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
[Oh God that feels so fucking good. He tilts his head to grant better and more access for that big old bear. Every kiss feels both fucking burning with urgency and soothing in its warmth.]
Think you'd dance with me at Rockefeller Center?
[Yeah, Freddy has to ask. It's the easiest way to express how much he wants to keep Larry's company, beyond this world. Beyond Los Angeles.]
Think you'd dance with me at Rockefeller Center?
[Yeah, Freddy has to ask. It's the easiest way to express how much he wants to keep Larry's company, beyond this world. Beyond Los Angeles.]
[In the dark you can't see freckles or scars, for a moment he feels as though maybe that is a ghost of what was a vampire bight it's so damn faint. The question, the implications, make him pull up his head. Is it too dark to see eye to eye? Larry'll try anyway.]
Yes. If you'd want to.
[Would Freddy really want him to? All those eyes on them? He doesn't want to lose this. Not here, not there. Would braving it out where his ass could be a smudge on the pavement? How is that any different than being at gun point with Eddie and Joe Cabot. It's a treacherous step that Mr. White would take.]
We should go up to the Empire State Building too.
Yes. If you'd want to.
[Would Freddy really want him to? All those eyes on them? He doesn't want to lose this. Not here, not there. Would braving it out where his ass could be a smudge on the pavement? How is that any different than being at gun point with Eddie and Joe Cabot. It's a treacherous step that Mr. White would take.]
We should go up to the Empire State Building too.
Why not?
[The unspoken part is how in New York City nobody knows who Freddy Newendyke is. Some people might know Lawrence Dimick there, either as Alvin or any other alias, but Mr. White has a rock solid reputation. Who would question that? It's something Freddy's noticed working on the other side of the law; people will look the other way if you're feared enough or in Larry's case he likes to believe respected enough.]
That'd be nice. [Eyes are seeing green to brown.] Then web up between the twin towers and go flying.
[The unspoken part is how in New York City nobody knows who Freddy Newendyke is. Some people might know Lawrence Dimick there, either as Alvin or any other alias, but Mr. White has a rock solid reputation. Who would question that? It's something Freddy's noticed working on the other side of the law; people will look the other way if you're feared enough or in Larry's case he likes to believe respected enough.]
That'd be nice. [Eyes are seeing green to brown.] Then web up between the twin towers and go flying.
They got dance halls too.
[With their music. A city that never sleeps, and never gets into nobody's business if they can help it. All of Larry's contacts are underground. He'd make them understand, if they didn't? Well, forget them. None of them are all that near and dear of friends.]
We should practice before then.
[Sorry. e can't help it. A smile tugs at his face making wrinkles at the cheeks and corners of his eyes.]
[With their music. A city that never sleeps, and never gets into nobody's business if they can help it. All of Larry's contacts are underground. He'd make them understand, if they didn't? Well, forget them. None of them are all that near and dear of friends.]
We should practice before then.
[Sorry. e can't help it. A smile tugs at his face making wrinkles at the cheeks and corners of his eyes.]
I'm gonna have to get a spider bite first.
[He quips. There's all sorts of irony in that remark even Freddy doesn't know yet. But either way he does know the old man meant dancing. Still he returns the smile.]
I don't mind practicing.
[He quips. There's all sorts of irony in that remark even Freddy doesn't know yet. But either way he does know the old man meant dancing. Still he returns the smile.]
I don't mind practicing.
How could I forget?
[Could it be that Larry is actually getting used to the Marvel, DC infused jokes infused here and there? Because he gets this is about Spider Man. That mean he's racking up a few gold stars?]
All about moving to the beat. We'll work on that.
[Because that is the only thing to sort out for their return to the real world. If only. Hard to tell from where they are but it could be Phil Collins in the air tonight.]
[Could it be that Larry is actually getting used to the Marvel, DC infused jokes infused here and there? Because he gets this is about Spider Man. That mean he's racking up a few gold stars?]
All about moving to the beat. We'll work on that.
[Because that is the only thing to sort out for their return to the real world. If only. Hard to tell from where they are but it could be Phil Collins in the air tonight.]
We got time.
[He nods, more than willing to work on it, work on whatever they need to. The kid didn't just jinx it by saying they do have time at all though, did he? His fingertips roam upward to feel along the collar of Larry's shirt. Nothing's wrong with Phil Collins, is there something in the air tonight?]
And I learn fast. [Here we go with that again.]
[He nods, more than willing to work on it, work on whatever they need to. The kid didn't just jinx it by saying they do have time at all though, did he? His fingertips roam upward to feel along the collar of Larry's shirt. Nothing's wrong with Phil Collins, is there something in the air tonight?]
And I learn fast. [Here we go with that again.]
[Thank God. Yes, they do. That is, if Larry doesn't fuck it up. Damn, that's not what he's thinking. Not really. He just hopes greatly that he never jumps the gun.]
Sure do.
[The old man moves to pop open a few buttons on his shirt, then take a hold of Freddy's hand to place it at his sternum. Soft cotton is interrupted by the feel of an ink design.]
Sure do.
[The old man moves to pop open a few buttons on his shirt, then take a hold of Freddy's hand to place it at his sternum. Soft cotton is interrupted by the feel of an ink design.]
[At first the kid doesn't seem to notice something's different about that shirt. Soft cotton, that's pretty normal. But ink? And ink that Larry appears to be making him feel? With a purpose? He almost believes maybe the guy's just hinting at him to start divesting him of his clothes...which Freddy starts doing happily so. Button by button.]
Don't tell anybody.
[He's close enough to whisper into the man's ear which may be a ploy to be near enough to lightly scrape his teeth against his ear while he's putting the pieces together.
It was difficult to find a shirt like this that would fit him the way he likes it. All for a purpose though.]
[He's close enough to whisper into the man's ear which may be a ploy to be near enough to lightly scrape his teeth against his ear while he's putting the pieces together.
It was difficult to find a shirt like this that would fit him the way he likes it. All for a purpose though.]
[Button by button by button by...the kid stares. No really he's staring. It's a big old unmistakable S on a big old unmistakable man. His hands roam over the ink and cotton stretched over his broad chest. It lights his green eyes up immediately, moreso than they were already lit up before.]
You sneaky son of a bitch.
[He hisses under his breath as his fingers clutch onto Larry's outer shirt, bringing the guy in for a kiss.]
You sneaky son of a bitch.
[He hisses under his breath as his fingers clutch onto Larry's outer shirt, bringing the guy in for a kiss.]
[For a heartbeat, he feels stupid. That's undone by how much those green eyes illuminate like the 4th of July.]
Gotta promise not to tell nobody. I gotta keep my secrets.
[Hard, super powered lip lock. Feel anything of steel, kid?]
Gotta promise not to tell nobody. I gotta keep my secrets.
[Hard, super powered lip lock. Feel anything of steel, kid?]
I ain't gonna--
[...tell nobody. That's what he means to say before the man of steel just sweeps him right up. Those hands are grabbing at the actual shirt now only to slip under the hem to feel bare skin below. He's firm, that's for sure.]
Wait wait wait... [He breathes, forcing them apart.] This ain't some undercover report for the Daily Planet is it?
[...tell nobody. That's what he means to say before the man of steel just sweeps him right up. Those hands are grabbing at the actual shirt now only to slip under the hem to feel bare skin below. He's firm, that's for sure.]
Wait wait wait... [He breathes, forcing them apart.] This ain't some undercover report for the Daily Planet is it?
So what if it is?
[At least he can talk about it with a professional undercover....agent, not reporter.]
I promise I'll protect you.
[Those fingers on him really make him feel like he's invincible.]
[At least he can talk about it with a professional undercover....agent, not reporter.]
I promise I'll protect you.
[Those fingers on him really make him feel like he's invincible.]
You ain't workin' on a story about young guys who'd do anything to touch the big man of steel? [And touch touch touch the kid does. He's so fucking hard under his clothes, winter pounds or not.] Things like suckin'im off or bending over.
[Make no mistake, two can play at this game. He's hot and bothered by Larry wearing the S and he'll return the favor two fold.] That's nice, good thing I don't need no protection from you.
[Make no mistake, two can play at this game. He's hot and bothered by Larry wearing the S and he'll return the favor two fold.] That's nice, good thing I don't need no protection from you.
All that's just for me. I'm looking for the real story here. I go deep undercover.
[Like the way his hand is going to the front of Freddy's pants. He's pretty dam n hard in places too.]
Though I think you're onto something there. That's a story I could get into.
[Clever turn of phrase. Fuck it'd be so different to think of wearing a rubber ever again]
[Like the way his hand is going to the front of Freddy's pants. He's pretty dam n hard in places too.]
Though I think you're onto something there. That's a story I could get into.
[Clever turn of phrase. Fuck it'd be so different to think of wearing a rubber ever again]
[That hand on his crotch is too much. Freddy can't resist grinding into his palm.] Take me--to your hideout, then we'll talk.
[Among other things. Green eyes are narrowing, fuck it's taking everything he's got not to jump Super White right here and now.]
[Among other things. Green eyes are narrowing, fuck it's taking everything he's got not to jump Super White right here and now.]
It's a treacherous journey, do you think you can make it that far?
[That'd mean they gotta get in the boat. Is everything normal yet? Fucking hell. He should have thought that through a little more. This was a lot more effective than he thought it would be.]
[That'd mean they gotta get in the boat. Is everything normal yet? Fucking hell. He should have thought that through a little more. This was a lot more effective than he thought it would be.]
You're the superhero, I'm countin' on you.
[Freddy manages to breathe out. Oh yeah, it's effective. Way effective. Seriously Lawrence Dimick what were you expecting pulling a stunt like this?]
[Freddy manages to breathe out. Oh yeah, it's effective. Way effective. Seriously Lawrence Dimick what were you expecting pulling a stunt like this?]
Up, up, and away.
[One last kiss before stepping out of the protection of shade. To the the boat, to the house. And then it doesn't take x-ray vision to see that they're heading to the bedroom. As fast as possible.]
[One last kiss before stepping out of the protection of shade. To the the boat, to the house. And then it doesn't take x-ray vision to see that they're heading to the bedroom. As fast as possible.]
[Today's work day involved cleaning up water damage, a great way to make a kid sore but also keep his mind active. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. A visit to the hospital seemed to prove the latter over the former. Either way Freddy comes in rubbing the bridge of his nose. With the lights on it can only mean Larry's in. A wonderful thing to come home to and frightening all the same.]
Hey.
[Got anything cooking? He's craving a snack.]
Hey.
[Got anything cooking? He's craving a snack.]
[Lights are on, the TV is on. He's watching Sanford and Son. Oh, there we go. Larry turns around.]
Hey.
[There's a bag of potato chips in his paw. Crunch, crunch.]
Hey.
[There's a bag of potato chips in his paw. Crunch, crunch.]
[Freddy'd know that themesong anywhere. Was it playing as soon as he opened the door? That would be perfect for television.]
Been in long?
[He's watching TV and munching on chips. That doesn't say 'just got back from work' like a kid kicking off his shoes and jacket to curl over the back of that sofa. One wonders what Fred and Lamont would think of their Rodeo Queen.]
Been in long?
[He's watching TV and munching on chips. That doesn't say 'just got back from work' like a kid kicking off his shoes and jacket to curl over the back of that sofa. One wonders what Fred and Lamont would think of their Rodeo Queen.]
[It was about midway through when he came on in.]
Kinda. I wasn't sure when you'd be in. Take a load off.
[Have a munch too. Rodeo Queen looks down with the same amount of adoration and joy even with the old man lounging.]
How'd your day go?
[The kid is lookin' a little worn out.]
Kinda. I wasn't sure when you'd be in. Take a load off.
[Have a munch too. Rodeo Queen looks down with the same amount of adoration and joy even with the old man lounging.]
How'd your day go?
[The kid is lookin' a little worn out.]
A lot of maintenance to clean out the water damage you know? [His legs are swinging right over the sofa so he can slide on down to the seat.] Hah this is the one where Julio's sister and her kid move in.
[It don't take long for him to recognize the episode. He indulged in non-superhero related stuff too. Speaking of though, one glimpse to the side and he can see someone is wearing that shirt again which evokes a smile on the kid's face. God he's a great kind of man.]
[It don't take long for him to recognize the episode. He indulged in non-superhero related stuff too. Speaking of though, one glimpse to the side and he can see someone is wearing that shirt again which evokes a smile on the kid's face. God he's a great kind of man.]
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