orangetoughguy | log post II

[Like muscles that are sensitive and relaxing all at once, he feels like he can't quite let go completely. There's something waiting for the right moment. It's not a surrender. Not really. Larry is just as fixated. Where are those flappy hands. What are they doing?]

I got a history in story tellin'.

[The kid should know damn well. Brown eyes are watching him, trying to figure out what's in store. He takes another sip of his drink trying to ensure that the glass doesn't block his view. Trying.]

You can trust me on this one though. There's nothing in here you haven't seen.

[Especially his cock.]

No surprises?

[Funny how the kid is asking that question. Finally it's his turn to wade in and he does so by entering the tub from behind the old man. A flappy hand rubs over his solid broad back. He's no hulk but he's a big man, this Lawrence Dimick. A big man with his big cock.]

Bend over.

[But his cock isn't what Freddy Newendyke is quite after.]

Nothin' out of the norm.

[And together they're pretty incredible if he can think such things.]

You mean [oh that hand, the old man moves in the water a little and he places both of his paws up against the side of the tub and happens to press close to that man] like this?

[Freddy may not be a super soldier but he is most definitely impressive. Larry would never call him a little guy, especially with what he's got. He throws a look over his shoulder challenging the kid to do his worst.]

Just like that baby.

[Said hand runs down to his lower back then to his thighs. Between them. He doesn't push into the old man's body yet though, they need a special kind of lube for the waterworks. Thank God this is Vegas. Freddy grabs the one time use oil lube--a different kind of super serum--and snaps it open with his fingers.]

I might getcha a little messy.

[Freddy warns, as if that'll really matter to Lawrence Dimick right? He coats his fingers first then dips that hand below the surface again to slip two knuckles up into Mr. White.]

[Even though the water is hot he shivers under that touch.]

I think you got something else for me.

[Not just think. He knows. This means that the kid was quite the busy bee during their given hour apart. The room the super serum.]

I think I can deal.

[That first touch has him gasp. Fuck does the kid know how to handle the old man's ass.]

Like what? Tell me, I'm real curious.

[Fingers curl just right to press against his prostate. Surely the old man can't be satisfied with just the kid being all handsy.]

[Come on, old man. Don't fold too soon. It's dirty play asking right now. Larry tilts his hips back and jolts at the direct press of his fingers.]

I [he swallows thickly and licks his lips] I bet you have a hard, hot cock with my name on it. [He moves one paw close to his chest so he can try for a reach around.]

You got the right idea.

[Freddy nods while avoiding those paws. Hah. No he's not trying to be cruel or anything, he just happens to know from being in similar positions, a little teasing can go a long fucking way. Those fingers slip out of him now to rise above the water just enough to coat said hot cock. Boy is the kid rock hard now.]

You ever get fucked in Vegas, tough guy?

[He imagines Larry's always doing the fucking, be it a busty show girl or a firm valet boy. Not today though. Orange presses against him again, this time with something bigger than his fingers.] Well, have you?

[Seriously? To Larry's credit, he doesn't whine. The last thing he wants is to pull apart. He swallows and tries to paw at the kid even when he's making it very difficult. That teasing is going a long way, indeed.]

Yeah. [All the other faces aren't on his mind. Even though he can see the naked figures on the art best, he wants to lay eyes on the kid. Other fucks in Vegas....

What does it matter? He is anticipating feeling the kid up inside him. He fucked in Vegas, sucked dick and took a few show girls for a wild ride. ...Wait he did get fucked after a drinking game. The water sloshes as he widens his stance trying to be even more inviting.]

You have too. [Just hours ago.] Wanna do it again?

[As though he's in any position to make statements like that.]

[Slumped across the couch and staring at the ceiling isn't the best way to be when you're cursed. Then again, nothing is as you think it should be when you're taken over that way. Larry should know.]

Maybe I should have another cup of coffee.

[Where's the kid again?]

[Said kid is coming down the stairs after an end-of-the-day shower.] How many cups have you had?

[He knows the answer is probably 'a lot' because the kid's been keeping a close eye on the old man. So has the toucan actually which isn't out of the ordinary, right? Freddy reads off the empty bottle of shampoo in his hand.]

Did you know sulfate makes shit foamy? [A real gem, this nugget of information.]

I don't know. Four cups? Five?

[The pot is still pretty full. Usually two cups would do the job.]

What?

[He has to sit up and lean in order to see what the fuck he's talking about.]

Never thought about what was in it to begin with.

[Green eyes and beady toucan eyes. At least he knows that in reality these are good hands. If this ain't a dream.]

S'what the bottle says.

[Freddy points out on the label before tossing it in the trash. The toucan puffs himself up a bit before croaking in Larry's face (whatever that means, could be "Feed me, Lawrence.")]

Maybe you oughta try some of that fancy Italian crap.

[He means espresso, not to make light of Larry's situation either, but neither does Freddy want to draw too much attention to it.]

[Now is not the time Beaky Jr. The old man shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair.]

I'll try anything. Too bad booze don't keep you awake. Hey.

[He could add booze to a drink. The glee fades.]

Drunk nightmares aren't worth it though.

[Heavy sigh.]

Gonna have a seat?

[Here, just in case he'll make himself less sprawled.]

[Have a seat and do what? The kid's not sure if just sitting with him is going to do the old man any good. He's already gone through a trade paperback and a couple boxes of cereal. Going up to take a shower leaving Larry alone for just minutes already felt like a big risk. Either way, Freddy pokes the toucan aside ("Awk.") to take that seat.]

Yeah. You wanna watch a movie or something?

[How many options are they going to exhaust before Freddy finds himself without any defense for Lawrence Dimick? He runs a hand through his damp browner-looking hair.]

[Talking about it could help. And hurt. It's one thing to say that there are nightmares and nightmares about jail. Shit, the no brained answer is don't fucking commit crimes or get caught. Freddy's not the I told you so kind of an asshole.

Still.

Do they have to keep on talking about these differences when the end game seems so far off?]

Yeah. Sure. A movie.

[Boy he almost nodded off right there it took so long to say something.

Brown eyes look on that bird. He wants in on the action, like there is any at all. Wherever the kid goes.]

[Talking about it isn't out of the question either but how does a guy approach another guy about what scares him shitless? Freddy doesn't know and he doesn't want to nag the old man about it either. Maybe there are some chapters even the kid isn't allowed to read.]

How does Ghostbusters sound?

[Yeah, that's his recommendation instead of Goodfellas or something. The toucan's looking at Larry like Sam's actually interested in his answer.]

[Lawrence Dimick is a brave, bad motherfucker. If anyone asked he would say he's not afraid of anything.

Except going away for life.

Shit he wants his whole life to be an open book to Freddy's flappy hands as much as it is to those volumes he poured over. It's not so simple, not when the old man doesn't want to talk about or face them himself. Maybe he is not so brave and big as he thought himself to be.]

Sounds just fine. I haven't seen that one in ages.

Cool.

[He springs off the couch to pop it in, not wasting any time in getting that flick up and running. The toucan here isn't fooled though, he croaks in Larry's face again, a casual e-e-e-ee-ee-e before Sam hops off to busy himself with a chain of shiny plastic rings.]

It's funny because--

[On second thought the kid shuts his mouth as he plops back down beside the old man. The last ghost he can recall meeting was supposedly Larry's mom. Not funny at all.] Anyway...

[Has Sam picked up on all of Freddy's habits? The kid is great in his face, except not this big ol' beak. Good thing he hopped off. Larry's not in the mood to put up with it at all.]

Because?

[Yeah, bird. Go off in there. His attention is now on the kid setting it all up. Right now he's focused on a different misery. Seeing Ma Dimick was more like seeing the real deal. Sure she is dead, yet somehow not a ghost. Not to Larry.]

Nothin'.

[Good save, Newendyke, except not.] Want me to get you that coffee?

Bullshit.

[A barefoot nudges Freddy.]

Yeah. That'd be good. So would an answer you know. I like funny things. What'd your bird do?

[And if not the bird it was something out of a comic or cartoon...right?]

[Of course he'd call him out on it in his gentle Lawrence Dimick kind of way. He may be a big bear but he knows how to use those paws delicately.] Nothin', Sam didn't do a thing.

[Come on spit it out Newendyke maybe he won't think so badly of it. The opening scene is just about to start. Freddy gets up to make that cup of coffee.] Just you know, it's a movie. That.

[He gestures at the large TV screen from here that still shows the etchings and marks of an old film.] We're watching this movie in a place where shit like that can really happen, you know? It's funny.

[Not really. He brings the cup over to Larry, black.]

[The screen is on but the old man's eye is following Freddy much like an interested toucan.

That's a funny similarity yes but not hilarious enough to mention. Watch it now, Newendyke.]

It is. Kinda.

[The potent smell of fresh beans are a welcomed distraction. He'll take that.]

Were you gonna say something about ghosts?

[Ghosts here?]

[Great. Orange clears his throat and shakes his head which stands for 'not anymore' because he doesn't have the balls to say it and saying 'no' would be an outright lie. Come on Freddy you can do better.]

Do you wanna talk about it?

[His face looks pained when he asks the question because there's no better way to ask.]

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