no subject

[Can he? Orange wants to keep this just between them, and he'll fight to protect their secrecy, but he doesn't know if he can guarantee it. As far as he knows, slipping away undetected is impossible under his organization--a different kind of mob, some people would put it. Orange doesn't know if he'd want to leave that mob too, he loves what he does even if it's an imperfect system. A kind of system that would consider what they're doing to be wrong on all accounts. Still, it's true.]

I can keep a secret.

[The kid repeats, hand gripping hand briefly as he gives a deeper thrust. Then he rubs his palm up along a wildcat to his hard bicep before planting his hand on the soft pelt of a rug. Cheek to shoulder blade his thrusts become harder, faster. Freddy speaks between huffs.] Want me to--jerk you off?