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
Entry tags:
logging iv
welcome home
welcome home
[As long as he doesn't perish from any choking. Strong, tough motherfucker he is Freddy knows what he can and can't take.]
Jesus!
[Even though that's not who's making him cry out. And the son of God is not the one that makes him unload. Call it on account of those magic freckled fingers. More protein for his breakfast. Larry makes sure he's all in as he twitches and cums like all this is the prize on the other side of the gloryhole.]
Jesus!
[Even though that's not who's making him cry out. And the son of God is not the one that makes him unload. Call it on account of those magic freckled fingers. More protein for his breakfast. Larry makes sure he's all in as he twitches and cums like all this is the prize on the other side of the gloryhole.]
[There's a slight choking sound to Freddy which may or may not be music to Larry's ears. Fortunately for him he's not gagging on his load or else there'd be a different kind of lesson going on here. But fingers and mouth don't stop until he's got every last drop out of the guy. Freddy also makes sure to look up under half-lidded butterscotch blonde eyelashes.]
[Puffing and softly moaning as he comes down on down from the high--and boy what a high he still holds tight to those honey locks. A look down he watches Freddy's pale cheeks now sporting some color and those eyes looking on up at him.]
Save some for me.
[A tug up on his hair should be a clear tell of what he'd like next.]
Save some for me.
[A tug up on his hair should be a clear tell of what he'd like next.]
[Instead of saying anything at all the kid just nods after carefully pulling his lips off the old man's cock. Hands move on higher as he gets to his feet, then Freddy leans in to press their mouths together.]
[As if his mouth hasn't been mashed and abused enough, Larry's not holding anything back. He's fully assaulting Freddy's mouth. No big deal that he was close to choking on dick or gulping cum. He just wants a little too to share the bitterness. And it's only polite. Paws are on him, petting and patting like the grateful, satisfied bear he is.]
[That's right, taste it, old man. Freddy's tongue moves in and out again before he leans back just enough to look in those warm brown eyes.]
Uno mas?
Uno mas?
Para tí, lo que sea.
[Anything for you. Which is about as sloppy as it could be. Much like fucking in the kitchen. If that's lost in translation, Larry's heart won't be broken. After all. Sea. Si. It sounds the same. It means yes. After so much no, it's a yes. He'll figure out a way.]
[Anything for you. Which is about as sloppy as it could be. Much like fucking in the kitchen. If that's lost in translation, Larry's heart won't be broken. After all. Sea. Si. It sounds the same. It means yes. After so much no, it's a yes. He'll figure out a way.]
One suit. Just one. The rest we should keep casual.
[That's not so hard right? Larry has a few bags in his hand. It's not a high rolling shopping spree. This is a different sort of Dimick. One that is checking price tags and money managing.
The market place is something like a swap meet without an end. Indoor. Outdoor. All sorts of things.]
[That's not so hard right? Larry has a few bags in his hand. It's not a high rolling shopping spree. This is a different sort of Dimick. One that is checking price tags and money managing.
The market place is something like a swap meet without an end. Indoor. Outdoor. All sorts of things.]
You can't have just one.
[Freddy says, not as a declaration but as an observation of what he knows of Larry Dimick's nature. He can't have just one. Then again he's never had to live with the old man on the lam for long. Maybe the kid's just spoiled. Surely that's obvious by the bag of stuff he's holding that's not full of necessities. Also the ice cream in his hand. Yeah, ice cream. Who wants to make something of it??]
[Freddy says, not as a declaration but as an observation of what he knows of Larry Dimick's nature. He can't have just one. Then again he's never had to live with the old man on the lam for long. Maybe the kid's just spoiled. Surely that's obvious by the bag of stuff he's holding that's not full of necessities. Also the ice cream in his hand. Yeah, ice cream. Who wants to make something of it??]
Yeah I can. Slacks and a button down shirt ain't a suit.
[Just to put that out there.
Other stuff, well. That's what budgeting is about. Save here, spend there.]
I'm talking about you too, you know.
[No one is gonna make anything out of the ice cream. He best make sure it doesn't drip on the merch.]
We might need to look put together. Dunno what's ahead.
[Just to put that out there.
Other stuff, well. That's what budgeting is about. Save here, spend there.]
I'm talking about you too, you know.
[No one is gonna make anything out of the ice cream. He best make sure it doesn't drip on the merch.]
We might need to look put together. Dunno what's ahead.
[Who with the what now?? Freddy stares at Larry then flaps a hand at him before flapping a hand at himself.]
You want me to have a suit?
[Besides the suits they've had to ditch...for the second time. Imagine that.]
You want me to have a suit?
[Besides the suits they've had to ditch...for the second time. Imagine that.]
Why do you hate them so much? You look great.
[That he can say without looking distracted. Fuck though, he's got an ice cream cone in his hand. Hard to picture him suited in anyway.
The black suits, the ones from the heist well. Those are not to be seen any place ever again. For good reason.]
Didn't you own at least one?
[Before the mess.]
[That he can say without looking distracted. Fuck though, he's got an ice cream cone in his hand. Hard to picture him suited in anyway.
The black suits, the ones from the heist well. Those are not to be seen any place ever again. For good reason.]
Didn't you own at least one?
[Before the mess.]
They're stiff and tight.
[Kind of like a police uniform. Also kind of like--wait a second what's wrong with his ice cream?? Fff. Freddy gives it a lick.]
Sure I did. I had to.
[Can you imagine the kid in his dress blues, old man? Can you?]
[Kind of like a police uniform. Also kind of like--wait a second what's wrong with his ice cream?? Fff. Freddy gives it a lick.]
Sure I did. I had to.
[Can you imagine the kid in his dress blues, old man? Can you?]
Is that an observation or a complaint?
[Because he can think of a few things that are not so bad that way. Besides suits. Ahem. The old man turns away before he can catch another lick on that melting treat.]
I mean with a tie, a blazer.
[Not a uniform. Somehow they've so nicely skirted issues like that up until now.]
[Because he can think of a few things that are not so bad that way. Besides suits. Ahem. The old man turns away before he can catch another lick on that melting treat.]
I mean with a tie, a blazer.
[Not a uniform. Somehow they've so nicely skirted issues like that up until now.]
An observation.
[Because he's a cop. Because he's a detective. Observing is what they do, hah. Lick lick. He isn't blind to the way the old man averts his gaze either.]
Yeah. I had one. For formal family stuff.
[Freddy gives a Big Ole Shrug.]
[Because he's a cop. Because he's a detective. Observing is what they do, hah. Lick lick. He isn't blind to the way the old man averts his gaze either.]
Yeah. I had one. For formal family stuff.
[Freddy gives a Big Ole Shrug.]
We might be getting formal stuff. Not family.
[Eyes stay averted. Looking to see if something looks remotely designer looking. They can look smart and expensive by being cheap and thrifty.... a allegedly.]
Gotta be ready for anything.
[Eyes stay averted. Looking to see if something looks remotely designer looking. They can look smart and expensive by being cheap and thrifty.... a allegedly.]
Gotta be ready for anything.
What's the difference?
[The bespoke-stupid younger man asks...as if he couldn't feel the difference the first time the older man put him in something a bit more tailored.]
[The bespoke-stupid younger man asks...as if he couldn't feel the difference the first time the older man put him in something a bit more tailored.]
We gotta make friends here, remember? Might call for some wining and dining.
[That good enough? Need he say more? The old man clears his throat.]
Just in case. I got no insight, just an idea.
[Experience being a crook among crooks. Freddy's own one experience though was highly successful. That fact is lingering in the air.]
[That good enough? Need he say more? The old man clears his throat.]
Just in case. I got no insight, just an idea.
[Experience being a crook among crooks. Freddy's own one experience though was highly successful. That fact is lingering in the air.]
You mean it's gonna matter if I'm wearing Sears or Saint Laurent?
[The kid asks before crunching into the cone. Isn't Larry proud of him? Freddy remembered a designer name. Nevermind that that's more of a womenswear label.]
[The kid asks before crunching into the cone. Isn't Larry proud of him? Freddy remembered a designer name. Nevermind that that's more of a womenswear label.]
[Direct hit. he's impressed. Super impressed. To hear such names out of that mouth alone is a real treat. Larry sighs and pushes back his hair from his forehead.]
No. But we gotta look like we're wearing something more high end. Half of that is wearing it.
[The old man reaches for his melting cone for a taste.]
Which sorta leads to a thought of mine I had earlier.
No. But we gotta look like we're wearing something more high end. Half of that is wearing it.
[The old man reaches for his melting cone for a taste.]
Which sorta leads to a thought of mine I had earlier.
Oh yeah?
[Heeeeeeey.....well, Freddy relinquishes the cone but not without a lifting eyebrow because really, Dimmy? Really? You're a grown ass old man.]
What's that?
[Freddy asks, indulging in these bear thoughts.]
[Heeeeeeey.....well, Freddy relinquishes the cone but not without a lifting eyebrow because really, Dimmy? Really? You're a grown ass old man.]
What's that?
[Freddy asks, indulging in these bear thoughts.]
[Lick, lick. Just a little. Sheesh.]
You and me, we got no commitments yet. And we're gonna need to be making money. I'm not out to put myself directly into a bind of any kind with our buddy Ray but it might happen. If it does...
[The old man shoves his hands into his pockets and sticks close. Rude to have a conversation like this when he's window shopping.]
You and me, we got no commitments yet. And we're gonna need to be making money. I'm not out to put myself directly into a bind of any kind with our buddy Ray but it might happen. If it does...
[The old man shoves his hands into his pockets and sticks close. Rude to have a conversation like this when he's window shopping.]
[Sorry old man, color the kid confused because he's being denied his sugar. The ice cream kind.]
What are you getting at?
[What does this have to do with suits. Is he implying Freddy might have to hustle? Of course he knows a legitimate way of making money might not be on the table so soon but don't count on the kid to be a con artist...even though he'd probably be great at it.]
What are you getting at?
[What does this have to do with suits. Is he implying Freddy might have to hustle? Of course he knows a legitimate way of making money might not be on the table so soon but don't count on the kid to be a con artist...even though he'd probably be great at it.]
You're gonna have to play a part one way or another. I don't wanna play pimp, neither do you. We might have to have the look. That's what I'm getting at.
[In the most brief sort of way. Maybe being reconnected with the sweets gets Freddy calm and accepting enough.]
I said I wasn't gonna go around him on my own, I meant it. I don't think we're taking advantage of the possibilities here by keeping away.
[In the most brief sort of way. Maybe being reconnected with the sweets gets Freddy calm and accepting enough.]
I said I wasn't gonna go around him on my own, I meant it. I don't think we're taking advantage of the possibilities here by keeping away.
[Phhthtbhhtb! Snort. The kid shakes his head after making some kind of noise of disbelief.]
I'm not a pimp. Do I look like a pimp? Jesus.
[Freddy shakes his head.] Can I play something besides a pimp?
[He asks in incredulous but hushed tones, to keep the conversation to himself. Little does Larry know once upon a time Freddy had this same kind of conversation with Holdaway.]
I'm not a pimp. Do I look like a pimp? Jesus.
[Freddy shakes his head.] Can I play something besides a pimp?
[He asks in incredulous but hushed tones, to keep the conversation to himself. Little does Larry know once upon a time Freddy had this same kind of conversation with Holdaway.]
Page 20 of 28