Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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welcome home
welcome home
[Freddy doesn't think things will be the same either. He always knew coming back would be a gamechanger. However as this moment clearly illustrates, things changing or not being the same doesn't at all mean going back to the way things were before they met. It's highly unlikely they can ever go back to that.]
Fuck you.
[Freddy growls and it's practically convincing were it not for the way he holds onto Larry like he might lose him, or throw him through a window. Fortunately that's not his intention and the kitchen window is too small for one Mr. White anyway.]
Fuck you.
[Freddy growls and it's practically convincing were it not for the way he holds onto Larry like he might lose him, or throw him through a window. Fortunately that's not his intention and the kitchen window is too small for one Mr. White anyway.]
["Sure." He wants to say. "Sometime would be great." A great deal of piss and vinegar has been taken out with the kiss.]
I'm already fucked.
[Win or lose. Keep perspective, you piece of shit. Larry grips the back of Freddy's tee and widens his own stance as he keeps still but close. He's not gonna let go. It's not fucking, okay? Senses are raw and pretty perceptive to all the small, important sensations. The way he smells, the texture of his jaw.]
How 'bout you?
I'm already fucked.
[Win or lose. Keep perspective, you piece of shit. Larry grips the back of Freddy's tee and widens his own stance as he keeps still but close. He's not gonna let go. It's not fucking, okay? Senses are raw and pretty perceptive to all the small, important sensations. The way he smells, the texture of his jaw.]
How 'bout you?
[The kissing softens from hard and frantic to slow and steady but still deep. His hands haven't left Lawrence Dimick, he can't keep them off the guy.]
Totally fucked, man...
[Quite literally. He's in the middle of fucking Mexico on the run more or less from a department that probably still thinks he's on their side or dead, just like The Onion Field.]
Totally fucked, man...
[Quite literally. He's in the middle of fucking Mexico on the run more or less from a department that probably still thinks he's on their side or dead, just like The Onion Field.]
I got you.
[Where he's coming from. And literally. Both paws are now reaching for a more substantial hold on the sturdy, smaller man pressed up against him. Larry tenses and without a warning starts to pick him up.
Easy. Careful not to grip him on his tender middle. It's more rump than anything.]
[Where he's coming from. And literally. Both paws are now reaching for a more substantial hold on the sturdy, smaller man pressed up against him. Larry tenses and without a warning starts to pick him up.
Easy. Careful not to grip him on his tender middle. It's more rump than anything.]
Watch it.
[Freddy snaps but again not so harshly as his wiry arms take a hold around Larry, much more solid this time. The old man might not be able to count how many times they've fucked over the past couple years but surely he can count how many times the kid so easily allowed him to pick him up. Ain't that worth something, Dimmy?]
[Freddy snaps but again not so harshly as his wiry arms take a hold around Larry, much more solid this time. The old man might not be able to count how many times they've fucked over the past couple years but surely he can count how many times the kid so easily allowed him to pick him up. Ain't that worth something, Dimmy?]
[Oh it counts. This was his own sort of a test. He was waiting for a hit, a solid no.
A warning is good. Larry carries him to the one bed they have set up. There are two. For some reason there are always two. The kid is lowered. Maybe a time or two before he was just dropped.]
I got you, I told you.
[That's the final move is getting there. Larry sighs and shakes his head and pulls Freddy's face toward his. Might be good if they just don't talk.]
A warning is good. Larry carries him to the one bed they have set up. There are two. For some reason there are always two. The kid is lowered. Maybe a time or two before he was just dropped.]
I got you, I told you.
[That's the final move is getting there. Larry sighs and shakes his head and pulls Freddy's face toward his. Might be good if they just don't talk.]
I know.
[Freddy huffs but he's too carried away (hah) to sound sore or begrudging about it. Oof. Down on a bed already? Well this place isn't as big as what they've had before but neither is it a tiny motel room. Win some lose some. Freckled hands put a grip on Larry again.]
Now shut up.
[He presses on as he pushes on up to have their mouths meet. He's on the same track, no words. Just do it.]
[Freddy huffs but he's too carried away (hah) to sound sore or begrudging about it. Oof. Down on a bed already? Well this place isn't as big as what they've had before but neither is it a tiny motel room. Win some lose some. Freckled hands put a grip on Larry again.]
Now shut up.
[He presses on as he pushes on up to have their mouths meet. He's on the same track, no words. Just do it.]
[Someday the old man hopes they have a roost that is bigger and better then the one in the strange, far away city. Today he is fine with four walls and privacy. He lays carefully neither completely on Freddy or on the bed. No mistake he's against him, mindful of how much he weighs.
Words get him into trouble. His lips even though they're moving to say so many things might too. Larry can't make up his mind if he's trying to seduce or pacify with kissing.]
Words get him into trouble. His lips even though they're moving to say so many things might too. Larry can't make up his mind if he's trying to seduce or pacify with kissing.]
[It can be both, can't it? That's what Freddy thinks even as he's gripping on Larry for fear life, both annoyed and fucking enamored. How long's it been since they touched like this?
Okay some weeks. It hasn't been that long.
But it has been if before this you were up on each other at least every other day. And Freddy Newendyke's got a lot of pent up something to get rid of.]
Okay some weeks. It hasn't been that long.
But it has been if before this you were up on each other at least every other day. And Freddy Newendyke's got a lot of pent up something to get rid of.]
[Both for sure. Not quite one more then the other. Some weeks can feel like forever. Even if they don't fuck (which the old man is a-oh-fucking-kay with) he feels the full force of how much something has been boxed up in his frame.
Be a gentleman, Dimmy. Help out.]
Be a gentleman, Dimmy. Help out.]
[Coffee and toast make the morning seem like a bigger, brighter place. Feels good to wake up and be alive.]
I dunno why I bother getting the newspaper.
[Just because he can speak Spanish doesn't mean he want to read it.]
I dunno why I bother getting the newspaper.
[Just because he can speak Spanish doesn't mean he want to read it.]
Looking for a white picket fence and a dog too?
[Freddy quips as he looks up from...not a comic book, but a cereal box that has cartoons on it. He's trying to spot all the similarities that make it a Mexican cousin to Capn Crunch.]
[Freddy quips as he looks up from...not a comic book, but a cereal box that has cartoons on it. He's trying to spot all the similarities that make it a Mexican cousin to Capn Crunch.]
No.
[Scoff. Scoff. He laughs at it. If it were yesterday he would feel like this is a personal attack.]
A safe location and a fuck ton of money.
[Under the table he nudges a toe against the other man.]
So far we got one.
[Scoff. Scoff. He laughs at it. If it were yesterday he would feel like this is a personal attack.]
A safe location and a fuck ton of money.
[Under the table he nudges a toe against the other man.]
So far we got one.
It's not gonna last long if you keep picking up papers you can't read.
[Freddy says around a mouthful of cereal. He nudges the bear's big foot right back too.]
[Freddy says around a mouthful of cereal. He nudges the bear's big foot right back too.]
I'm literate. I can read. I just don't give much of a fuck to.
[The paper is noisy as he unfolds it again. Barefoot to barefoot.]
How 'bout you?
[The paper is noisy as he unfolds it again. Barefoot to barefoot.]
How 'bout you?
What about me?
[More chewing and chomping followed by a generous gulp of milk. From the carton. Freddy's eating his cereal separately, straight from the box, because why not.]
[More chewing and chomping followed by a generous gulp of milk. From the carton. Freddy's eating his cereal separately, straight from the box, because why not.]
Yo comprede?
[Big toe is pulling it's way up and up past his foot to ankle.]
There's a lot to understand here in and out of Espanol. Reading, speaking, culture isn't too hard.
[Oh and there's the detail not yet coming up on what they are to do to fit into this puzzle.]
[Big toe is pulling it's way up and up past his foot to ankle.]
There's a lot to understand here in and out of Espanol. Reading, speaking, culture isn't too hard.
[Oh and there's the detail not yet coming up on what they are to do to fit into this puzzle.]
Are you saying I gotta take Spanish classes?
[Legs move in a little closer not to necessarily sandwich the paw there but to keep it closer and moving.]
[Legs move in a little closer not to necessarily sandwich the paw there but to keep it closer and moving.]
I'm saying you gotta keep your mind open. Classes could help. I'm not saying you gotta do anything.
[At the knees and held tight.]
We could get some books.
[Further and his toes might graze his crotch.]
[At the knees and held tight.]
We could get some books.
[Further and his toes might graze his crotch.]
I think I'm pretty smart enough without more books. I know how to do a lot of things.
[Thighs close to keep that foot right where it is.]
[Thighs close to keep that foot right where it is.]
[Rub, rub like he's a magic lamp.]
I'm not gonna fight you on that. You're smart. Wouldn't it be great to have it a little easy though? Put those brains to something else?
[Larry licks his lips and realizes he has been rereading the same line.]
I'm not gonna fight you on that. You're smart. Wouldn't it be great to have it a little easy though? Put those brains to something else?
[Larry licks his lips and realizes he has been rereading the same line.]
[At least Freddy gives him enough credit to have been reading the same article. Ahem. Cereal and milk are set aside.]
What's that got to do with Spanish?
[Up and out of his seat with an unceremonious dumping of that foot.]
What's that got to do with Spanish?
[Up and out of his seat with an unceremonious dumping of that foot.]
[Only because he didn't get what it said the first time. Uh. He was distracted.]
Well. Once you got it down other shit will be easier.
[Dumped foot lightly lowers enough for him to save a little injury. The paper goes down.]
It'll be a useful skill for life.
Well. Once you got it down other shit will be easier.
[Dumped foot lightly lowers enough for him to save a little injury. The paper goes down.]
It'll be a useful skill for life.
I got other useful skills.
[Freddy pushes that paper away to get in Larry's space, freckled hands then press on his knees to spread them.]
[Freddy pushes that paper away to get in Larry's space, freckled hands then press on his knees to spread them.]
[It's not hard. The old man is rather willing.]
That sounds familiar.
[Larry's jaw sets and he leans back.]
Good and steady hands. Strong back. Mind sharp as a tack.
That sounds familiar.
[Larry's jaw sets and he leans back.]
Good and steady hands. Strong back. Mind sharp as a tack.
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