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“Hell yeah, I suck toes!” Touya purred into Popular Copy’s phone. Since getting a part-time job at the local copy shop, he’d made a habit of using his downtime - which there was a lot of - to make personal calls and fuck around. Though, to be honest, he didn’t particularly add value to the shop when there was work to do.
What’s more, his asshole dad had started making a habit of stopping by the shop to take advantage of his employee discount, which Touya found fucking irritating. Currently, his parental was impatiently waiting for customer assistance, eyes narrowed in irritation as his eldest son professed his love for toe sucking.
“Good afternoon, welcome to PopCopy. Can I help you?” Touya glared at his father in disgust, not bothering to lower the phone from his ear as he approached the service counter.
Enji didn’t respond, slapping a floppy disk down in front of Touya as he fumed in silence.
“Systems are down,” Touya shrugged, pushing the disk back towards his dad.
“When will they be up?” Enji growled, through clenched teeth.
“Don’t know,” Touya smirked. A lie. The systems were always down, and no one cared enough to fix them - that would mean doing honest work around the shop, which no one, manager included, cared to do.
Huffing in frustration, Enji stomped out of the shop, letting the door swing shut with a clang behind him.
“Sorry ‘bout that, babe,” Touya ginned into the phone. “Customers, am I right?” He snorted. “Yeah… yeah… for sure, call ya later then?... Cool. Bye.” He hung the phone back up on the wall, sighing in content. Another afternoon perfectly wasted - not like his manager cared.
“So.” Tenko leaned out from behind a shelf he was pretending to stock. “You’re into foot stuff then?”
“No,” Touya scoffed, rolling his eyes. “But if the guy I’ve been tryin’ to hook up with for months asks if I suck toes, I suck toes.”
“That's-” Tenko’s face twisted in disgust. He shook his head, unable to finish the thought.
“Listen.” Touya leaned against the counter. “At this point, I’d be into anything if it meant I got to stick it in him. And with enough booze?” He raised an eyebrow. “Next question.”
Tenko scratched at his neck, face still scrunched in judgment. “Yeah, whatever, freak.”
“Not a freak,” Touya retorted, “You wouldn’t understand. This is why you’re fucking single.”
“I’m not single!” Tenko hissed, crossing his arms.
“Uh, sure.” Skepticism dripped in Touya’s tone. He still didn’t buy that Tenko actually had a partner. The stories sounded too fake. “Oh, and don’t act so fuckin’ prissy. I know you have a hand kink.”
Tenko glared at Touya, red eyes brimming with irritation. “I. Do. Not. Have. A. Hand. Kink.”
“Mmhmm,” Touya egged, “You sure about that?”
“Fuck you,” Tenko spat back, flipping his coworker off. “I say something about a guy’s hands one time, and now you won’t shut the fuck up. You’re literally offering to suck some guy’s toes. Your opinions are invalid.”
“Hey,” Touya laughed, “Never said I was judging you - for that anyway.” He snickered, relishing the petulant expression on Tenko’s face.
There was a moment of silence as the pair starred each other down.
“Is he really that hot?” Tenko asked, genuine curiosity painting his crusty features. “Hot enough that sucking toes is…. acceptable?”
A shit-eating grin split Touya’s face. “I thought you’d never asked,” he chuckled, digging a folded magazine clipping out of his blue apron’s pocket. “Is he hot enough?” Touya mimed, still laughing. “Fuck, dude. For real, though? I’d let him stick his whole foot up my ass - he’s that hot.”
He offered the well-worn clipping to Tenko, who unfolded it to reveal an advert for diarrhea medication.
“Uh?”
“Otherside.”
“Oh.” Tenko turned the magazine page over, revealing a colorful image of a muscular blond with warm amber-brown eyes and an award-winning smile, who appeared to be selling some kind of fitness milk.
“Hot right?” Touya folded his arms, still grinning like a smug idiot.
“Shit, okay,” Tenko nodded in approval, mouth slightly ajar. “Yeah, I’d suck toes for him.”
“Told ya,” Touya smirked, snatching the clipping back from his coworker. “His name is Hawks, and he’s a part-time model. Met him at the arcade.”
“You went to the arcade without me?” Tenko frowned, his glare returning.
“We aren’t friends, idiot.” Touya goaded, stuffing his prized image of Hawks back into his apron. “And besides, I wasn’t lookin’ to play stupid kiddy games.”
“If we’re not friends, then why did you come to my birthday party last week?” Tenko wasn’t letting Touya’s betrayal go.
“Free cake?”
“Fuck you, toe sucker.”
“Nah, I’m good. Meeting up with Hawks later.” Touya winked at Tenko before turning to answer the phone, which had started ringing much to his annoyance.
“PopCopy. Can I help you?... No, the systems are down… The manager? I am the manager. Yeah, fuck you too... Mmkay... Be home at 6... Yeah, whatever. Bye, dad.”