Five magic words from his boss and Techie’s spirits rise: “Huxley! A job for you.” Finally! A chance to prove himself. He fastens his toolbelt tight around his waist (but he’s so thin it slides down no matter what) and takes a deep breath.
Okay. Alright. Do great on this job and maybe you’ll be promoted from unpaid-intern to paid intern, and that’ll make all the difference. No more long nights in a seedy apartment complex with his gun (shaking, unloaded) pointed at the lock-less front door.
He takes the assignment files gratefully and scans over them. Police HQ need some repairs. Easy stuff! Perfect. He’ll be living in a safer place soon, no problem!
That being done, William “Techie” Huxley ties his hair up in a loose ponytail and makes his way to the local police station.
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
shit fam u kno I love techie being protected and loved on but…..where are the nasty techie fics?
Like just him in peach trees, by himself or with some rando from the mama clan in that oppressively hot computer room, drooling and eating cum and shoving foreign objects up his ass and stuttering profanities with that speech impediment that he has, pulling up that ugly shirt to show off the Tum™ and his leaking, chubby dick
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