Lee gets a call from Bunji on the job. Not a 'phone log' script like I did with 'On The Job'. ^_^ Nothing explicit, just language.
"Yo, what're you doing right now?" a course familiar drawl made his eyes roll.
"Pumicing dead skin off my feet." Lee answered.
"What're you in the tub?" he asked.
"I was...what is it?" Lee asked, hoping he hadn't scuffed the finish on his nails when getting the phone.
A sharp whoop, tires scraping a curb, the door slamming shut, and Lee's patience wearing very thin. "What do you want Bunji?"
"I want to do bad things to you," his voice was as deliberate as the darkness which Lee suspected surrounded him.
"Define things...like immoral and abusive things that require me to take a shower later and some aspirin, or just strangely curious things like me breastfeeding you again?"
"...a little bit of both."
Lee heaved a sigh, and then answered evenly, "I'm not in the mood."
The resounding boom of a gunshot gave Lee a start. "Are you calling me from your cel?" demanded Lee. Bunji didn't answer. "You realize Harry's got Bob monitoring all our work phones now, right?"
"Shut up and listen," Bunji didn't sound out of breath or even daunted in the slightest, "I've been up since five this morning. I botched a simple sweep last night for some loser, and then got slapped upside my head for fucking up. I'm having a bad night to go with my bad day, so if you ask me--you better get in the mood!"
Lee remained silent, he always did when Bunji used a louder than customary tone. After a moments hush he said, "I think we need to break up."
"What're you talking about? We ain't dating like a couple of fag homos." Bunji snapped.
"Uh huh. I think we passed the fucking-for-release period of our relationship, years ago."
There was quiet on the other end, and as Lee waited for a retort he cautiously tugged the cotton-twine from between his toes, certain the clear-finish enamel was safely dry; he favored tending to his own feet rather than paying some foolish girl at a men's salon to do it.
At last, Bunji said, "Holy shit, I been nailing you for over five years now..."
"Yeah Madness, and I've yet to get one Here's-To-Fucking-Your-Face-Squints, anniversary card." Lee said, picking at any indication of polish on the skin around his cuticles. The quiet moments that followed were a test. Lee knew he wasn't saying yes at this point, not until Bunji delivered some form of appeal that resembled begging.
"Come on Lee!" groaned Bunji loudly, "It's been over a fucking week, my balls are aching!" Lee flashed a smile and silent laughter was brought to life when Bunji griped, "And quit fucking smiling you queer, I'm only doing this shit because I'm desperate!"
"Are you on your way now?" Lee asked with a grin.
"Give me about an hour, I got to ditch this moron I cleaned." Bunji's voice signaled that he was heavy lifting. The slamming of the trunk door provoked Lee to glimpse his watch.
"Fine, bring flavored condoms because I don't have any."
"-Yo!" Bunji's voice stopped him from hanging up the phone.
"You have to kiss me. And tell me you love me and stuff," said Bunji.
Lee was always in the mood for that facet of catering to Bunji's private parts, and before hanging up said, "Key'll be under the mat."