Toby and Jack adventures

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Jack had just gotten home, he was really late, standing outside the door, deciding to test something. He called Toby, hearing the phone ring for a few seconds before Toby picked it up. 

" Jack?" Toby said, in the shy, small voice that he usually used when he spoke to people he didn't know. He always seemed freaked out when Jack called, and Jack guessed it was because he didn't usually get called by anyone else. 

" I'll be home in a minute, you know you're not supposed to be watching TV so late, go to bed" Jack said, knowing full well that that was exactly what was going on. 

"I'm not-" Toby said. 

"you're not? or you are?" Jack said, unable to believe that he was even being lied to. Sure it was small, but still. 

"i'm noooot-" Toby whined, " You're not supposed to drive and be on your phone anyway! so when you get home you're gonna sit in the corner" Toby said. 

Jack paused, before opening the door, seeing Toby sitting on the couch, bag of chips in his hand, "Who do you think you're talking to?" 

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Jack was at a meeting in the basement of a casino. This is where all the assassins and killers of the town met up when there was a big job to pull, like killing government officials or celebrities. This was also where you were supposed to go to get assignments, meet bosses, ect. It was like a bar for trained killers. Jack tended to go into "professional mode" when he was there. Mean face, rough voice, tense, and alert. He did this because, well, most of these people hated their job, so they would do anything to get fired. Hurting another worker was one way to be cut off from the group without losing your life, and Jack needed to make sure that nobody would ever think of fucking with him. He was at a round table, mostly just waiting for his own boss to get back, when his phone went off. He took it out of his pocket, lookimg at the Screen, and trying not to smile as he saw Toby had sent him pictures. Toby liked to send Jack pictures of random things like bugs or flowers. If he was with Jane he took pictures of her, unflattering pictures that Jack thought were fucking hilarious. Jane knew, and took it as a challenge to be even more perfect from every angle, just for fun. Jack opened the message, and immediately closed it, shoving his phone back in his pocket as his heart raced.

Toby had sent three pictures, and Jack honestly couldn't tell if Toby meant to do this or not. The first one was of his socks, normal enough. It was obvious that he was standing in the mirror, Jack could see its black edges. The second was of Toby's whole body, he was sitting down, legs crossed, socks still on but other than that he was completely nude. The third was of him, legs spread, holding his phone to his chest. He was still sitting, but he had a smile on his face. There was no text to go with any of these pictures, they were just there. The confusing thing was that the first two seemed like accidents, even if they were all in good quality. Jack ran a hand through his hair, honestly not expecting any of that.

He had so many questions, but before he could even begin to think straight, Toby send him another picture.

This one had a caption, it read, " I found a weird dot" Featuring Toby, ass to the mirror, pointing to the freckle that he had on his butt.

Jack couldn't take it, he stood up, walking directly into the bathroom.

It was a one toilet bathroom, so he was alone. This room was sound proof, meant to be used for confidential phone calls, but damn it this was important. Jack dialed Toby's number, not daring to save him as an actual contact and risk getting him killed. Toby picked up wIthin a few seconds,

" Jack?" he asked.

" Toby what the hell are you doing!? Why are you sending me nudes!?" Jack blew up, not really meaning to. He wasn't angry at all, he was just extremely flustered.

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