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
How do you know I don't want the same thing?
[Freddy quirks a brow. The car it is. He flicks his tongue out to lick at those smaller kisses. Hip to hip he edges Larry towards one of the open doors. They'll have to crack a couple windows to beat the impending heat.]
Get inside.
[Freddy quirks a brow. The car it is. He flicks his tongue out to lick at those smaller kisses. Hip to hip he edges Larry towards one of the open doors. They'll have to crack a couple windows to beat the impending heat.]
Get inside.
Ooh. That sweet tooth. [Larry taps the side of his head to Freddy's like it's a revelation.] We want the same fucking thing.
[Edged and moving on out Larry's already rolling down one of the windows.]
You gonna show me some real fireworks now?
[Another window. That done the old man is pulling off his own Hawaiian shirt.]
[Edged and moving on out Larry's already rolling down one of the windows.]
You gonna show me some real fireworks now?
[Another window. That done the old man is pulling off his own Hawaiian shirt.]
[There's a nod to his head.] Uh huh.
[Tucked inside the car now the kid's movements are no longer languid. He's quick to twist around in the backseat to straddle Larry--an advantage to being shorter in stature. Off goes his Hawaiian shirt, off goes Freddy's too. Then these fingers are going after the old man's belt.]
There's more where that rocket shit came from.
[Tucked inside the car now the kid's movements are no longer languid. He's quick to twist around in the backseat to straddle Larry--an advantage to being shorter in stature. Off goes his Hawaiian shirt, off goes Freddy's too. Then these fingers are going after the old man's belt.]
There's more where that rocket shit came from.
[Wifebeater is going to follow his Hawaiian shirt. At least it was before he got distracted by the kid on top of him. Hot damn. Larry abandons that to work at the kid's belt.]
I love seeing that. Gets me fucking excited.
[Not like a firebug though. Paws creep both up to his belly and into his pants.]
You too.
I love seeing that. Gets me fucking excited.
[Not like a firebug though. Paws creep both up to his belly and into his pants.]
You too.
Edited 2011-07-05 05:49 (UTC)
Seein' what.
[Orange demands, wanting specifics, wanting to hear what White has to say about his excitement. What makes him excited. If he hasn't taken his wifebeater off yet Freddy sure is doing it for him. That gets tossed aside, maybe in the front seat. Paws in his pants make the kid rock against him, bare chest to bare chest. It's not a hundred percent private or a hundred percent public. Just fucking right.]
[Orange demands, wanting specifics, wanting to hear what White has to say about his excitement. What makes him excited. If he hasn't taken his wifebeater off yet Freddy sure is doing it for him. That gets tossed aside, maybe in the front seat. Paws in his pants make the kid rock against him, bare chest to bare chest. It's not a hundred percent private or a hundred percent public. Just fucking right.]
You taking your clothes off, seeing everything I can touch and taste.
[Oof. That rocking motion. Aw fuck. Larry reaches farther into Freddy's jeans to cup and rub on him before pulling his hand away so that they can rock groin to groin.]
I like seeing you eager to get to it. [He grabs a hand full of hair and pulls him to get a kiss.] Lube's in the glove compartment. [Like he doesn't know.]
[Oof. That rocking motion. Aw fuck. Larry reaches farther into Freddy's jeans to cup and rub on him before pulling his hand away so that they can rock groin to groin.]
I like seeing you eager to get to it. [He grabs a hand full of hair and pulls him to get a kiss.] Lube's in the glove compartment. [Like he doesn't know.]
Does it make you feel like a fuckin' winner, cowboy? [Like Christmas came early in July? Shit those paws take his bravado down a notch when he's cupping, rubbing. The kid leans in even harder, making that groin to groin action firm.] I like seein' you eager to give it.
[Larry grabs him before he can say anymore, kissing deeply as his own fingers drag through dark peppering brown hair. Or is he not as peppered after that dye box dilemma? Parting mouths Freddy's panting a little while giving Larry a hungry look. The lube's in there he says. Fff. The kid unceremoniously crawls a bit between the front seats to get it out. If White gets a face full of his ass. Well. Would he complain? Freddy shuffles back with the tube in hand.]
Here. Take care of it.
[The kid means his cock while he starts peeling his own jeans off.]
[Larry grabs him before he can say anymore, kissing deeply as his own fingers drag through dark peppering brown hair. Or is he not as peppered after that dye box dilemma? Parting mouths Freddy's panting a little while giving Larry a hungry look. The lube's in there he says. Fff. The kid unceremoniously crawls a bit between the front seats to get it out. If White gets a face full of his ass. Well. Would he complain? Freddy shuffles back with the tube in hand.]
Here. Take care of it.
[The kid means his cock while he starts peeling his own jeans off.]
Take care of it, he says. [That's a loving mock. His mouth is watering.] What do you mean now?
[Until Freddy specifies exactly, he strokes his cock up and down. Is anyone else having this much fun at the fireside?]
Want me to suck it? Or get it ready to be buried right on into my ass?
[The hair that he can clutch to his heart's content is not as peppered. It's no salon job but he did it to the best of his ability. Larry uncaps the lube.]
[Until Freddy specifies exactly, he strokes his cock up and down. Is anyone else having this much fun at the fireside?]
Want me to suck it? Or get it ready to be buried right on into my ass?
[The hair that he can clutch to his heart's content is not as peppered. It's no salon job but he did it to the best of his ability. Larry uncaps the lube.]
[The kid likes to imagine nope, no one is having as much fun at the fireside as they are. Freddy shudders from all the stroking action only to put his hand under Larry's chin. Clutching his jaw.]
You want me to fuck you, wise guy? You gotta tell me you want it if you want it.
[Because nothing turns Freddy Newendyke on more than Lawrence Dimick telling him he wants to take it up his ass. Well, Larry telling him he wants to fuck Freddy up the ass is a turn on too. The same with sucking him off, being sucked. Really it's just White who does this to him. He smoothens Larry's darker glossier hair.] Well? Tell me.
You want me to fuck you, wise guy? You gotta tell me you want it if you want it.
[Because nothing turns Freddy Newendyke on more than Lawrence Dimick telling him he wants to take it up his ass. Well, Larry telling him he wants to fuck Freddy up the ass is a turn on too. The same with sucking him off, being sucked. Really it's just White who does this to him. He smoothens Larry's darker glossier hair.] Well? Tell me.
[Wound up, held and fixing to go crazy is the old man's kind of fun.]
I [a harder stroke upward] want you [another one downwards] to fuck me. [Now it's a slow slide up to rub his thumb at the tip before slathering him with lube. This would most certainly not have happened at any lake.]
I [a harder stroke upward] want you [another one downwards] to fuck me. [Now it's a slow slide up to rub his thumb at the tip before slathering him with lube. This would most certainly not have happened at any lake.]
Edited 2011-07-05 21:04 (UTC)
[First there's a hiss.]
Uh huh...
[Then there's a hitch.]
Fuck.
[Freddy looks down at Larry with narrowing eyes. No, nothing that would happen at any lake. He doesn't think ill of her but he does thing she wouldn't have the right equipment to make it happen anyway. Again his head tilts upward while his hips slowly move back and forth, fucking the old man's fist to equally spread the lube.]
Then you're gonna have to...turn over.
Uh huh...
[Then there's a hitch.]
Fuck.
[Freddy looks down at Larry with narrowing eyes. No, nothing that would happen at any lake. He doesn't think ill of her but he does thing she wouldn't have the right equipment to make it happen anyway. Again his head tilts upward while his hips slowly move back and forth, fucking the old man's fist to equally spread the lube.]
Then you're gonna have to...turn over.
[His not so peppered head nods like he doesn't know. Brown eyes are fixated on how he moves his hips and the way he looks like heaven's on the roof of their car.]
Okay, tough guy. You gotta get off of me. [So he can then get him off. Paw lightens up the hold on his cock.]
Okay, tough guy. You gotta get off of me. [So he can then get him off. Paw lightens up the hold on his cock.]
Edited 2011-07-05 22:26 (UTC)
Do I?
[Freddy says like he might be too lazy to bother with getting up. Another dramatic sigh (made partially genuine from the stroking) then he's moving to allow the old man a flip. Really no one loses in this situation. As soon as he's on his stomach or hands and knees though the kid is reaching out to tug his waistband down, just enough to give him access to White's ass.]
[Freddy says like he might be too lazy to bother with getting up. Another dramatic sigh (made partially genuine from the stroking) then he's moving to allow the old man a flip. Really no one loses in this situation. As soon as he's on his stomach or hands and knees though the kid is reaching out to tug his waistband down, just enough to give him access to White's ass.]
You won't be sorry.
[Have some more dramatics. Though Larry's desperation isn't a lie.]
Do I gotta say please?
[The night air isn't too chilly on his bare skin. He clutches at the upholstery and twists his head to take a gander at the kid.]
[Have some more dramatics. Though Larry's desperation isn't a lie.]
Do I gotta say please?
[The night air isn't too chilly on his bare skin. He clutches at the upholstery and twists his head to take a gander at the kid.]
[Flappy hand on that firm ass. He kneads one side with the heel of his palm.]
Yeah. I think you do.
[Followed by a hard smack to it that stays on him to clutch. Larry looks fucking amazing this way.]
Yeah. I think you do.
[Followed by a hard smack to it that stays on him to clutch. Larry looks fucking amazing this way.]
Please. [Begrudging like. Playing the game. He sighs and tilts into that hand that makes him feel like dough being worked over.]
Fuck. [Hiss and gasp at the strike, it smarts a little but he wants more.] Please baby.
[The Stones are singing, begging for shelter.]
Fuck. [Hiss and gasp at the strike, it smarts a little but he wants more.] Please baby.
[The Stones are singing, begging for shelter.]
Okay.
[A little more kneading, a little more rubbing, then he presses the tip of his cock to Larry's ass. Teasing has never felt so fucking good.]
Just like this? You want any fingers or should I get right to it huh?
[A little more kneading, a little more rubbing, then he presses the tip of his cock to Larry's ass. Teasing has never felt so fucking good.]
Just like this? You want any fingers or should I get right to it huh?
Get right fucking to it.
[It's a growl. So close. Almost there. Sweat is starting to bead on his skin. The car is warm and his blood is even hotter.]
You want someone to come on by and see? Be jealous I'm not them?
[It's a growl. So close. Almost there. Sweat is starting to bead on his skin. The car is warm and his blood is even hotter.]
You want someone to come on by and see? Be jealous I'm not them?
[That growling makes his temperature a little hotter and his cock feel even harder. Freddy grinds it against him, not at all pushing in just yet. Fingers weave into his hair then clutch to pull his head back a bit.]
Maybe. Maybe I want'em to know you don't belong to anyone else either.
[How's that huh? Orange can be pretty damn possessive too. Okay enough of it though. He has to let go of Larry to hold him by the hip with one hand and guide himself in with the other. It's a slow and steady pushing that has Freddy groaning already.]
You fuckin' tight ass.
Maybe. Maybe I want'em to know you don't belong to anyone else either.
[How's that huh? Orange can be pretty damn possessive too. Okay enough of it though. He has to let go of Larry to hold him by the hip with one hand and guide himself in with the other. It's a slow and steady pushing that has Freddy groaning already.]
You fuckin' tight ass.
What matters is that I fuckin' know.
[Keep it together, Dimick. Even if he's playing hotshot and it's enough to make anything melt.]
Don't be stingy. I want it all. [All to himself. He's just as possessive. Sure is a snug fit, that's why he has to be slow. It doesn't mean he doesn't want it hard any less.]
[Keep it together, Dimick. Even if he's playing hotshot and it's enough to make anything melt.]
Don't be stingy. I want it all. [All to himself. He's just as possessive. Sure is a snug fit, that's why he has to be slow. It doesn't mean he doesn't want it hard any less.]
Oh I sure as hell...don't doubt you...fuckin' know.
[He has to space his words out just to handle the pressure. The kid doesn't stop either until he's fully buried in the old man. Flush against each other like this Freddy's close enough to take a nip at Larry's shoulder. He grinds into him.]
I...love...fucking you, Larry.
[Grinding quickly turns to thrusting, shallow strokes but as deep as fucking possible.]
[He has to space his words out just to handle the pressure. The kid doesn't stop either until he's fully buried in the old man. Flush against each other like this Freddy's close enough to take a nip at Larry's shoulder. He grinds into him.]
I...love...fucking you, Larry.
[Grinding quickly turns to thrusting, shallow strokes but as deep as fucking possible.]
There we go. Yeah.
[And he's ready, more than ready It's a long, low moan as he goes. Man he feels so full.]
We haven't even--
[Nevermind. The car moves a little, not squeaking. It feels like whole world is moving with them. That deep it feels like stab right into him.]
[And he's ready, more than ready It's a long, low moan as he goes. Man he feels so full.]
We haven't even--
[Nevermind. The car moves a little, not squeaking. It feels like whole world is moving with them. That deep it feels like stab right into him.]
Even--what?
[Freddy grunts behind his ear, hands taking hold of his sides now so he can better pound Larry into the seat. Their only company are the glimmer twins yet the kid almost feels like he could do this while the whole world's watching, on the outside looking in. This car is their shelter for now.]
[Freddy grunts behind his ear, hands taking hold of his sides now so he can better pound Larry into the seat. Their only company are the glimmer twins yet the kid almost feels like he could do this while the whole world's watching, on the outside looking in. This car is their shelter for now.]
Started yet.
[To drop the bluff or not to drop the bluff?]
S'all?
[Each hit has him moaning. He's trying to keep it down. Emphasis on the trying.]
We might needa--turn up the music.
[Man oh man that alone is hard to say.]
Oh fuck, baby. [He loves to fuck and get fucked.] Goddamn.
[To drop the bluff or not to drop the bluff?]
S'all?
[Each hit has him moaning. He's trying to keep it down. Emphasis on the trying.]
We might needa--turn up the music.
[Man oh man that alone is hard to say.]
Oh fuck, baby. [He loves to fuck and get fucked.] Goddamn.
Oh. [Huff.] Yeah. We've started.
[Huff puff. The kid stops while still deep in him to put his hands on the old man's back for leverage. Then he thrusts, harder, rougher.]
Fuck the music. [Freddy grunts.] I want to hear you.
[Huff puff. The kid stops while still deep in him to put his hands on the old man's back for leverage. Then he thrusts, harder, rougher.]
Fuck the music. [Freddy grunts.] I want to hear you.
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