orangetoughguy | log post II

[The seventeen year old body responds instantly to Freddy like he needs to ask. Larry's load shoots up and messes on the older man and himself. It's warm against his already hot skin, no where near as hot as the semen that's flowing inside him. That cock makes his insides feel so full as it was. There are no thoughts in his head at all. He doesn't even cry out words as he keeps on shaking under each wave that hits him. With Freddy this close he holds onto him with one arm, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder. His neck isn't the only thing feeling tender. As he tries to regulate his breathing Larry keeps breathing in the smell of what they've done and Freddy's skin. Total sensory overload.]

Jesus Christ. [Slowly, thoughts are drifting back. Freddy called him baby. It could be all part of it. Except...there's a very small part of him that would like to be called that all the time. The word sounds so different when it's said with a man's voice and a man's tongue that can move like Freddy's.]

Motherfucker...

[Pant pant. Breathe Newendyke, don't pass out now. Yeah he was tight as a fucking vice but what would the kid think if you went to bed right away? You're capable of going again. And again. Or so he hopes. He tilts his head to claim another kiss from the kid, eager to taste his cocksucking mouth. Maybe he'll enjoy the feeling of being full on both ends too.]

Mmm. [Larry called Freddy perfect.] Fuckin' fantastic...

[These hands are roaming over his torso again, making a mess of their mess on the teenager's chest. Handsome muscular chest, no fucking tits. Freddy loves it.]

Is--[oop another kiss. Tongue in his mouth, cock up inside his body like it's a part of it. Oh yes, he does enjoy being full on both ends, full of Freddy. He licks his lips savoring all the flavors in his mouth.] Um. [A sheepish smile spreads, but he has to ask:] Is it always that good?

[Slowly he's able to breathe properly. Both flappy hands on him do make his pulse spike again. This can get addicting easily. How long would it take to find an apartment? ...if he's going to stay in the City. No, the better question is what will it take to stay with Freddy.]

Mmmm. [Woah he should lighten up on his old, his nails made impressions on the lightly freckled skin.]

[Fucking sweet flavor he is. He's busy carving out that mouth when they part. Lips that is, he's still stuck deep inside the kid. But what? Really? Freddy leans back just enough to look at those brown eyes.]

No, not always. [Don't be sober, Newendyke.] I mean, it depends on who you're with, how it goes. [Maybe he means with you, stupid.] I try real hard to make it good.

[Now who sounds like a dope? Ahem.] I'm gonna pull outta you, okay? Just take it easy. [He nods before slowly easing out of that tight body. Real slow. Christ are those nail marks on him? Consider this a job well done (a teen well done) Newendyke.]

Call it a success.

[Larry takes his talk to be realistic. There are more things he has to learn about life before understanding. His hands stroke down Freddy's chest and he takes a nervous look down.]

Okay. [Easy he says. Relax. He gasps and grips Freddy with one hand and the couch with the other for leverage. Full to empty in no time, at least empty of cock. There's still Freddy's load and he can feel it.] It should go easier next time, right? [Whenever that is... Brave, brash words but his tone is soft and lazy.]

Thanks.

[No really, he appreciates the compliment. A deep sigh follows a grunt after he's pulled out of the young man. Tissues are in order and Freddy's careful with this as well. Uh, next time? Green eyes look at brown ones again, unsure not because he doesn't want to fuck that sweet body over and over but because he didn't think Larry would grow attached...to the sensation so fast. Not to him of course. What are you thinking, Newendyke? This is Lawrence Dimick of course he likes you.]

Right. You can try it a different way too. [The blonde nods as he takes a seat next to the brunette. Damn that was good. Larry's not gonna hate him later, right?]

[The bear in his true and lumbering form steps into the apartment. Back to normal...City normal. The world looks different from where he stands now. It should now that he has those twenty five years back. He rubs a paw over his face, not because of the long day at work but because of the dangling detail that needs to be solved.]

Anybody home?

Over here.

[Freddy says with a raised hand that the bear can probably see peeking over the back of the couch. That's what he's been doing since coming back from the garage, just laying on the (cleaned) couch. Listening to music, the TV on though he's not watching it. He has a comic book in his hands...one he's already read before though. It's just busy work to take his mind off what Freddy knows is some kind of static between Larry and himself.]

[Oh, there he is. Slouched the kid is hard to spot there. Larry wanders over, fishing out a cigarette. Where to start? Where to fucking start? Maybe there is no good place. Best jump in.]

We gotta talk. Now, I don't want you to get pissed. Gotta promise me that.

[Oh Christ here we go. Fuck. He puts his comic away and sits up, already looking kind of skittish.]

Okay. About what?

I know you learned some things about me, about how I grew up and what I was like. All that, I want you to forget it. It doesn't matter. Can you do that for me?

[He sees the anxious look. May as well get it done as soon as possible or else its gonna get worse.]

[Can't hold it in anymore, can you Newendyke?] I'm sorry I fucked you but you wanted it and I wanted it and we fuck each other all the time so I didn't think it was a problem--

[Whoa wait what? Freddy stares.] What?

[Larry cocks his eyebrow. That was not what he thought was going on on the other side.] ...What?

[Who's going to answer first?]

[Oooooooookay now. Freddy clears his throat and runs his fingers through floppy blonde hair.]

I thought you were pissed that I fucked you when you were a kid. I mean a teenager, that's still a kid so. [He shrugs.] First time and all...but it wasn't real. Well it was real, but not anymore real than what you and I got going on right now.

[Hands. They're flapping.]

[Not any more real? Who the fuck is Freddy kidding? For now he's gonna let that slide. If he could choose, that would be the first time to have forever. Deep inhale of his cigarette to try and hold back.]

We're real. This is real.

[Affirming, agreeing.]

Do you get what I'm trying to ask of you?

[He's being unusual quiet, Larry is. Although not the chatty type either Larry isn't overtly terse either, at least not with Freddy.]

Yeah I get it. [But, the kid's tone implies.] How'm I supposed to forget all that? All that about you?

Easy. It's not who I am. It doesn't matter.

[Larry huffs out a breath from his nose. Terse to prevent himself from saying unnecessary, hurtful shit. It's not Freddy's fault Larry was cursed. Except...]

Why did you ask about my parents?

What the fuck are you talking about? It's what made you, you weren't born forty-whatever.

[He knows the number but no need to rub it in. Brows quirked, the kid's getting closer to the old man now. This isn't what he expected though when he thinks about it Freddy feels he should have seen it coming.]

I asked cause you wanted to talk or just needed someone to talk to. I wasn't gonna tell you I kinda knew a little, that woulda freaked you the fuck out, man.

But did you need to keep asking? I'm not the person I was then. I'm not a teenager. I got it together now.

[As together as a grown man with issues allows himself to be. Skeleton bones poke out from under the rug.]

It wasn't real. Right? Well, I kept it to myself back then.

[Tit for tat. Tell it like it is, old man.]

I made myself who I am.

And I'm not allowed to know that? I'm not allowed to know who you are or how you were?

[Freddy's tone is bordering frustrated. For one, he's a cop who already knows Larry's killed cops, robbed various people and organizations blind, did drugs, and participated in prostitution (as a client but knowing what he does now maybe as a trick too). Can't he know the other things that make Lawrence Dimick human? Not that Freddy needs convincing, but it doesn't hurt to know more, does it?]

And it was real you know what I mean. [When the kid says it wasn't really real, as in they didn't go back in time and change the course of history. Yeah.]

Why do you want to know? I had a shit past. There are good stories, good moments I want you to know and hold onto those because I do. Freddy, I got reasons why I don't tell you about getting beat into the shag carpet.

[Having to put to words what happened, having to deal with the memories and then see pain or anger in this kid's face.... it's different from pissing him off with requests like this. Both of them are helpless to do anything about it.]

It's not worth knowing.

[Brown eyes look at him steadily before taking another puff of his cigarette.]

[Hearing it put that way makes him frown. Why does it always have to sound like a smack to the face? Other than maybe that's how it feels to Lawrence Dimick, right Newendyke? Freddy's furrowing brow deepens.]

I like knowing more about you, the good and the bad. You like knowing everything you can about me, don't you? Growing up in podunk town USA, gettin' kicked around under the bleachers, all the cunt girlfriends I've had. [Not that Freddy hates women.] I feel like I can tell you that shit, Larry. It's worth knowin' to me.

[Or is this a one-sided arrangement? That's the green eyed look he's giving the other man.]

[He swallows thickly.]

I feel like I can tell you. I never said I couldn't.

[Trust is two ways, ain't it? There's a good, wide gander at Freddy's point of view and it's as distressing of Larry's side.]

The shit I got on my side it's not--[as simple, as easy...he can't say that though. It's not fair to spin it like that. Freddy had a hard time in its way. The cigarette is as good as gone, he deposits it in the ashtray on the table between them not bothering to snuff it out all the way. Smoke coils this way and that.]

I don't want you thinking different of me, okay? I'm not in the practice of talking about where I've been, what happened.

[Oh he's well aware what he's been through is nothing compared to what Larry's been through, all the more reason for them to share, right? Freddy's familiar with an amount of privacy too, he gets that, but the fact that it upset Larry gets to him. The fact that he gets the impression maybe the old man expected the kid to avoid the situation gets to him.]

How differently am I gonna think of you, Larry? [Freddy points at him before using his hands to count off.] I've seen you on junk, I've seen you fuck other people, I've seen you kill people. You think your childhood's gonna change how I think about you now?

[He shakes his head.] If you never wanna talk about where you've been fine, I'm sorry I wanted to know. I didn't mean to put you in a place. [There's only a mild hint of sarcasm there, more like some embarrassment and hurt for having crossed a line he wasn't sure was there.]

[So much for not getting angry.]

In all that, I had a choice. Bad ones. But they were mine.

[Not that it makes it clear or anything. A paw rubs at his forehead, he is looking hard at the table and the array of items there. Some of Freddy's, some of his own. Theirs.]

I did kinda think that you'd think different. [Admitting it out loud, to himself and to the man he fucking loves feels like he's pulling shrapnel out from under his skin.] ...That I'm just messed up through and through without a chance of ever meeting you half way.

[Big hands spread out with nothing else to offer there.]

I know you didn't mean no harm.

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