Erik lowers his metal grate platform down with his powers, water sloshing gently in his buckets and making his squeegees tap lightly against the sides. The breeze is crisp today, cold air buffeting him as he carefully keeps his platform from knocking against the tall glass windows that make up the entire outside of the building he’s hanging off of, granting nothing less but full panoramic views for the city’s wealthiest citizens.
He gets himself situated in front of the first set of windows, making sure his cable cords are taut and secure. The top floor penthouse apartment is his favorite unit to clean, solely because of the fact that its extremely hot inhabitant is fond of walking around completely naked and completely heedless of Erik’s staring eyes. Erik would feel more creepy about it, except - he knows the guy knows he’s there. It’s hard to miss a window washer who spends at least 45 minutes every Tuesday circling the outside of your apartment to clean your windows. Clearly he likes putting on a show, and Erik’s not about to turn this one down.
May I just take a moment to scream loudly and promote the remix that was written from a thing of mine?
Our boy has awful taste in men.
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