orangetoughguy | logging iv

Do you even hear yourself?

[Multiple insult. Move in here? Freddy, he has better taste even in dumps! Larry was going to take off his shoes, now he's not so sure.]

We're not movin' in here for one. And for another, maybe if you weren't accusing me then I wouldn't be defensive. I told her no. That's it.

[Huff! But he's not done just yet.]

You think I'm gonna go for pussy just because all of a sudden?

[He's going to ignore the first comment so he can address the others, but first Freddy turns in his seat to point at Larry.]

You wanted to take what she was offering. You didn't, I got that, but you wanted it.

[It wouldn't be the first time Dimmy salivated over a pair of tits. What's so wrong about it now, Newendyke??]

Yeah. I did. But not with her. Not here. Not now. And certainly not with our fucking money.

[Usually he's trying to keep it more cool, talk more softly. Larry's on his feet in response.]

I came here knowing that I'm not fucking any one of these girls. Call it a fucking moment of weakness, okay? I got em. That a crime?

[What a terrible and ironic use of the word, Dimmy.]

I didn't say it was a crime...!

[Oh no hands are flapping. This is starting to get out of hand.]

You're acting like I did something wrong.

[Man, that accusing tone is contagious or something. Larry just stares at him. Waiting to hear. What will it be? Looking and thinking about a lady or killing cops and running away.]

.....

[Snort. He's got you there, Newendyke.]

...No I'm not...!

[Classy, real classy.]

[Two big paws spread, exasperated. He then combs back his hair off of his forehead.]

Then what? What, kid. Because something's not jiving.

[Sorry, Lawrence Dimick, the kid's about to utter the four words you absolutely hate to hear. A freckled hand flaps in a wave of dismissal.]

Just forget about it.

How can I forget it when I don't know what this is about? You know why I'm here in this room right now.

[Those four words are right under his skin like a sliver and festering right with I can't talk about it now.]

You know.

[Freddy narrows his eyes. How else does one perfect the art of denial without readily recognizing it in others too.]

You didn't like that I thought about fucking a woman at all? That it? I can't read your mind.

[No matter how much he'd like to. And without the influence of the City he may never be privy to that sort of invasion or possibility.]

Well it's true right? You wanted to right?

[Why this is important to Freddy at all is something only the City could have provided by giving Lawrence Dimick the powers of a mind reader. But he didn't do it, he didn't go off to rub one out with a chica, so that should be important too right?]

I thought about the act of fucking pussy. If I wanted to, if I didn't give a fuck I wouldn't have turned her down!

[He's not sure why he's fighting right back. It's bullshit. Real bullshit.]

I got more brains than that. I got more respect than that. Shit, kid. What the hell do you think this is?

[Now his mind is going. Would this have been an issue in the City? It had hookers too. Larry shakes his head.]

Yeah and I can't exactly help you right now how do you think that makes me feel!

[Bark bark bark yap yip bark snap. That's what this is. Complete with flapping hands.]

Fuck! I'm not asking that of you! Jesus Christ. We're together. And you're around for more than a cum dump.

[Frustration coming out on his end too. Sexual, emotional, physical sorta feels nice to be yelling like a maniac.]

I didn't say nothing on purpose! Y'need fucking time.

[To heal and to begin with anything close to what they had back there...at least that was the message the old man got.]

[Huff and snort! Freddy folds his arms loosely across his chest and turns to watch the TV again. In any other circumstance he'd readily encourage him to get as far as he could with her before having to dine on the kid's dick. Even that scenario can't save this one, because they're not in those comfortable circumstances anymore.]

How the fuck do you expect me not to throw a fucking bitch fit over that?

I dunno.

[How do you like those two words, Officer? Larry is moving close to the TV. No way that will trump him for attention.]

Maybe because you know I want you. Or at least I thought you knew how I felt about you.

[Us.

Those comfortable circumstances are what he's been trying to paw for. Something, anything to help him keep going, not be stone walled.]

[He hates them. Out of his mouth they're fine because he's the police officer, he's the authority, he's got the badge and some scumbag in cuffs. When they're used on him? It's interfering with his investigation!!! Or just plain old hypocrisy.]

I know how you feel about me.

[Freddy admits, punctuating his admission with a heavy huff because the big old bear of a man is blocking the tube. So why all the annoyance, Newendyke? What is it? Maybe he doesn't think Larry will want to keep on loving him now that their comfort zone is gone.]

Say it. Tell me. I want to hear it.

[Even when Freddy won't say his side. At least the old man will feel as though the doubt of his side for at least a moment. Larry comes closer, still a thick brick laying wall of a man in front of the tube.]

What? [Oh no. He's cornered, a cornered fox. What do. What do. He blurts out:] ...You love me...!

[Does it count when those three words are spoken in such a way??]

[Cornered in the conversation and soon to be up close too. Larry leans down and grips the headboard close to Freddy's head. Brown eyes are searching into his face, still hot, still angry.]

What about them apples makes you think that I'm going to fuck any lady willing especially without your say?

[Alcohol on his breath isn't enough to make him drunk. Maybe enough to make him bold.]

.....

[Instinctively Freddy seems to shrink back just a smidge. Nothing against Larry, it's just what a smaller guy does when he's trapped in by a bigger guy. Caramel green eyes flick left then right then left then at Larry then right then left. He licks his lips. Freddy doesn't know what to say.]

[The old man knows just what to say.]

You're a real shit.

[Opposite paw combs back his hair in the direction he's looking. His heart feels swollen and heavy. Nothing bad. It ain't no bullet to the gut.]

A real fucking piece of work.

[Trapped and somehow trying to bait him with the saliva on his lips. Larry snorts and shakes his head. He starts to pull back.]

I'm gonna shower.

[Well Freddy can't argue that, not at all.]

Okay...

[He nods, looking at Larry only out the corners of his eyes, tail tucked, ears low.]

[Without turning around he pauses.]

Coming or what?

[May as well get his shirt off in the process. Just a shower. Uh. Right?]

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