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
[As his orgasm makes the grown man shake apart Larry grinds harder. Freddy catches his hand planted at his hip, holding on for dear life. Maybe he is, he'll catch his death with a man like Mr. Orange.]
Jesus, Freddy. [Can't talk much more than that. The rest is a groan as he makes sure he's emptied completely on his end.]
You [strangled, tight] love it?
Jesus, Freddy. [Can't talk much more than that. The rest is a groan as he makes sure he's emptied completely on his end.]
You [strangled, tight] love it?
Oh yeah... [He shudders.] I love it.
[Back to that again? But it's okay because Larry knows it's more than that now, right? His breaths are sharp and hitched, one after the other in a curious succession. The wave of his own orgasm is longer and stretched out, more subtle than the fast rise and fall of the first. It feels just as good even though it's made less of a mess. That's what Larry's for. The kid grinds back against him.]
You're fuckin' beautiful... [He strokes that wildcat.]
[Back to that again? But it's okay because Larry knows it's more than that now, right? His breaths are sharp and hitched, one after the other in a curious succession. The wave of his own orgasm is longer and stretched out, more subtle than the fast rise and fall of the first. It feels just as good even though it's made less of a mess. That's what Larry's for. The kid grinds back against him.]
You're fuckin' beautiful... [He strokes that wildcat.]
Fuck. [The counter grind and the way his ass has got him all but pinched as he comes has Larry breathless. Still he moves back best he can, unable to shake out the lead. The paw positioned to keep any mess off of the couch, strokes him, milking anything that'll come on out.]
Baby, I love you. [Larry leans over, trying to be careful of his weight to make like he's trying to mark every freckle he sees on the man's back with his mouth.]
Baby, I love you. [Larry leans over, trying to be careful of his weight to make like he's trying to mark every freckle he sees on the man's back with his mouth.]
I fuckin' love you too, old man.
[It comes out easier this time, maybe because he's--they're--riding out the comedown of a hard release. Maybe it's because after saying it once and understanding it's mutual it's no longer something to fear. Freddy lets go of the wildcat only to bend that arm to stroke through Larry's thick hair. If he could keep the big guy on top of him, inside him, like this for as long as possible he would.]
[It comes out easier this time, maybe because he's--they're--riding out the comedown of a hard release. Maybe it's because after saying it once and understanding it's mutual it's no longer something to fear. Freddy lets go of the wildcat only to bend that arm to stroke through Larry's thick hair. If he could keep the big guy on top of him, inside him, like this for as long as possible he would.]
[The jabber jaw of a Newendyke can say so many things, and this is something he's sure never going to tire of hearing. Second time in and it makes his chest feel tight, though it all could very well be because Larry's fucked him like a jack hammer.]
No fucking asshole compares. [To Freddy and his own, hell okay it's heartfelt. Slowly he's gotta sit up, sad to leave the grip of that hand in his hair. It can't be comfortable with his bulk belt over like that.]
No fucking asshole compares. [To Freddy and his own, hell okay it's heartfelt. Slowly he's gotta sit up, sad to leave the grip of that hand in his hair. It can't be comfortable with his bulk belt over like that.]
Hah hah real funny.
[The jabber jaw jabs onward. The hand to Larry's hair turns into an affectionately firm 'pat' to the head but he relinquishes that mess eventually.]
Jesus Christ. [Bulk or not Freddy's still feeling far more between his thighs than any weight on his back. Larry's no beast of burden.]
[The jabber jaw jabs onward. The hand to Larry's hair turns into an affectionately firm 'pat' to the head but he relinquishes that mess eventually.]
Jesus Christ. [Bulk or not Freddy's still feeling far more between his thighs than any weight on his back. Larry's no beast of burden.]
[One paw is rubbing up and down Freddy's back, then to his rear end close to where Larry's disappeared.]
Y'all right? I'll move.
[Fuck how they fit together, physically work together it's a feat and a marvel. Not that the kid is any green horn or fucking small. And the bear of a Dimick isn't all that huge... they're a mismatched pair he wouldn't want any other way.]
Y'all right? I'll move.
[Fuck how they fit together, physically work together it's a feat and a marvel. Not that the kid is any green horn or fucking small. And the bear of a Dimick isn't all that huge... they're a mismatched pair he wouldn't want any other way.]
I'm good I'm good. [Freddy flaps his own paw, oh but that rubbing feels so damn nice...] Get off me.
[So he can turn over and look up at you instead of looking over his shoulder at you, Lawrence Dimick.]
[So he can turn over and look up at you instead of looking over his shoulder at you, Lawrence Dimick.]
[A chuckle before a hitched breath as he pulls out, nice and easy. The rubbing continues even when he's free of the kid's form.]
I don't need to check? [To see if he's okay. All kidding. Fucking hell he feels like he's light headed or something.]
I don't need to check? [To see if he's okay. All kidding. Fucking hell he feels like he's light headed or something.]
[Aaaaand flop. He's sprawled on the sofa now, on his back and looking up at Larry thoroughly well fucked.]
Yeah you're a real gentleman.
[It's an honest sentiment couched in a joke. The kid reaches up to pull the old man against him tiredly. Wouldn't anyone after going for two rounds?]
Yeah you're a real gentleman.
[It's an honest sentiment couched in a joke. The kid reaches up to pull the old man against him tiredly. Wouldn't anyone after going for two rounds?]
[Timber! Larry makes like he's going to fall directly on top but braces himself on the back of the couch and settles on Freddy.]
Were it counts. Otherwise you know I'm a real dog.
[And he wants another smoke. Not a cigar though. That'll be saved for a special occasion. Thick fingers reach for the top of the other man's head.
Larry realizes that Golden Girls are on now.]
Were it counts. Otherwise you know I'm a real dog.
[And he wants another smoke. Not a cigar though. That'll be saved for a special occasion. Thick fingers reach for the top of the other man's head.
Larry realizes that Golden Girls are on now.]
[That fake out gets a brief look of preparing-for-the-shock out of the kid but whew the old man doesn't do as planned. That's best for the both of them, honestly. Fff. Dirty blonde hair flops this way then that.]
Don't kid yourself.
[He knows Larry can be a mean junkyard dog but more often than not, he's a pretty good guy. Freddy snakes an arm around him, craving a smoke too but that craving pales in comparison to the need to just lounge lazily with this cowboy.]
Don't kid yourself.
[He knows Larry can be a mean junkyard dog but more often than not, he's a pretty good guy. Freddy snakes an arm around him, craving a smoke too but that craving pales in comparison to the need to just lounge lazily with this cowboy.]
[A day passed. Two, then three. By then it was clear. The old man hadn't said anything about it but, since Freddy Newendyke sees him everyday he knows there's something to it.
Larry kept his winter coat out in the hallway. The same with his skates. Drinking coffee he shook his head, looking at the collection.]
I guess it's just not going to happen.
[All that time. All that waiting.]
Larry kept his winter coat out in the hallway. The same with his skates. Drinking coffee he shook his head, looking at the collection.]
I guess it's just not going to happen.
[All that time. All that waiting.]
[If Larry listens carefully maybe he can hear the crunch crunch crunch of cereal in the background. Freddy's made his way over to the old man's side, hand in a box of Lucky Charms. He looks at Larry, the collection, Larry, the collection. Crunch.]
...What. What is it.
...What. What is it.
Look outside.
[At the lovely full fucking bloom spring beyond the glass.]
No more fucking snow. The ice is probably all gone. [His salt and peppering head doesn't shake again but he takes a gulp of coffee.]
All your practicing was for nothin' kid. Sorry.
[At the lovely full fucking bloom spring beyond the glass.]
No more fucking snow. The ice is probably all gone. [His salt and peppering head doesn't shake again but he takes a gulp of coffee.]
All your practicing was for nothin' kid. Sorry.
[Freddy looks out beyond the glass then back to Larry.] It's okay, I can wait for next season to show you what I'm really made of.
[Crunch.]
[Crunch.]
[Better to look at a Freddy partaking of his meal. Easy on the eyes, kinda funny too. He's squirreling it away fast.]
You can wait that long?
[The implications, casual.... They'll be around and like this come next winter.]
You can wait that long?
[The implications, casual.... They'll be around and like this come next winter.]
[The marshmallows are the easiest to swallow. Green eyes look over to brown ones curiously.]
Yeah? I got somethin' to prove now.
Yeah? I got somethin' to prove now.
You coulda been able to do it. If we were back home, today would have worked.
[In a snowy region, in a setting they could live together....okay, you know what? Dimick can be a kid himself sometimes.]
All the dumb luck, huh?
[Sigh. The cereal makes Freddy's breath smell sweet.]
[In a snowy region, in a setting they could live together....okay, you know what? Dimick can be a kid himself sometimes.]
All the dumb luck, huh?
[Sigh. The cereal makes Freddy's breath smell sweet.]
Luck my ass. [Says the kid as he munches down more Lucky Charms.] We'll play another game. We can play street hockey.
[Note the sound of more confidence in his voice when he suggests that.]
[Note the sound of more confidence in his voice when he suggests that.]
We could I guess. [Though, Mr. Orange wouldn't you know that the old man has never done it in inline skates, roller-skates was how you'd do it in the streets when he was a kid.
Larry opens a paw, it's an unspoken request for some Freddy snacks.]
Won't be the same.
Larry opens a paw, it's an unspoken request for some Freddy snacks.]
Won't be the same.
I could push you into a tub of cold water if you really want that just-crashed-through-the-ice effect.
[He's kidding, obviously. And then he dumps a pile of Lucky Charms in that paw.]
[He's kidding, obviously. And then he dumps a pile of Lucky Charms in that paw.]
Smart ass.
[Though he's laughing at the mental picture.]
That what you want to do then? We could play football or ball. [Whatever happened to that car window they broke? Obviously they got away with it. Say though, how would a cop handle that situation. Is it a crime?
Larry pops a few of the marshmallows into his mouth. Yeah, he's eating them first.]
[Though he's laughing at the mental picture.]
That what you want to do then? We could play football or ball. [Whatever happened to that car window they broke? Obviously they got away with it. Say though, how would a cop handle that situation. Is it a crime?
Larry pops a few of the marshmallows into his mouth. Yeah, he's eating them first.]
[Yes it's a crime. No he doesn't feel guilty about it one bit.]
Wanna go to an arcade? [He plucks a horseshoe from that paw.]
Wanna go to an arcade? [He plucks a horseshoe from that paw.]
[Heeey. Doesn't he have the whole box right there? Larry takes another marshmallow and puts it on his tongue before eating. It's already melting.]
What's there?
[That is worth looking at he means. For both of them.]
What's there?
[That is worth looking at he means. For both of them.]
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