orangetoughguy | logging iv

[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?]

Are you serious??

[Freddy blurts out in a panic and he already knows it could be taken so many different ways it'll probably be taken the worst way when really the kid just doesn't want either of them to have to see the work on his belly.]

[So much for trying to remain neutral, shirtless he turns. There for the kid to see is his City given tattoo. Somehow he's got some scars from a shooting that didn't happen. Might have happened. It's all confusing.]

Yeah I'm serious. A shower. You know to bathe? You got wax in your ears? I'm not gonna fuck you while you're like this.

[Physically. Mentally.]

[Seeing the tattoo just rushes Freddy with all kinds of feelings and insecurities.]

No.

[No wax in his ears.] I don't feel like it....

[He can change the dressing on his stomach himself.]

[That was not what he was expecting. Not after the outburst, the reiteration of where the old crook stands. He's floored.]

Fine.

[Turning away he heads into the small, small bathroom. Larry already feels smothered on his own in the space with his thoughts. Before anything else crosses his mind to say he drops trow and shuts the door. Part of him thinks Freddy will change his mind.

But he said he didn't feel like it.

The water takes a bit to warm up. What sort of satisfaction would really be had by wanking in the shower at this point. He wonders, oh he wonders.]

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