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Making America Fit Again
🕑 Added 2019-01-10 17:00:00 +0000 UTCDrake hadn’t exactly made himself many friends in the office and had indeed even received an official warning from the boss for his attitude towards others. He was an out and proud Trump supporter and had been from day one, spouting no shortage of racist and sexist remarks in the office - not to mention hurling homophobic insults as if they meant nothing. Even the other republican-leaning employees in the office felt like Drake took things too far but he refused to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself, harping on about how excited he was for the president to “pull America out of the gutter” and get rid of all of the unsavouries that were supposedly putting their great country at risk.
Although he had no shortage of enemies due to his outspoken political views, nobody was more aggravated by what Drake had to say than Marco. As a gay Mexican, Marco had endured relentless mockery from the other man ever since they had first crossed paths. There were no shortage of jokes about ‘building a wall’ and even one particularly crude remark had Drake suggest that maybe the wall would have glory holes so Marco could still worship American cock like he so clearly loved to do. Tears had been shed privately in response but Marco was desperate not to let Drake see how badly the words got to him. He didn’t want to be viewed as weak when really he was brave for continuing to pursue his lifestyle in the fact of such adversity.
After one unpleasant encounter with Drake too many, Marco muttered a curse in Spanish under his breath and stormed out of the office. He had every intention of going to the boss to put in another complaint about his douchebag colleague the next day once he had calmed down, he just needed the evening to himself to make sure he didn’t do anything irrational. Unlike Drake, Marco wanted to ensure that he always approached events in the workplace with the utmost professionalism.
Of course as fate would have it the first person Marco would meet when returning to the office the next day was Drake. There was something different about how he held himself though and his smile was lacking its usual wicked twist that often meant bad news for anybody on the receiving end of it. “Hey dude, we hitting the gym later?” he asked in a friendly tone, a look of fondness in his eyes as he regarded Marco as if they were good friends and not workplace enemies.
The out and proud gay man was at a total loss for words. It took him a moment to even realize that the wording on Drake’s tee wasn’t quite the same as the one he had worn the previous ‘casual Friday’. He was now apparently more concerned with making America fit again as opposed to any delusions of it being great. As he remained frozen out of surprise, Drake slapped his ass and winked as he sauntered away. “I’m taking that as a yes then, big boy!” he called over his shoulder, “Four o’clock sharp! We’re working glutes and you know you’re excited to stare at this ass some more!” The comment was teasing, yes, but flirtatious as opposed to mocking and seemingly entirely genuine.
Marco watched Drake disappear around the corner, wondering just what the hell had caused such a sudden change in the other man to make him abandon his strict political stance and apparently develop at least a slight romantic interest in men. Whatever it was, Marco was going to send a prayer of thanks to them that night, once he’d enjoyed working on his bubble butt with his new best friend at the gym first!
