And of course Gerard isn't going to say no, and Mikey is not about to let him follow the little nymphet off into the night alone (especially with swimming involved) so the three of them end up on the beach. Mikey makes a place for himself just at the edge of the sand, a book on his lap--he's really not comfortable in the water, despite how much time he's spent sailing it, and he's certainly not interested in stripping.
Frank, unsurprisingly, is out of his clothes in a flash, all his pale, round flesh on display--for all the energy he expends, there's still testament to his babyfat in the way his tummy pokes out, rounded and soft. He's clearly comfortable, and still full of energy. He scurries over to Gerard and pushes the hem of his shirt up, impatient. "C'mon, c'mon."
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Date: 2008-03-12 02:30 am (UTC)Frank, unsurprisingly, is out of his clothes in a flash, all his pale, round flesh on display--for all the energy he expends, there's still testament to his babyfat in the way his tummy pokes out, rounded and soft. He's clearly comfortable, and still full of energy. He scurries over to Gerard and pushes the hem of his shirt up, impatient. "C'mon, c'mon."