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[iniquiticity]

he hasn’t told george washington he’s going to take the EA job yet, but they both know that he will. he likes holding it over the man’s head. he likes george washington for all the reason everyone in his department thinks he’s terrifying. be stony and secretly vengeful and know everything, fine by fucking him. be someone that you would never invite to a fucking pool party. alex fucking hates pool parties.

but the eighty hour workweek sounds like he might need to rearrange his fuck-schedule. he texts some of his regular FWBs, lets them know. he thinks about what on his bucket list that might be more difficult. shoots a text into the ether.

john meets him in his four-car garage. he likes john, although his anarcho-punk playing pretend doesn’t really match the fact that he owns four damn cars. but whatever, fuck it, the guy’s got his own damn problems. john puts own his cigarette and handles alex roughly, likes he likes to be handled. pushes alex against the front of his lotus, low and awkward and forces alex to stick his ass up (not that he wouldn’t). john spends half as much time on prep as most people do and alex can’t even scrape the red paint over the hard, cool metal as john grunts behind him.