Hey, there, mister milkman! (Private, between Seven and myself)

[Tritium]

Being such a clueless guy, Madarame never understood why James would feel the need to play with the empty milk bottles, before he'd get to pick them up and move on to his usual rounds. "Artists and their mannerisms" Madarame thought, as he smiled back at james, taking the last bottle from his hand. "Who can figure 'em?"
Then he said goodbye, and went on his way.

[Seven]

James watched annoyed as the
milkman once again just walked off.
He sighed, he had to find something better
than just being all steamy, halfnaked and playful.
he shook his head, went inside again to replace
the lash of lust with something different..

[Tritium]

Madarame was really obtuse when it came to people hitting on him. He just thought the people around him were acting kind of quirky sometimes. Poor dope, if he only knew how men and women alike would drool at the sight of his big buff body and lovely face. How every time he'd bend over to pick up a bottle, half the neighborhood would open their windows, or drop whatever it was they were doing, to gaze at his big yummy butt!...

[Seven]

Seven sat long at his bathtub. Wondering how to get this beautiful lump of meat to get interested in him. He had been trying nearly everything now. Bathing, being breathless and sweaty. He had been sweet. Challenging. Akward and blushy. Nothing had been helping whatsoever. He sighed. Brushing a hand through his hair. What to do. . . . .

[Tritium]

It was already dark outside, by the time Madarame got home. Another hard day's work, but he enjoyed his job. It was better than being stuck behind a desx, filling up mountains of forms and reports. He was a more of a dynamic man, himself, so he liked to move around, break a sweat, carry things. And that neighborhood was quite nice, well putting aside some people's strange behaviour.
"Guess some people are just a tad excentric" he sighed, throwing his wtihe cap on the sofa, and taking off his tight white uniform. It wasn't uncomfortable, though it felt kind of like a second skin. Sometimes, Madarame could swear that uniform was actually made out of spandex fibers, rather than polyester, or cotton, or whatever it was.
Not only was Madarame tall, but he also had a muscular body, and that tight milkman uniform would make everything. absolutely everything stand out. His muscular chest, his firm biceps, his rock hard abs, that slutty tushy, his strong thighs, and, of course, that big man bulge between his legs.
He had absolutely no idea how many people would size up that mysterious treasure of his, how many had thought about it, trying to approximate its length, width, color... Madarame just had no idea how many men and women had pictured themselves, taking that monster of his inside themselves...
He walked into the shower, completely naked, and turned on the water. He was going to wash up, then go straight to bed, as he had a big day ahead of him tomorrow.
"Yup, gotta go to 101 tomorrow again, to bring milk for that writer, or artist guy."
It was strange, but ever since he'd started work, as the new milkman, he'd noticed that the lad from 101 would order at least one bottle of milk every day. then it went up to to, then three, then four. What could he be doing with so much milk? He was living all by himself...

[Seven]

James stared at the empty canvas.
Sighing and putting the pen down again.
He hugged himself.
"...im getting to keen of it"
he murmered frustrated, he hadn´t been able to
do anything work-releated since that son of a bitch to John
walked away.
He was standing in his violet fluffy bathrobe, trying to get creative.
Though nothing had helped, he couldn´t get his mind off of what he
was longing to get.
With a annoyed hiccup he went to the kitchen, picked up one of the countless
bottles of milk and went outside. The neighbours dog was one sweet lad. And it liked a lot.
Otherwise he had to throw a lot of them out, not able to drink all of them...

[Tritium]

The alarm clock started ringing like crazy, waking Madarame up. He pushed the red button to make that irritating sound stop, and got out of bed. He had to get dressed in a hurry. The milk factory was to be his first stop, and that was not exactly right around the corner. Then he'd start the milk distribution thing all over again.

[Seven]

Seven was up late.
He was so slow today, wondering
how to get that damn dude to have some interest in him..
he sighed, undressing and stepping onto the shower,
letting yesterday wash off and tried to think of new, fresh
plans -
if he was to get that man hooked, it seemed like he had to be
going to the extreme to get him.

[Tritium]

So there he was, out on the road again, working to bring milk, to those in need. If only he knew how many would have given almost anything for a taste of his personal milk!
"Another four bottles for 101" he sighed, slowing to a stop, as he entered the residential area. "I really should ask him what he does with all of it."

[Seven]

James nearly panicked as the clock
wen´t way past the plan of his.
He sweared loudly, moved his hand to his
member and began rubbing himself, wondering if he
would reach it in time.