Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
[Whatever works. It's all Freddy's fault. Larry's not in his head at all with him around. Words like that spill on out with no thoughts to them.]
Ginger doesn't sound a thing like Larry.
[Not a protest. Just an observation. Since it's a faster song he pulls back a little. There will still be about the same amount of body contact, just spread out. Don't want to spend it all in one place anyhow. Brown eyes do their best to be discrete trying to take a glance around. He's supposed to be the confident one. Confident people want their privacy.]
Ginger doesn't sound a thing like Larry.
[Not a protest. Just an observation. Since it's a faster song he pulls back a little. There will still be about the same amount of body contact, just spread out. Don't want to spend it all in one place anyhow. Brown eyes do their best to be discrete trying to take a glance around. He's supposed to be the confident one. Confident people want their privacy.]
Deal with it.
[Deja vu? The kid just smiles and shrugs like it ain't no thing, because it isn't. He can still count on the old man to catch him if dancing on walls doesn't work out. They've been out dancing long enough he can move without needing the cover and guidance of one confident motherfucker, but he'd be lying if he said that confidence wasn't a turn on.]
I was nineteen when this came out.
[Deja vu? The kid just smiles and shrugs like it ain't no thing, because it isn't. He can still count on the old man to catch him if dancing on walls doesn't work out. They've been out dancing long enough he can move without needing the cover and guidance of one confident motherfucker, but he'd be lying if he said that confidence wasn't a turn on.]
I was nineteen when this came out.
[That catches Freddy off guard.]
Huh? What do you mean?
Huh? What do you mean?
[Nobody else can call him Ginger. That's between the lines. It's a gift kid.
Got dark pretty damn quick. A little cooler too. Anybody would have to come pretty close to get any idea of funny business. That's how it should be.]
Still a kid. [He nods still movin'.] I was thirty five.
Got dark pretty damn quick. A little cooler too. Anybody would have to come pretty close to get any idea of funny business. That's how it should be.]
Still a kid. [He nods still movin'.] I was thirty five.
A college kid.
[Freddy corrects as if it makes a difference. He puts his hand on a broad shoulder, more so to give it a firm pat than to anchor him for simultaneous hip movements. Though, that's happening too.]
I'd dance with you. [Back then, he means.]
[Freddy corrects as if it makes a difference. He puts his hand on a broad shoulder, more so to give it a firm pat than to anchor him for simultaneous hip movements. Though, that's happening too.]
I'd dance with you. [Back then, he means.]
How's that different?
[Mentally he notes Freddy was in college at nineteen. When was he out of school? The process of college was a mystery to him other than he knew it was something he just wasn't meant for.]
Funny looks an' all? [The kid wasn't a cop then. Larry was already out of jail not once but twice. Flying free, he was all over the country. Would he have stopped to dance with a guy who had a rather soulful pair of caramel apple eyes or shrugged it off as some fucking impulse of something he decided he wasn't really?
Who are we kidding, there's something about the kid that really gets under his skin. They didn't know one another long and Mr. White put his own life on the line.]
[Mentally he notes Freddy was in college at nineteen. When was he out of school? The process of college was a mystery to him other than he knew it was something he just wasn't meant for.]
Funny looks an' all? [The kid wasn't a cop then. Larry was already out of jail not once but twice. Flying free, he was all over the country. Would he have stopped to dance with a guy who had a rather soulful pair of caramel apple eyes or shrugged it off as some fucking impulse of something he decided he wasn't really?
Who are we kidding, there's something about the kid that really gets under his skin. They didn't know one another long and Mr. White put his own life on the line.]
You don't think bein' a college kid makes me sound smart?
[The kid's not really pouting...but if Freddy can pour on a thick layer of pathetic snow puppy expression he will.]
Yeah, funny looks and all. It'd have to be like this though, somewhere dark and private.
[The kid's not really pouting...but if Freddy can pour on a thick layer of pathetic snow puppy expression he will.]
Yeah, funny looks and all. It'd have to be like this though, somewhere dark and private.
Oh, I know you sound smart alright. [Smart ass. The pathetic gets a hair ruffle like he's some kinda shaggy dog.]
I know it. No matter what age. But...if you're goin' in between classes that's for damn sure. [Those would be some mean kind of looks.]
I know it. No matter what age. But...if you're goin' in between classes that's for damn sure. [Those would be some mean kind of looks.]
I'm not standing up for him. [Let's get that out of the way first.] It's just the fair way to be.
[Puff of the cigarette.] Making his balls ache is one thing, but if he hasn't done anything really really wrong to you then you don't have a reason to break'em right?
[Puff of the cigarette.] Making his balls ache is one thing, but if he hasn't done anything really really wrong to you then you don't have a reason to break'em right?
[Fffstftftsff. Freddy shakes his head for that hair ruffling, the better to get all the floppy locks back into their proper places.]
You're real somethin'. [He smiles under a light laugh before it's his hand on the back of Larry's head now, the better to press their mouths together.]
You're real somethin'. [He smiles under a light laugh before it's his hand on the back of Larry's head now, the better to press their mouths together.]
[Freddy shrugs.] Most people don't think I'm that nice a guy.
Hey don't sweat it.
[Another shrug. He's the casualest coolest dog on the block.]
[Another shrug. He's the casualest coolest dog on the block.]
[Why bother? They're going to be knocked askew again.]
Somethin' for you. [Larry pulls their hips together to directly groin against him, that's not a dance move. He kisses him like he's a teenager, caught up in affection, preoccupied with touch. Maybe that's why they're like magnets. So many ours in the day they spend apart. Out in public they gotta play nice, keep it covert. It's all gotta spill out somewhere.]
Somethin' for you. [Larry pulls their hips together to directly groin against him, that's not a dance move. He kisses him like he's a teenager, caught up in affection, preoccupied with touch. Maybe that's why they're like magnets. So many ours in the day they spend apart. Out in public they gotta play nice, keep it covert. It's all gotta spill out somewhere.]
[Whoa. Freddy takes a deep breath for that sudden though not unexpected...extremely close contact. It feels great, dance move or not. Instinctively he purses his lips again, parted to slip his tongue like a teenager, caught up in the moment. Both arms are around Larry now, giving him all the affection he's got in the dark.]
The feeling's mutual, old man.
[He manages to say this between kisses. There are other unspoken sentiments too, but Freddy doesn't have to say them for Larry to know they're there...right?]
The feeling's mutual, old man.
[He manages to say this between kisses. There are other unspoken sentiments too, but Freddy doesn't have to say them for Larry to know they're there...right?]
[That could be a grunt in the back of his throat that gets caught. Call it the Freddy Newendyke effect. Arms loop around his waist. He can taste Marlboros along his tongue, inviting him deeper into the old man's mouth. Fuck it's got him starting to breathe heavy.
There are so many things expressed this way, things Larry wants to say but knows it's best not to. Freddy's still a kid. Things are probably moving so much faster than it should. He's never done this before. Straight out of his mouth, though that was so many months ago. Did he have any idea it'd get here? All wants aside, did it ever cross his mind?]
There are so many things expressed this way, things Larry wants to say but knows it's best not to. Freddy's still a kid. Things are probably moving so much faster than it should. He's never done this before. Straight out of his mouth, though that was so many months ago. Did he have any idea it'd get here? All wants aside, did it ever cross his mind?]
[Anything that crossed Freddy's mind was all hopeless rock and roll fantasy. He still had a job to do at the time and he knew it, wouldn't let other things get in the way, to a point. Are there limits? Do limits matter anymore when it comes to them? Freddy doesn't consider himself a kid the same way Larry does, not anymore. He's been supporting himself since he dropped out, he's been on the force for six years, he's gone undercover, he's been shot at twice and lived to tell the tale. Freddy Newendyke is no kid. He's just a kid at heart, maybe heart is where all his kiddishness remains anymore, and he's got a lot of heart for Lawrence Dimick. Who knew.]
Mmf. [Freddy sounds against pressing mouths and probing tongues.] Larry...
Mmf. [Freddy sounds against pressing mouths and probing tongues.] Larry...
[All that heart, all that kiddishness that only Lawrence Dimick sees only makes him protective. Already he considered himself to be something of a private guy, polite to anybody unless you crossed him. The more he gets out of Freddy, the more he wants to give. Until what? Until there's nothing left?]
Yeah, [pulling back in for one more lick at his bottom lip] baby? [Lips migrate to below his ear, so he can answer.]
Yeah, [pulling back in for one more lick at his bottom lip] baby? [Lips migrate to below his ear, so he can answer.]
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