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Ambiance: The showers and lockers connected to the gym.
[Speaker] attention SDN employees, it is 8pm and the building is now closed. Please finish up what you're doing, head towards the exit and have a great weekend.
[Gym locker closes]
[Shower turns off]
[Rustling of towel]
Flambae enters, humming I Wanna Dance With Somebody. He opens his locker, puts his hair products away and then closes it.
Flambae: So what's the big idea, huh Mecha-Bitch?
(Silence)
Of course. NOW you have nothing to say. After hours and hours today of micromanaging my every fucking move, no Flambae, don't do that Flambae, it's too dangerous, you're impulsive, you're this and that- NOW you're gonna shut up?
You know what? Don't even think of offering up anything. I don't fucking care what you think. Keep your mouth shut and listen.
I don't understand why you gotta have so much god damn control over everything. Like I know you're the dispatcher, but you're micromanaging MY missions more than ANYONE else. Sonar spent a full 2 hours playing slot machines the other day before his shift ended instead of coming home from the casino rescue mission, and you didn't fuckin notice. Malevola wasted time traveling out to a mission because she insisted on buying a rideshare to the location to sext in the backseat instead of using one of her portals and you didn't even notice and just let her. Meanwhile I took a wrong fucking TURN today and you ripped me a new one for ten minutes. And yesterday! I saved an entire dealerships worth of cars and you didn't even let me look at em afterwards? I wasn't trying to buy one, I just like old cars! Give me a fucking break!
I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me. I'm starting to think you actually like spending time with me on comms more than anyone else. Kehheh, it's pathetic. You want me that bad huh? Get in line.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Oh, very funny. The silent treatment goes on. You're so clever, aren't you? With your dopey brown eyes and stupid uneven freckles. Not the type of guy usually interested in me enough to document my every mood, but I totally have fans like that, you're not, you're not the first. Tch.
[Time passes]
I kinda like you like this, Bob Bob. Nice and polite for me. About time. You're still giving me just as much attention as you have been all fucking week, but I can't say I'm complaining.
I uh…[chuckle] have to take my towel off now though.
…
You gonna look away, or…
…go somewhere else???
No?
Suit… suit yourself.
[Towel drops]
[Fidgeting with things]
Mkay now you're getting kinda creepy, staring like that. Looks like your brain turned off.
Hello, earth to bitch?
Whatever.
[Sounds of a biiiig stretch]
You know, you have terrible taste in music. I can NOT listen to Earth Wind and Fire songs anymore because they're always coming out of that shitty Bluetooth speaker you have on your chair. I can't believe it! That's right, you ruined the 21st night of September for me. Plus boogie wonderland. Tried to talk to Chase about it and as it turns out that's one of HIS favorite bands - so you didn't even come up with it yourself, you had to get it from, what, your idol? Meanwhile my music taste is supreme. I have every version of Doecchi's Alter Ego memorized from front to back, have you ever committed yourself to one song like me? Because i bet y… I betch- god,
That towel doesn't cover ANYTHING, you know. I can see you're hard. Tryna prove something? Okay, you don't have erectile dysfunction. I'm clearly the sexiest guy you've ever seen, thanks, you've made that obvious. Maybe you really are obsessed with me?
You are, aren't you? Hahaha, and you got that stupid bit with yourself to keep from talking so I'm just gonna assume I'm right. And I get to. No corrections. You want me so bad you've started ignoring the Z-team, bobbert. What are we gonna do about that? In the locker rooms…. Only in our towels….
Will you at least let me see yours? I let you see mine. It's only fair. Go on.
[Purrs] I was right, you're nothing to write home about are you? Aww, I'm sorry. I mean .. its fucking hot, don't get me wrong. Pale. Uncut. Not too hairy. Still not my type though. Turn around so I can see that flat ass.
You have freckles down here too huh? And you're blushing. So quiet like this… Basically made for me. Attention on me. Eyes on me.
On a specific part of me, dare I fucking say. Heh. You *want* this, Mecha-Bitch? You wanna see it nice and close? C'mere. I promise I won't burn you… this time.
I really like you when you're quiet. I wish I'd figured that out sooner cuz the more you don't say shit, the more attractive you are. Want me to like you more?
Oh, you do. Mm. Yeah, I see what you want. I'll let you have it. Go on.
[Gasp] Fuuuuck, okay. Yeah, ugh you look so good on your knees. Wrap your fingers around me, that's it. No tasting yet. [Breathing]
Look at it real fuckin close.
Following orders looks good on you. Guess I'm the boss for once. Slap it on your cheek. Yeah, huh.
Tongue out. Mm… [plaps a few times]
Twitchy thing. Watch your teeth. [Hisses]
I'm kinda hot right? Kehheh, aww. You can take it. [Long groan]
[Robert does a shallow up and down a few times, and Flambae breathes, groans scraping against his vocal chords]
Ohh shit. This is way, way better than the sex dream I had about you. [...] Don't look at me like that. I figured I had a chance cuz I could tell you were a fucking boy slut. Yeah yeah, takes one to know one I *guess.*, but who's on their knees right no-ooughh…!
[Flambae stops trying to talk for a minute and gains his composure back. He calms down slightly even though Robert is going to absolute fucking town.]
You're so aggressive, ngh… not wasting time, huh? Don't want someone to- mm find us in here? The new janitor to see his superior with his pretty lips stretched around his subordinate hero's handsome dick? I'll bet anyone could see your throat bulge at the angle from the door, unh… yeah, just like that bitch, fuck. Lashes clumping together and shit, you want me so bad you look stupid, ugh!
[Chanting] yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh. Fuck.
[Continued activity]
Pretty fuckin boy… pupils all big for me…
[~]
Getting me close, I'm so, my knees are, unghfuck. So I'm guessing you don't want me to cum on your hair, no? Well I really want to, I'll tell you that… wanna cum all over your dumb fucking face, want to see your pride take a hit, you fucking- aah, hhah, yeah yeah oh oh oh uh, fuck, fuck r- Robert, Robert pull off? Get off my? Godthatssofucking hot, huh!!
[High pitched little hiccups right before his release, which is loud and long. Let's hope no one investigates.]
Okay. Fuck. Uhh…. W- uh, thanks, you've were… that was really good, um. Yeah. I guess i have no choice but to call us even, right? Yeah. Stand up.
[Kisses]
You uh… hungry?
I got this coupon for hot pot and I don't really wanna go alone.
Cool. But once we step out of this gym you gotta start fucking talking again, you freak. Yeah. Right. Okay.
Hurry up. I'm almost forgetting what you sound like.
[Fin]