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
Nothin's been ordinary since you.
[Freddy turns the phrase on its head despite the shared sentiment. He turns around literally too, coming face to face with Lawrence Dimick. The kid's a whole teenager younger than him, true, sixteen years now until December, but there are lines in his face as well. There are worried marks and creases of never truly knowing, perhaps not knowing too far into adulthood. Since Larry he's felt some kind of rediscovery or another surge of growing up. This time in a way that's honest with himself. To Freddy Newendyke that's his kind of romance, the complex bullshit that somehow still ties everything to do, bonds it pretty fucking strong too.]
Maybe I'm just a bad romance kind of guy. [He quips while putting his hands on Larry's waist.]
[Freddy turns the phrase on its head despite the shared sentiment. He turns around literally too, coming face to face with Lawrence Dimick. The kid's a whole teenager younger than him, true, sixteen years now until December, but there are lines in his face as well. There are worried marks and creases of never truly knowing, perhaps not knowing too far into adulthood. Since Larry he's felt some kind of rediscovery or another surge of growing up. This time in a way that's honest with himself. To Freddy Newendyke that's his kind of romance, the complex bullshit that somehow still ties everything to do, bonds it pretty fucking strong too.]
Maybe I'm just a bad romance kind of guy. [He quips while putting his hands on Larry's waist.]
I love that. We don't need normal.
[Like anyone says they do. No other opinions are valid here if anyone else knew.
So they got a body count. So they got the law to answer to someday (in different ways). There's so much more. Did the old man know he could be this forgiving? No, not in a million years did he think he'd fall so hard for a person. There's so much he's also learning at his age.]
That's not something you do all on your own.
[Hands on his wrists. Larry leans forward and touches forehead to forehead.]
[Like anyone says they do. No other opinions are valid here if anyone else knew.
So they got a body count. So they got the law to answer to someday (in different ways). There's so much more. Did the old man know he could be this forgiving? No, not in a million years did he think he'd fall so hard for a person. There's so much he's also learning at his age.]
That's not something you do all on your own.
[Hands on his wrists. Larry leans forward and touches forehead to forehead.]
That's fair enough.
[Freddy concedes, nodding slightly against Larry's forehead. Then before you know it, without warning (not that he needs one), the kid is grasping at the old man's face to pull him into a hard kiss. He doesn't want to jinx the moment but as far as he can tell, there's no toucan about up here.]
[Freddy concedes, nodding slightly against Larry's forehead. Then before you know it, without warning (not that he needs one), the kid is grasping at the old man's face to pull him into a hard kiss. He doesn't want to jinx the moment but as far as he can tell, there's no toucan about up here.]
[Those flappy hands feel good gripping his face. Larry mashes his mouth with him. Good hard kiss of a tough guy. For liking the romance, the gritty hardness is also appealing. They can pull that off flawlessly.]
So you got me flowers huh?
[If there's room for talking. Larry nips at his lower lip.]
Get on your knees please.
So you got me flowers huh?
[If there's room for talking. Larry nips at his lower lip.]
Get on your knees please.
Uh--[In the middle of hard kisses and quick sharp breaths.]--Huh.
[Oh is that how it's gonna be? Because the big billed buzzard screwed up those first two and a half chances, now it's the kid who's gotta get down on the floor. Well, he's not gonna complain. Freddy complies after looking at Larry with something particularly ravenous in green and caramel. Down he goes, sinking to his knees. His fingers drag downward too to clutch at the old man's waistband.]
What now?
[Oh is that how it's gonna be? Because the big billed buzzard screwed up those first two and a half chances, now it's the kid who's gotta get down on the floor. Well, he's not gonna complain. Freddy complies after looking at Larry with something particularly ravenous in green and caramel. Down he goes, sinking to his knees. His fingers drag downward too to clutch at the old man's waistband.]
What now?
Can you please reach in to my pants and take out my cock.
[You bet this is because a big billed buzzkill interrupted. All in good fun though. The kid is the one asking questions to get the right answers. Larry slowly sinks down to sit on Freddy's bed.]
All this asking I think [sigh] you can have a request or two.
[Meaning that the old man would roll over or lay there. Is that a romantic touch for Freddy?]
[You bet this is because a big billed buzzkill interrupted. All in good fun though. The kid is the one asking questions to get the right answers. Larry slowly sinks down to sit on Freddy's bed.]
All this asking I think [sigh] you can have a request or two.
[Meaning that the old man would roll over or lay there. Is that a romantic touch for Freddy?]
I'll reach into your pants and take you out. I'll get you real nice and hard, and I'll keep what I wanna do with you in mind.
[Secretly the kid feels a little dumb after those words leave his mouth. Come on, Newendyke, you can do better than that. You're a cop, cops use words all the time. Sure they're not big pretty eloquent florid words but they're still words. His fingers are working the button, the fly, separating the fabric to reach in. Think on your feet, Newendyke. Wait, he has an idea.]
Do you like it when I take it slow?
[Freddy asks, gentle and careful with his cock. Part of it is part of the act, the other part is some honest curiosity.]
[Secretly the kid feels a little dumb after those words leave his mouth. Come on, Newendyke, you can do better than that. You're a cop, cops use words all the time. Sure they're not big pretty eloquent florid words but they're still words. His fingers are working the button, the fly, separating the fabric to reach in. Think on your feet, Newendyke. Wait, he has an idea.]
Do you like it when I take it slow?
[Freddy asks, gentle and careful with his cock. Part of it is part of the act, the other part is some honest curiosity.]
You mean you're not gonna tell me?
[Knees splay wider. The old bear groans at these soft, careful touches.]
Not too slow.
[Brown eyes are watching where ever he goes.]
[Knees splay wider. The old bear groans at these soft, careful touches.]
Not too slow.
[Brown eyes are watching where ever he goes.]
It'll be a surprise. I gotta keep you guessin'.
[To make up for not being quiet a romantic even though Freddy's approach is equally romantic, just in different ways. Kind of like how the flowers in his room aren't really flowers, but it's still a vase.]
Better? [He gives a slow but broad lick to the tip.] Yes or no?
[To make up for not being quiet a romantic even though Freddy's approach is equally romantic, just in different ways. Kind of like how the flowers in his room aren't really flowers, but it's still a vase.]
Better? [He gives a slow but broad lick to the tip.] Yes or no?
I'm always guessing. Who knows what's [oh fuck that's it. That broad lick. Larry loses his train of thought entirely. Just as well because Freddy asked something else.]
Yes. Fuck you get me so hard.
[Huff of a shaky sigh. He can see those unique flowers from where he is.]
Yes. Fuck you get me so hard.
[Huff of a shaky sigh. He can see those unique flowers from where he is.]
I like gettin' you hard. I wanna get you on your hands and knees. [Another lick then the kid's getting up to his feet.] Come on, in your room. I want to fuck you with all your flowers.
[In any other situation Freddy might think that just sounds crazy ridiculous, but he's got a hunch Larry would like it. Who else treats the other man like this? He offers an open hand to lead the way.]
[In any other situation Freddy might think that just sounds crazy ridiculous, but he's got a hunch Larry would like it. Who else treats the other man like this? He offers an open hand to lead the way.]
[Any hotter and he would be melting like a popsicle.]
Thank you.
[Pants at his hips he's up and walking after this kid. If he had a tail it would be wagging.]
Thank you.
[Pants at his hips he's up and walking after this kid. If he had a tail it would be wagging.]
[On the way back over the kid cuts a brief cursory look over the side to make sure the toucan's keeping out of trouble. Looks like he's tucked up in his cage playing with something or other. Good. As for Larry's room, Freddy can smell the flowers before he even steps in. Oh and one last thing.]
Close the door on your way in.
[How's that for a promise of non-interruption?]
Close the door on your way in.
[How's that for a promise of non-interruption?]
[Orange is sitting at a corner table far in the back of their chosen bar. It's always the same place, the same spot, the same drink. Sometimes it's the same hour too. He lights a cigarette, his second already. Meeting with White is strange for most obvious reasons, but it's the only sense of consistency anymore. If there's one thing he can count on, it's on that man showing up as promised, when promised. His gaze hovers over the doorway, waiting for a familiar silhouette to fill the space.]
[On cue, the silhouette of a broad shouldered man in a suit fills a portion of the doorway. Even through the smoke and low lights of the bar he navigates with ease to Orange. No rush at all to his step. He knows where he's going. Right to the same spot.]
Edited 2011-05-27 09:17 (UTC)
[Orange contrasts that sharpness with his jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket.]
You look sharp. What's the occasion?
[Time and time again whenever this man shows up dressed to kill Orange thinks that's exactly what he's doing. If he's not killing people with bullets he's probably dismantling livelihoods just by virtue of doing...whatever it is he does. He looks like the type, an enforcer. That's the only way people can keep order when they don't live in penthouses or the burbs, right? People need people like White.]
You look sharp. What's the occasion?
[Time and time again whenever this man shows up dressed to kill Orange thinks that's exactly what he's doing. If he's not killing people with bullets he's probably dismantling livelihoods just by virtue of doing...whatever it is he does. He looks like the type, an enforcer. That's the only way people can keep order when they don't live in penthouses or the burbs, right? People need people like White.]
Business here. Meetings there.
[Taking a seat then in the most casual of ways. Even though Mr. Orange is in casual clothes he's a charmer through and through. White knows a thief when he sees one.]
Get any of your answers about that peeping tom?
[Eye in the Sky.]
[Taking a seat then in the most casual of ways. Even though Mr. Orange is in casual clothes he's a charmer through and through. White knows a thief when he sees one.]
Get any of your answers about that peeping tom?
[Eye in the Sky.]
Drink? [He raises his beer to his lips, straight from the bottle. Fuck the Eye in the Sky bullshit.]
Yeah, I shook that little fuckhead down and got the paycheck numbers for his actors. Non-union.
[Bitter much? He doesn't regret punching out that douchebag though. Freddy doubts the other guy knew it was staged too.]
Yeah, I shook that little fuckhead down and got the paycheck numbers for his actors. Non-union.
[Bitter much? He doesn't regret punching out that douchebag though. Freddy doubts the other guy knew it was staged too.]
[Brown eyes go to the neck of the bottle and to his lips.]
Sure.
[Though why does he have to go on all sour like that. White smiles ruefully. There are only so many ways a man can get by in times like these being bitter may be one of the better ways.]
That's more than what anybody else has done.
Sure.
[Though why does he have to go on all sour like that. White smiles ruefully. There are only so many ways a man can get by in times like these being bitter may be one of the better ways.]
That's more than what anybody else has done.
What've you been watching lately?
[He asks, wanting to know what White has seen done, or hasn't seen done for that matter. Orange is gesturing for a woman to drop off another round of Coronas. She's cute, probably down on her luck, probably getting beat by her boyfriend once a week.]
[He asks, wanting to know what White has seen done, or hasn't seen done for that matter. Orange is gesturing for a woman to drop off another round of Coronas. She's cute, probably down on her luck, probably getting beat by her boyfriend once a week.]
The ponies. The papers.
[Meeting up like this at this place knowing as much and as little all at once gives a little sense to the world.]
The numbers too. Yours isn't up. Though keep playing as hard and long as you do...
[White doesn't finish the thought out loud. Really he doesn't want to.]
[Meeting up like this at this place knowing as much and as little all at once gives a little sense to the world.]
The numbers too. Yours isn't up. Though keep playing as hard and long as you do...
[White doesn't finish the thought out loud. Really he doesn't want to.]
What does that mean? You're talkin' riddles.
[Freddy says with a tap of ash from cigarette to the tray's rim. Unlike the sourness with which he spoke of the filmmaking fucker, he speaks to White with some amusement.]
[Freddy says with a tap of ash from cigarette to the tray's rim. Unlike the sourness with which he spoke of the filmmaking fucker, he speaks to White with some amusement.]
I'm talking perfect sense. Keep getting into matters and you'll be upsetting people.
[He'll take amusement far easier. White blows smoke upward into the air. He gives the lady a nod of appreciation for his Corona.
There's one person the old man knows who would be upset. It's best not to tip your hand. Besides if the lug don't know himself, well...]
I guess that's just how you are. Huh, kid?
[He'll take amusement far easier. White blows smoke upward into the air. He gives the lady a nod of appreciation for his Corona.
There's one person the old man knows who would be upset. It's best not to tip your hand. Besides if the lug don't know himself, well...]
I guess that's just how you are. Huh, kid?
So what you're saying like I'm a troublemaker or somethin'? I'm Wile E. Coyote and common sense is the Roadrunner?
[He's joking already. That's the effect this man has on him.]
[He's joking already. That's the effect this man has on him.]
I can only tell you what I think. And I'm not a looney toon.
[Fuck man, it's contagious sometimes. Tap, tap of ash in the tray.]
You can't be completely oblivious.
[Fuck man, it's contagious sometimes. Tap, tap of ash in the tray.]
You can't be completely oblivious.
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