orangetoughguy | log post II

[His fingertips dig into the other man's back, that's how intense he feels. Enough to claw into Lawrence Dimick just to make sure he knows Freddy doesn't want him going anywhere.]

Right back at you, old man.

[Freddy says with a shudder only to amend his seemingly noncommittal remark in a whisper.] I fucking love you, Larry.

[Larry shuts his eyes and holds him just to hold him. No one needs to be fucking dying to clutch at him like this. They don't even need to be fucking. He's slowly fitting back together after being blown apart.]

We're fine as we are.

[His voice breaks a little at the end.]

[Part of what makes Lawrence Dimick so damn hard to resist is the fact that they don't have to be fucking or dying to be held. Freddy can hardly call it resistance too because he has no desire to resist, not anymore.]

Go for a walk with me.

[Something normal, some fresh air even though Freddy has every intention of smoking along the way. No he doesn't plan on bringing the toucan, as long as he can spoil the beast with a huge stem of grapes to keep him busy.]

[Larry combs back his own hair with both mitts than Freddy's a little to make it look a bit more put together.]

Okay.

[Huff. The bear looks to the bird a second. Where did he-? Oh. He was hiding out during all that. Good idea. Shoes on now. He holds the door open for the kid when he's ready to go.]

[His hair just flops right back into place without any gel or wax to keep it styled but that's okay with Freddy. That's how this hound is. After sticking grapes in the cage, prompting a toucan to hop out of the log and perch happily, e-ee-e-e-ee-e'ing cheerfully before feasting on the stuff, Freddy locks the cage door again then grabs a hoodie and pulls on his shoes. He gives the old man a look just as he's stepping through the doorway, something soft but wordless.]

[That look. Larry shuts the door enough to obscure them and the inside of the apartment as he leans forward to say something wordless with his mouth against Freddy's.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

You make me so happy.

Sometimes he can be a stupid old man who thinks he knows and wants everything.]

[This kiss doesn't surprise him even though he can't say he saw it coming, but when it does these hands are on Larry and this mouth right on his to return the sentiment.

I don't know what I'd do without you. You piss me off so fucking much. I love you.]

[You're the best thing I got. Slowly as it simmers down he pulls away. That's a smile just for Freddy Newendyke right there. Now he'll open the door.]

[Freddy's smile isn't as wide, not quite like a floppy haired kid's usual grin, but with good reason. When they're on their way out, at some point (granted where they're in a less crowded place in which people won't know who they are) he'll guide one of those bear arms around himself to stuff Larry's paw into his own hoodie pocket. That's where it's easiest for him to slip his own hand on top of the other, subtle and out of sight.]

[Thank fuckin' God they didn't need milk, eggs or ice cream. It'd be melting.]

I heard this joint was good. Better be amazing at this rate.

[Now that they're blocked on either side they're stuck with the decision. Only one car away from giving their order.]

[One car away from giving the order, not even receiving it. At least they have time to kind of look at the lit up menus and pick something. Freddy blows smoke aside before leaning over (almost into Larry's lap) to see said menu.]

Man I can barely see the thing, maybe everything's good.

[So says the faux optimist. Being boxed in like this ain't his definition of good service, but at least they don't have to tip.]

[Huff of a cigarette smoke sigh.]

Man oh man.

[Lucky is gonna get it. He didn't say nothing about this. Te old man shifts in his seat to try and make more room though being this close ain't so bad at all. Though it's got nothing to do with the food.]

See anythin' good?

[The old man's gotta squint to make out what it says right off of the bat.]

Some burgers and chili cheese stuff and floats.

[All good Freddy foods, really. He plops back into his seat then after one last drag he flicks the cigarette out the window. Yeah it's littering but who's gonna call him out on it? The cops?]

Coulda just opened a can and poured it over some burgers.

[Though Freddy should know how the old man works. Why would he try and fix up something he already payed money for?]

A float could be good. [Or a shake. The kid digs those. Larry rolls the window down a little more air.]

Or eat it outta the can.

[Freddy counters with an ever so casual shrug because he's a straight-from-the-can kind of guy. Larry should know how the kid works. Another thoughtful moment passes. Then:]

Ever hold up a drive-thru before?

Hold up a drive-thru.

[He laughs like it's a punchline. Shaking his head and debates on turning off the engine.]

No. Those things got cameras. Plus some dope getting minimum wage with a shit burger flipping job has it bad enough.

[Some dope is going to deal with a cranky Lawrence Dimick one he gets to the window though.]

[.......] Yeah, I meant hold up the line but that's pretty fair too.

[Now Freddy's the one laughing a little bit. This fucking professional here thinks like a fucking professional. Of course the kid should've known better than to simply say 'hold up'.]

So they got cameras huh? [He asks like he doesn't know. The wheels in his hound dog head are turning.]

The line. [Knee slapper right there. No, really. He is slapping his knee.] I didn't think of that. Maybe some other time.

[Don't put any weight on that at all, kid. He's still sitting pretty. Are they gonna pull up? Yeah? No. Aw fuck. Sigh.]

Mostly at the place where you order then at the window. At least two. I dunno about this place since it looks like they're killing the cows and growing the fixings.

So my shake's gonna be fresh. [None of that syrup and milk shit.] Maybe I'll get one of those floats, maybe both.

[Choices for a Newendyke, he likes that.] Wanna order one of each for me? I mean, when we get there. Please, so I have somethin' to suck on at the drive-in?

[He's giving the old man a dewy-eyed look just because he can, like they're on a date. It's an improvement over that recent wedding warzone.]

Get both. We may as well get lunch and dinner. [Said the hungry bear.] Think I'm going for a shake myself.

[He responds like that as though that other part was no thing at all. Though the kid makes his mind go places in a flash. Call it a talent.]

So you need somethin' to suck on.

Well not if they got cameras, the kids inside are gonna say "Look at him, what a fuckin' pig."

[Get it? No actually the pig part isn't meant as a pun on his being a copper but it is a pun in the gutter. Freddy's face in Larry's crotch like it's a damn trough ripe for feasting, yep. That's just uncivilized. Plus, like, they got cameras dude. However the kid's already peeling off his hoodie, showing the sleeveless underneath. Warmer weather and all.]

Well. We could see em by now if there was one here close to the speaker. The next one is years away.

[They still haven't given the order. Yet. Larry licks his lips and is distracted from taking a look at those camera's by that skin that's revealed. Though honestly he's seen it before. Sure don't mean he gets sick of seeing it. Not by a long shot.]

You could work it with your hand though that don't help your poor mouth.

[Okay. Looking for the camera now.]

What kind of guy do you think I am? [He's making a face at Larry but does he mean it? Sometimes it's hard to tell with the way this kid manages to be like Marlon Brando or something.] Do I look like I work for tacos?

[He looks like a guy who works for shakes, floats, comic books, and action figures. Does that make Freddy Newendyke a kind of whore...or just a whore for Lawrence Dimick? He throws his hoodie at the old man which conveniently crumples in his lap.]

A hell of a man, that's what you are. [And he says it with all the sentiment he can muster for this Marlon Brando type with his comics, figures, floats and shakes. Even if this man is a whore. He's one of a fucking kind.]

You know I'd take good, good care of you later after you're full.

[Of food. If it is interpreted otherwise that's up to the kid. The hoodi has been very convenient lately. Larry decides that he should get Freddy a few more. Warm weather or not.]

Found it.

[The camera he means. The paw at the wheel is pointing forward and up. The angle is sharp and pretty much is exactly at the menu speaker.]

Oh yeah, I know. [He shrugs once as his fingers reach under that hoodie to start working those pants open.] Me too.

[Found what Freddy was looking for under there that is.]

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