orangetoughguy | log post II

[The Chesterfield flavored sigh ruffles some of that blonde brown hair. What is he going to do with Freddy Newendyke?

I know. [His paws lay on the kid.] You're not like that. You never use my wants against me. [And as much as those pin-ups might have got the other man hot under the collar, it was something they could talk out. Right?]

Guess my deal is that I'm not used to getting a chance to talk about it, reflect on shit without it ending in fists. That's not how I was raised...but don't think that means I'm not gonna try.

[No he doesn't use his wants against him...most of the time. The context is totally different when Freddy does use them to his advantage and usually it benefits both kid and old man. So everyone's happy, right? Those paws feel so good on him. Just sitting here on Larry like this is satisfying.]

I could tell. [Freddy says, he doesn't mean to be flippant either. It's just a remark and the casualness of it all means it's okay in his book, that Larry wasn't raised to talk it out. Hell neither was Freddy and something both of them have in common was the need to have someone to talk to as boys.] You still turned out alright, Larry.

[Freddy doesn't have a tattoo to paw so he'll roam wherever. Through his hair, down his chest. There's no purpose to it. Just the joy of intimacy.]

Thanks. [Turned out alright for a criminal? Not that he'd say the kid is a liar by any stretch.] You know, coming out of you that means something. [Paws eventually come to sit in his lap, laying on and next to flappy hands.]

I didn't get on your nerves, I hope. I was a dope. [Yeah, yeah now he can venture there. Except how dopey could he have been when he got fucked well and good?]

[Floppy hair, flappy hands, freckled shoulders, Larry's invited to touch whatever the hell he wants in this kid's book. As for turning out alright for a criminal, yeah that's the case, because Freddy's privy to the man's history and having been with him for this long even this copper can tell that criminal does have a sense of ethics, even honor. He curls his hands over Larry's to feel those thicker fingers between his own.]

Don't sweat it. [Yeah downplaying the sincerity here but Larry knows how much he appreciates it too, right?]

And you weren't a dope, man. You were pretty cute. [Yes, cute.] You know how some people say "He will never have a girlfriend." before that dorky teenager grows up to be motherfuckin' Clint Eastwood? Well you sure didn't have that problem.

[Thick, rough tipped fingers curl around lean, animated Freddy fingers.]

No problem. Thought you should know. [In case he didn't already, in case he never has a chance to say it. The old man has a hunch that the kid needs to hear shit like this. The good, the bad...as long as it's true.]

I had girlfriends for one. [He. Said. Cute. Larry's insulted and enchanted all at once.] ...so I wasn't bad lookin'.

No shit, you coulda fooled me.

[Freddy replies because it's so obvious Larry doesn't take to having his younger self being called cute. Too bad for Lawrence Dimick it's true and he dares anyone to argue him on it. Just fucking look at the cub. The older bear's no laughing matter too of course, especially with all those fully developed muscles. Nevermind the minor touch of good eating developing around his middle.]

You coulda had an odd boy or two too. [It's Freddy's way of saying if they were in high school together Larry could have easily had him.]

I was only brave enough to give one a hand. [To have a boy, have a boy like he has Freddy, Larry would have been far more bold.] I waited and look what I got?

[Paws move to grip Freddy about his slim middle.]

Why have an oddboy when you can get a man?

[Please please let the kid be thinking the same thing. They fucked how many times though in one day? That memory not gonna go away.]

[The kid cocks a dirty blonde brow for that particular brand of flattery wrapped around minor evasion.]

Okay fair enough.

[Oh he's on the same track, at least he understands what Larry means. The paws on his torso help for sure. As for how many times they fucked, shit he can't remember other than a lot and being knocked out for hours later. Lawrence Dimick was a fucking machine in his teenage years, not that Freddy has any complaints about Lawrence Dimick now. Lord fucking knows. He shifts a little to get more comfortable in that lap, in those hands. Jesus Newendyke what are you, a girl? No way, he called you a man. Larry should be glad he's not privy to the dialogues Freddy has with himself.]

You were good to me.

[Other than asking about his parents. Other than callin' him cute. His paws aren't going anywhere. They love to say on Freddy. No fucking way he's a girl. His body is still wiry and hard in the right places.]

Sure could have used a pal like you at least once.

[Fucking aside. An older, open to listen kind of mentor figure, not a father figure, would have done him good. Who is to say that it would have helped him get back to the straight and narrow.]

[Come on, like Larry doesn't find his fucking nose 'cute' in some way. He pinched the royal bill after all, that says something. But yeah he's hard up and wiry too, not to mention the lack of waxing and fuck if Freddy will ever be one of those guys who needs to have an oiled slick hairless body. Fuck that.]

I was givin' you what I wanted too, Larry.

[Freddy nods before giving the old man a firm kiss to the temple. Does Larry catch the other meaning there? He wasn't the only cute and confused at that age. Their backgrounds may be different but Freddy went through the same wayward loneliness too. Somehow, the way he sees it, Larry found a good enough path at some point along the way. Freddy feels he didn't find a real direction until he met Larry. Hell, Larry eradicated the cherry in him.]

I coulda used a friend like that. Shit maybe I had friends who'd listen but I didn't trust'em enough. I'm payin' for it now. [Another kiss, with you.] And I don't really fuckin' mind.

[The word cute doesn't float to mind however it is accurate. Freddy is an attractive man with quaint features and habits that the old man would find to be cute if he were to say shit like that to this son of a bitch. There's a line. It's the difference between calling each other baby or sweetie pie or honey. Chalk it up to how much of a sweet tooth or as big of a poof he allows himself to be.

Larry would miss all the hair on this dog's body. Slick and hairless? No thank you.]

Did I leave you feelin' lonely while babysitting? [Having to deal with the baggage too.] I don't mind if you don't mind, baby. I woulda been there for you as a friend if I could. You're a real nice guy.

[A little shift and he's straddling Larry now so both his own paws can settle on those broad shoulders, holding the man in place see. Green eyes are looking down, again one brow cocked.]

You gotta ask? I mean come on, I practically fed you and kept a roof over your fuckin' head.

[Topped the crap out of him too, something Freddy apparently couldn't do without a curse to give him an advantage. Still, it doesn't seem Larry's all that upset about it either, whew.]

[Now that's mighty comfy. Paws slide down his waist, down his hips to get a hold on his ass. He remembers being topped the crap out of vividly. Brown eyes can't help but look up into those green eyes.]

With me giving you mouth, asking questions. Not takin' a hint about what's going on.

[Being over suspicious of a guy trying to keep him out of trouble.]

Glad you had fun though.

[With a cute, dopey, and apparently fuckable younger self. Even though he's got no intent on follow through, both paws squeeze the kid and lay another kiss on his mouth.]

What did you think was going on, huh? Think I picked you off the street looking to put your sweet jabbering mouth on my dick? What if I told you-- [Oof that's a nice hold Larry's got on him right there.] What if I told you the second I saw you I really was thinking about all the ways I could have fun with you?

[Trick question, because 'fun' for Freddy Newendyke can involve baseball and rollerblades too. Not at the same time of course. Mmf, his hands slip over and across Larry's neck, wrapping around the bear when their mouths press together.]

I would have insisted you gimme all the booze I wanted, all the food I wanted and get me the fuck home before I miss another school day.

[Simple as that, though see, the problem being who would stop Freddy from saying no? Another kiss for Freddy. He deserves more than a few.]

...no, that's not right. If you put it like that from the get go I'd have been scared out of my skin that it looked like I had a sign advertising. See, if we were already chumming around then you said it, I'd have eased into the thought on my own.

[The first part gets the kid laughing. How fucking teenager was that? Shit Freddy hung out with guys like that in gradeschool, er...without the getting down and dirty part though he'd be lying if he ever said he never thought about getting his hands on the pants of a friend. Being older now, Freddy no longer feels that way, if only for the fact that his real friends in gradeschool were more like obnoxious geekazoid blood brothers. He swore Gary Gordon would never have a girlfriend or a boyfriend for that matter (he's wrong).]

You had a sign advertising a good time with the boys, I mean like at Arnold's Drive-In or something. [The kid's got a stupid smile because he thinks it's that funny. Really the young bear cub just oozed supercool.]

Now who's the one running his mouth?

[Even though he's got a bone to pick tone he's slipping his hands now inside Freddy's pants to get a good grip on him just because he can.]

You're laughin' now but I was trying to keep up appearances. There's a reason why I didn't make it through high school.

[Bad grades but they're talking about something else so...]

So is that how you got along? Reading my sign?

[Whoa there. A grunt and a curl forward makes him putty in those bear paws. Shit that's hardly playing fair, honestly Lawrence Dimick, honestly.]

I'll--I'll bet. [Huff. Being caught up like this makes one a little less eloquent okay?] Oh yeah, don't you know I'm supercool to all the highschoolers? They love me.

[It's ego-swelling and self-deprecating at the same time but Freddy knows it and Freddy doesn't mind. He rocks a little bit in those hands.] Are you reading mine now, you old bastard?

[It's a good firm, all American ass in this bear's hands. Could make a grown man cry. Really though, Freddy Newendyke, all's fair in love and war.]

Fuck do I ever know. Supercool's only the start. This highschooler I know really took a shining to you.

[Just the facts, officer. The old man sighs and helps that rocking motion.]

Uh huh. Except you took it all out of me, you motherfucker. So I'm only gonna give you lip service.

[Telling Lawrence Dimick no lies and knocking him out with those American thighs? Sure why not, not like Freddy Newendyke has anywhere else to be or anyone else he'd rather be with for that matter. A little more rocking and the kid's smiling. So much for not getting mad but the madness doesn't last for long, unless it's referring to how crazy fucking mad he is for Mr. White.]

Put your money where your mouth is.

[He combs his fingers through Larry's not as thick or glossy but still great to hold hair. He can put his mouth where the kid's moneymaker is too. Something cute like that.]

[Someone's home, Freddy can tell that much. Shit. Door open he's got no way of pretending as if no one's there at all. Quick Newendyke, think fast. Yeah...throw your jacket over the long cardboard tote in your hand. That'll fool him. Look it's just to ease Larry into accepting their new guest. Tok tok goes the thing in the box.]

[The old man is doing chores, domestic dog that he is. There's a few hampers of laundry that's being separated and a few things out to go to the cleaners.]

Freddy, that you?

[He's not in an apron, fuck no. A t-shirt and some worn out jeans are this maids attire.]

Hi. [Yeah it's me. I got something to show you. I hope you like it. Tok tok. The kid wanders in, jacket-box-bundle conspicuously behind him.] Where are you? I gotta show you something and you gotta promise me you won't get mad.

[They know how well that turns out. Tok tok tok peck? Flutter. The box seems to have a life of its own.]

Comin'.

[Thump, thump walking down the stairs. There's some Freddy clothes in the plastic hamper under his arm. The brief walk down gives him time to prepare himself. This means that there is a good chance he's going to get mad. What could it be?

At the bottom of the stairs he sets down the hamper.]

What you got there?

[Because it's lively. Instincts tell him it's alive.]

Okay. So. [Freddy puts the box down, still half-covered by his jacket. Tok tok. The thing shifts a half inch.]

This guy comes in to get some work done on a little asian number. I told him "Sure I can do it but to be honest with you you're prrroooobably better off getting another set of wheels." I mean this thing is on its last legs but hey who am I to argue with a dude who doesn't wanna kiss his Japanese girlfriend goodbye. Well he comes to pick it up today, the parts, the labor, it comes out to almost a full fuckin' grand. Guy says he doesn't have that kind of money. I'm thinkin' you piece of shit I'm not taking this on my day off and I'm not keeping your scrap metal either so he's like "Wait wait, dude, I got something worth that much. Heck even more."

[Hands, they're flapping.]

I sit around for a little bit, have a cigarette, I think this asshole's not coming back. But when I'm ready to close up shop--boom there he is with this little guy. Says he's worth at least four grand, I'm just givin' him the stink eye because who the fuck would trade like that right? Guy tells me this is all he has. [Note, this might be the part of the story where Freddy gives in to someone else's sob story and a little of his own gullibleness.] Anyway I take the trade because shit what the fuck are we gonna do with a piece of shit car? [It's not like the guy was hiding rubies in there...was he?] He don't got a name yet....wanna see'im?

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