log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[Each breath comes out in a huff, over and over. He stays right on there waiting for the shaking to stop. The kid comes fucking beautifully from the sting of his nails to the way his thighs cradle the old man's face. That all he got left? Larry locks his lips and pulls off wearing a Cheshire grin. He'll be washing his hands, and mouth in the sink.]

[orangetoughguy]

[The shaking doesn't last too long, just long enough for him to fill Larry's mouth.]

Jesus...

[He stares up at the ceiling lights then down to that smug ass shit eating son of a bitch grin. Fff. Freddy pats his head.] Good boy.

[whitetwoguns]

[Was he going to the sink? The words make him swallow, all that bitter for the sweet, sweet words in return. Both hands on his thighs Larry slowly stands up. He will be washing his hands though.]

Fucking beautiful cowboy.

[Pant. Pant.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Breathe...breathe...breathe...wait what? Freddy stares at Larry.]

Did you just swallow? [That means Freddy will be shimmying off the counter to kiss him.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He clears his throat. Isn't it obvious? Though honest, he wasn't intending to swallow. Just that effect that Freddy has, making Larry do stupid things.]

That I d--[Oh. That's fine. More than fine. More than fine as he presses closer. All the flavors in Freddy's mouth diffuse the remains of the load. A moan slips out.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Make that two moans as he slips his tongue into Larry's mouth to share the taste even though it's more like an after flavor of semen, smokes, beer, salami...and Lawrence Dimick himself. Just a few of the things that make Freddy Newendyke feel at home.]

Fuckin' beautiful, outlaw.

[whitetwoguns]

[Tongue to tongue and he makes enough move for them to move and writhe wherever. It doesn't fucking matter. This is the best connection he's had to another human being in a long, long time. What they have between the two if them is better than any group action in the end. Could it be the one on one uninterrupted attention or the emotional intimacy? Fuck that's so soft of a sentiment. Three words say it all though. Why say even more?

He'll moan again, pushing the stiff one he's got into now bare kid...unless his jeans are hanging about his ankles.]

A good outlaw?

[orangetoughguy]

[His jeans are on the floor somewhere so yeah he's all naked kid. And he loves it.]

Get your ass up into the shower and I'll show you. [Another kiss.] Then we can think about what to do with the salami. [Another kiss. Oh and a clarification.]

For dinner.

[whitetwoguns]

Yessir.

[Like a good man, a man who knows what he wants, Larry gets his feet moving.]

Sure is quite a bit of salami, yanno.

[Which he's speaking of can be determined.]

[orangetoughguy]

I can make it work.

[Freddy shrugs without specifying which even though he's already proven his ability to work with either.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Who knows what time it is. Right now all that matters is the urgent-sounding name-calling of one Freddy Newendyke.]

Larry! Larry!

[whitetwoguns]

[THUMP! THUD! No he did not fall out of bed or anything. Now have a whole lotta footsteps. Gang way! Lawrence Dimick coming through.]

What? What is it?

[orangetoughguy]

[Wait what? He looks at the thumping bear from the living room.]

You went to bed already?

[whitetwoguns]

No.

[Maybe. He was laying down a little. Headache or something. What. Anyway. Not important. Oh, by the way kid, the old man's got a gun and is looking about everywhere before looking straight at Freddy. No danger? Okay. Weapon can go away back into his pants.]

What's all the noise about?

[orangetoughguy]

[The weapon didn't escape his notice nope. Anyway, he turns in his rolling chair to look at Larry, flappy hands out.]

Diamond Dave. Is gay.

[whitetwoguns]

[This ol' bear is gonna take a seat now. Larry rubs his eyes one by one with the heel of his hand.]

What're you talking about?

[And no, he is not ignorant of the existence of David Lee Roth.]

[orangetoughguy]

Diamond Dave?

David Lee Roth?

Dance the night away? [See Freddy try to sway like him in his chair.]

[whitetwoguns]

I know who it is.

[Rub rub rub.]

Tell me another one.

[Big fingers fold together as he stares at the kid. This would be the I'm not buying in face. It's got nothing to do with the hour, kid. House odds are against you.]

[orangetoughguy]

..... [Oh. He doesn't believe him.] But it's true. That Billy kid told me, I mean he's not out now but he will be.

[whitetwoguns]

He said that Van Halen was popular thirty years ago.

[Just. Sayin'. Larry folds his arms.]

What proof does he got?

[orangetoughguy]

Nothin'. I asked for pictures and he didn't have shit.

[This is more of a metaphorical slump than a physical one, really. Freddy's mouth purses to one side.]

Nobody's ever seen him with a girlfriend.

[whitetwoguns]

Well.

[Larry shrugs but why would anyone make that up. David. Lee. Roth.],

Point. However he's had more pussy than a pound.

[orangetoughguy]

[Wait a second. Freddy gets that smart look in his green eye.]

What proof do you got? I mean Eddie got hitched in '81 which you know doesn't prove shit anymore these days but at least it was public. Diamond Dave? Nothing but music videos and promos.

[whitetwoguns]

Women brag.

[Not that he's personally spoken to any of em. The concept alone is blowing his fucking mind.]

You pay a lotta attention to David Lee Roth.

[Which...could deal with the subject matter greatly.]

[orangetoughguy]

Women lie. [The kid says it so flippantly it might be considered remarkable. Oh but wait there's another thing to address.] Yeah...Van Halen's not completely my thing but...look at him.

[He points at Diamond Dave's photo.]