"A-augh! F-Frankie"
"Mmmm shut it bitch just keep rocking"
"N-nnyah"
"F-fuck, w-we're doing this again next t-time we come here"
It had started out as a normal day. In the morning they'd woken up, and after that they'd gone and hunted for a while, and then once that necessity was out of the way they'd gone out to wonder around in the city, little else to do apart from explore or eat after all.
Oh. Apart from….one thing they could do.
When they'd reached the park Bartholomew had been a little weary at first, the scent of the slightly burnt rubber on the floor beneath the apparatus hurt his nose and made him sneeze, and the creaking of the swing sets made him think there were people around. But since Frankie wasn't doing anything to suggest they were in danger, he simply followed him into the park and over to the kiddy area where the smoker slumped down upon one of the swings. He held onto the metal chain and smirked, swinging himself forwards, only a little at first but then quickly picking up speed before he eventually jumped off at the peek of his height, landing on the floor a good few meters away. "Your turn faggot" he said to Bartholomew, wanting the hunter to play the game with him.
Bartholomew cocked his head to the side and climbed up onto the swing, almost falling backwards and then clutching at the chains making that horrible screeching sound until he got his balance back while Frankie looked on, rolling his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. "Hurry the fuck up bitch, haven't got all day!" he warned, anger rising.
Sensing this Bartholomew quickly started to swing his legs, but he was doing it out of time so instead of going back and forth as Frankie had done, he simply flailed around, wobbling from side to side.
Frankie sighed and glanced up at the sky for a split second before walking over to the struggling hunter and grabbing his legs to make him stop.
"No. Not like that. Like this" He hefted Bartholomew from the seat before he sat down, lowering the shorter infected onto his lap facing him, instructing him to hold the chains so they ended up with Bartholomew's legs hooked over frankies, their arms linked over one and others so they wouldn't topple back.
Frankie started to kick his legs building up a small rocking momentum and slowly Bartholomew started to do the same at the opposite time so they rocked faster. Bartholomew smiled, pleased he'd got it right now and that he was doing something Frankie seemed to be happy about, or at least content about. Since frankie wasn't hitting him he guessed it was a plus.
He didn't notice at first how Frankie seemed to be getting happier, or how he pulled the hunter closer against him, or the smile upon his face, though when he felt the bulge in frankies jeans and the ands frantically yanking the back of his runners down he got the faintest idea that Frankie wanted something different, that simply swinging was no longer an suitable way to spend their time.
Safe to ay by the time there little trip to the park was over the two of them were a lot more tired then they had been when they arrived, and in frankies case, a hell of a lot more smug,
