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
[Telling Lawrence Dimick that women lie is like telling him that the sky is blue, water is wet and Freddy is super cool. He knows. But there's something about the allure of the rock star and if you got it in front of you, well...]
He's your thing.
[He crosses his arms, a little smirk of satisfaction and a hint of something else is on his face.]
He's your thing.
[He crosses his arms, a little smirk of satisfaction and a hint of something else is on his face.]
What. Why are you looking at me like that. They played Fresno a lot back in the 70s and 80s.
[No really, why the smirk. Fff.]
[No really, why the smirk. Fff.]
[Shrug.]
Say it. He is your thing. S'okay.
[Larry looks around as though he needs to check before saying.]
It's just you and me.
Say it. He is your thing. S'okay.
[Larry looks around as though he needs to check before saying.]
It's just you and me.
[Freddy gives him a look, mildly skeptical, mildly denying. Well, it's only Larry. Besides, two can play this game.]
Well, okay.
[A look left, then right, before he's leaning in to whisper into the old man's ear. Hot breath.] I used to whack off to the sight and sound of him.
Well, okay.
[A look left, then right, before he's leaning in to whisper into the old man's ear. Hot breath.] I used to whack off to the sight and sound of him.
[Freddy leans, Larry leans. He almost puts up his hand to guard the kid's mouth for him. Fuck there is no on else here at all. Pulling back he blinks those brown eyes.]
You like them like that?
[This was more than he what he was expecting in case Freddy needs to know that. The old man leans now, talking at not quite a whisper.]
A rock and roll clown gets you hard that easy?
You like them like that?
[This was more than he what he was expecting in case Freddy needs to know that. The old man leans now, talking at not quite a whisper.]
A rock and roll clown gets you hard that easy?
....... [Really, Larry? Really? Green eyes narrow. He leans back to fold his arms across his chest, giving a snort from his roman nose. Note the way Freddy sits with his knees spread a little wider.]
Is that cause you can't get your ass into assless chaps or cause Diamond Dave got my body ready before you ever did.
Is that cause you can't get your ass into assless chaps or cause Diamond Dave got my body ready before you ever did.
[Oh, he notes. Larry leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.]
All that jumping, writhing he wasn't the first to do it. ...was he?
All that jumping, writhing he wasn't the first to do it. ...was he?
What's it matter to you? He's just a clown.
[Freddy remarks ever so casually.]
[Freddy remarks ever so casually.]
I know you got other tastes in music.
[Tastes period. Are they reaching a gunless Mexican stand off?]
Besides, clowns can be good sometimes.
[Tastes period. Are they reaching a gunless Mexican stand off?]
Besides, clowns can be good sometimes.
Like when they're wearing assless chaps and jumping around on stage gettin' teenagers real hard?
[A beat, then he's got a flappy hand out to explain.] I snuck in the first time. Rush skipped that year so I thought why the hell not.
[A beat, then he's got a flappy hand out to explain.] I snuck in the first time. Rush skipped that year so I thought why the hell not.
Could be.
[He nods his head this way, that way as though thinking it over in a casual, it's nothing way.]
Bet your Mom and Pop weren't thrilled about it. Or did you tell em a fib to get there too?
[The old man is in, all ears. Can anyone blame him? The kid is talking about getting a hard on, jacking off...fuck.]
[He nods his head this way, that way as though thinking it over in a casual, it's nothing way.]
Bet your Mom and Pop weren't thrilled about it. Or did you tell em a fib to get there too?
[The old man is in, all ears. Can anyone blame him? The kid is talking about getting a hard on, jacking off...fuck.]
[He waves a hand.]
Fuck yeah I lied to them. Told'em I was goin' skating at the rink, you know to explain all the bruises.
[Do you like the sound of that, Lawrence Dimick? Roughed up young Newendyke.]
Fuck yeah I lied to them. Told'em I was goin' skating at the rink, you know to explain all the bruises.
[Do you like the sound of that, Lawrence Dimick? Roughed up young Newendyke.]
[Bruises. Larry spreads his knees and adjusts the fabric of his cotton sweatpants at the knees.]
Clever bastard.
[Enough fidgeting. He's focused on the story.]
So. What happened there at the show?
Clever bastard.
[Enough fidgeting. He's focused on the story.]
So. What happened there at the show?
[He's got his flappy hands ready and wheeling for a story, using the rolling chair to his advantage.]
I was in the pit with a couple friends and you know with all that people nobody really sees what's going on. It was hot and fuckin' steaming in there, all these bodies up against each other, I'm just soaking it in watchin' this guy jump all over stage wearin' fuckin' nothing, feeling hands and who knows what next to me. One of the guys we know, Petey the Prick, he starts passing around a joint, rolled up with some shit I don't even know. The point is when I smoked that thing I saw God...Diamond Dave took a jump off the stage and was surfing right above me. I had his leather-wrapped dick right here.
[Freddy gestures BAM in his face.]
I was in the pit with a couple friends and you know with all that people nobody really sees what's going on. It was hot and fuckin' steaming in there, all these bodies up against each other, I'm just soaking it in watchin' this guy jump all over stage wearin' fuckin' nothing, feeling hands and who knows what next to me. One of the guys we know, Petey the Prick, he starts passing around a joint, rolled up with some shit I don't even know. The point is when I smoked that thing I saw God...Diamond Dave took a jump off the stage and was surfing right above me. I had his leather-wrapped dick right here.
[Freddy gestures BAM in his face.]
[Freddy stories are three parts auditory and one and a half part hand movement. The rest is all in his expression.]
High as a kite and that's how it happens.
[Fuck all, Larry's smiling. Happy to hear about this kind of bullshit.]
Did you get hard right on there? I mean, your friends are around.
High as a kite and that's how it happens.
[Fuck all, Larry's smiling. Happy to hear about this kind of bullshit.]
Did you get hard right on there? I mean, your friends are around.
Like they'd fucking notice. Who wasn't hard? I mean there were girls in there too taking their tops off or whatever. [The kid may or may not be playing up his disinterest in those ladies compared to his interest in Diamond Dave.] I kinda don't remember the rest of the show. I woke up in some trailer, face down on the floor with a really sore ass.
[Freddy wets his lips, green eyes narrowed in blurring the line between fact and fiction. There's a pause here for Larry to use his imagination.]
...Turns out I slipped in the pit, hit my head on one of the barricades, got my ass stomped on by some shithead in steel toed Docs. I mean, that's what they told me anyway. [He shrugs.]
[Freddy wets his lips, green eyes narrowed in blurring the line between fact and fiction. There's a pause here for Larry to use his imagination.]
...Turns out I slipped in the pit, hit my head on one of the barricades, got my ass stomped on by some shithead in steel toed Docs. I mean, that's what they told me anyway. [He shrugs.]
So that's where you got your appetite for destruction at least.
[Swallow. Oh yeah, he's picking up what Freddy is putting down. Clever son of a bitch indeed. Larry shakes his head.]
Some trailer? Who's trailer? Obviously you needed to head on home.
[Still no beating off either, kid.]
[Swallow. Oh yeah, he's picking up what Freddy is putting down. Clever son of a bitch indeed. Larry shakes his head.]
Some trailer? Who's trailer? Obviously you needed to head on home.
[Still no beating off either, kid.]
Real clever. [He nods, giving props to Larry whether or not he meant for that to be a reference. At this point though the kid shrugs.]
Someone's cousin, just a place to crash, the other guys were outside shootin' the shit, I could hear'em. The point is when I woke up, that first moment, I thought holy shit did I just get fucked by this guy? Instead of feelin' worried, it got me all wound up. Wishful thinking, you know. That's why I started jerking off to Van Halen, cause it reminds me of what could've been my rock and roll fantasy.
Someone's cousin, just a place to crash, the other guys were outside shootin' the shit, I could hear'em. The point is when I woke up, that first moment, I thought holy shit did I just get fucked by this guy? Instead of feelin' worried, it got me all wound up. Wishful thinking, you know. That's why I started jerking off to Van Halen, cause it reminds me of what could've been my rock and roll fantasy.
[The chair creaks a little as Larry stands. He musses up that floppy head of hair and then combs it back.]
Is that how you would have wanted it to go? Fucked until you passed out. That would have been another big secret that your parents would never ever know about.
[Besides the concert. We're talking about back then, not fraternizing in every sense of the word with a criminal.]
Is that how you would have wanted it to go? Fucked until you passed out. That would have been another big secret that your parents would never ever know about.
[Besides the concert. We're talking about back then, not fraternizing in every sense of the word with a criminal.]
[Oh, Freddy loves that, the feeling of having his hair messed with then combed back by those thick fingers. His hand on his head, he fucking loves it.]
Would it make me a pussy if I wanted to get fucked like that and wake up next to the guy?
[Something about the way Larry touches him this way makes Freddy feel younger than he really is, more like a boy than a man.]
Would it make me a pussy if I wanted to get fucked like that and wake up next to the guy?
[Something about the way Larry touches him this way makes Freddy feel younger than he really is, more like a boy than a man.]
[Funny because Larry fucking loves it. It's a privilege. Some fucks would believe it's a patronizing. No way. It's adoring.]
Not by my count. In fact I don't think it's sounds so bad and I'm no pussy.
[A fucking fool for love, that's another story.]
Not by my count. In fact I don't think it's sounds so bad and I'm no pussy.
[A fucking fool for love, that's another story.]
[This gets a laugh out of Freddy who gives the old man a poke to the chest.]
That you are not, my man.
[Cuz if he was this kid wouldn't be fucking him so happily.] Even for a rock and roll clown. But at least it's not KISS.
That you are not, my man.
[Cuz if he was this kid wouldn't be fucking him so happily.] Even for a rock and roll clown. But at least it's not KISS.
The paint don't do it for anyone I think.
[That poke is nothing though the touch gets the old man ruffling his hair up again. Crazy kid.]
You ever tell anyone how you really feel about Van Halen?
[Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.]
[That poke is nothing though the touch gets the old man ruffling his hair up again. Crazy kid.]
You ever tell anyone how you really feel about Van Halen?
[Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.]
No. [He closes a green eye for the ruffling because that shit's getting him in the eyes. Maybe it's time for a haircut.] I mean they're nothing next to Queen or Rush for me.
[That must leave Diamond Dave pleasurable only to the body, not the mind or soul.] Most Van Halen fans are douchebags anyway.
[That must leave Diamond Dave pleasurable only to the body, not the mind or soul.] Most Van Halen fans are douchebags anyway.
[Both hands together they can hold his hair away from his face. Hey, it is pretty fucking long. Experimentally, Larry fixes it all together and he can hold in something of a ponytail.]
Except, as far as I know, you don't whip it out for Queen. Or do you?
[Oh, he catches on. Van Halen is a one night stand or a wild party. A man doesn't go to them all the time. Hair is pulled gently so that they can make eye contact.]
Except, as far as I know, you don't whip it out for Queen. Or do you?
[Oh, he catches on. Van Halen is a one night stand or a wild party. A man doesn't go to them all the time. Hair is pulled gently so that they can make eye contact.]
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