck.

And the way it would slide up the hem of his sweater and across the scarred expanse of his stomach when Frankie would grab a hold of him, wasn't that bad.

Nor was the way he-

No.

No.

No.

Bartholomew did not like Frankie's tongues. And that was all there was to it.