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‘Here already. Plane landed earlier’, Luke texted his older brother who seemed to be at work given the empty house. ‘Digging the new TV btw’ He added and attached to it there was a photo of the new television set in which he had his bare feet propped up on Isaac’s coffee table. In all honesty he only noticed his feet after sending the text, but he knew Isaac was gonna think he did it on purpose. Nevertheless picturing his older brother all worked up during an inappropriate moment was quite pleasing, and it was a very Luke thing for him to do. ‘Oops, sorry bout that. Didn’t mean to distract you ;)’.

“I trust you man.” Zane said nodding back at Ken. “What kind of stuff though? Just cause I’m curious.” Zane asked wanting to know just what stuff the two had been up too. “You mean from the ankle up.” Zane said playfully before letting out what could almost be called a deep giggle as ken kissed his feet. “Hey, that tickles just a bit.”

Alex, being the heavy sleeper he was, didn’t hear the other enter his room at first. Only when one of the drawers opened did he awake. “Those happen to be mine, you know?” he said, watching the other grab a handful of his worn dress socks.

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“Of course you don’t. You’re lucky I love you.” He muttered, trying to eat his dinner but too busy thinking about that man’s toes. “Oh my god, Aaron.” He moaned, dropping his eating utensils and started bucking against the sole of his foot. “Fucking hell, you’re amazing.” 

“Honestly, the Jets have just been awful this season...” James pointed out, filling his mouth with a spoonful of cereal while he waited for a response from the other. When he got none he turned to him. “Hey man, you there?” He asked with a chuckle. “Come on, take a seat.” The man lifted his legs, freeing up space for the other to seat. Once he was settled, James stretched himself out again and nonchalantly placed his feet on the other’s lap. “Everything alright? You seem sorta quiet...”

Chris walked towards the edge and dived once more into the pool. He loved returning home in the summer. Most people when they got to college found it a chore to chore to visit their parents. He loved it though, daydreaming about it even.

Once Chris reached the surface he saw his dad, Isaac eating breakfast in the kitchen. He noticed how the man was barefoot, having left his shoes disregarded on the floor beneath him like he’d been instructed too. Ever since he could remember, his dad’s feet had always caught his attention so he allowed himself to enjoy the view for awhile before getting out of the pool.

Chris walked inside the kitchen with a towel around his shoulders intentionally leaving large, wet footprints across the kitchen’s floor. “Morning,” Chris greeted his dad, wrapping a wet arm around the man’s shoulder. “Sleep well?” He asked, sitting down on one of the kitchen’s high chairs with a bowel of cereal on his lap.