["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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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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?
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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?]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Be a gentleman, Dimmy. Help out.]