log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[For a moment he's going to explain. But maybe it's best to show. He slowly unravels the tape. Pointer and middle, are held upright. The middle finger curls with the rest of them the middle flexes with strain, like it's pulling a trigger very, very lightly.]

Anyway. I've got another hand.

[orangetoughguy]

[Seeing it doesn't sober up the kid but he can't let that poor paw go by without a slight frown either.] You got three other hands.

[He corrects Larry. Click click. Shtick. Click. Cha-chik. He's putting that gun together with only darting glances. It's as if his hands are moving on their own.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Since the tape isn't entirely shot, Larry reuses it.] I do, don't I? You gonna be my spares? It's a tough job.

[Scoot, scoot closer. He knows how a gun is put together. He does it all the time. Still, the kid has skill and he's got such a clear mastery and authority over this piece of machinery.]

[orangetoughguy]

How tough? What do your hands do that mine don't?

[He's asking and he's asking with no shame or any reason to move away from Larry. In that case, the two of them are now much closer together, enough that Freddy can lean his shoulder against Larry's.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Whether the kid leans or not the old man feels over his chest, over the cotton material.] You really gotta ask that? My fingers can be in you and around you at once. Yours can do the other clutching. And now that I'm thinking about it, we're dismissing mouths. They're damn useful too.

[Is he still working at that second piece? He's still watching.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Nope, he hasn't started working on that second gun yet. There's another firearm in the midst the kid is thinking about now.]

Yeah I do. I mean you got a point about mouths. [First gun down, Freddy's wiping his hands and making no effort to move on to the second one.] Okay take your piece out.

[Ask him what he means, Mr. White. Orange dares you.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Not that the old man wants to be over eager but fuck.]

Your mouth isn't something to forget. [Whatever Freddy wants, Freddy gets. The old man unzips is pants.] This one, right?

[It's asking, just not the same.] It's clean already. But I'm sure it's about loaded.

[orangetoughguy]

[That's the one. He smiles with satisfaction.]

You talk like I need some kinda warning. I'm not a fuckin' kid you know.

[That smile goes sly in seconds as Freddy reaches over to stroke said piece.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Make that two smiles. Both paws come up to frame his face.]

It don't matter how experienced you are. Figured I'd let you know what you're in for.

[He softly sighs at the first stroke.]

[orangetoughguy]

I've known that for a long time now.

[Freddy practically breathes against Larry before leaning into his mouth at the same time his grip tightens around his cock. The kid's other hand presses upon his shoulder, urging the old man to lean back and relax.]

[whitetwoguns]

How much do you know now?

[Oh, he likes that quite a bit. When Larry sucks in a breath, it makes a small vacuum between their lips. Works fine when he wants to push his tongue into Freddy's mouth. Lean back, okay. The uninjured hand wraps its fingers around the kid's forearm, feeling it flex as he moves.]

[orangetoughguy]

All. [Kiss.] The ins. [Kiss.] And outs.

[He accepts that tongue gladly, mouth parted to brush against it before tasting Larry's too. Chesterfields and chicken, maybe? His hand strokes faster as he sucks on the old man's tongue like it's the piece in his fist.]

[whitetwoguns]

Ins and [Kiss.] And outs. [Kiss.] I like that. [Why bother talking, really? His tongue laps here and there between the suction. He did have some chicken, not going to lie. But not too much. Larry slides his hand from Freddy's arm to his chest and down. We all know that he's loaded too.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He's got to part from that suction if he wants to talk because this kid is a talker.]

You gonna help me out there, tough guy? I got two hands you know. [Of course he's doing nothing to stop Larry from digging him out.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Talk talk talk. Larry moves is head enough to kiss at the kid's neck and behind his ear.]

I could have sworn you needed a license to carry a piece this heavy duty. [Oh yeah, he's taking Freddy out too.] And it's loaded. [Even if it isn't, he'll make sure it's going to be. Rubbing under tight close to the base then more loose as he pulls up. And repeat.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh that's nice. He tilts his head into that kissing like a dog would to a scratching hand.]

I got that license. [Is this treacherous territory again? It doesn't take long to get the kid hard. He rubs his thumb repeatedly over the tip of the old man's dick.] You're doin'...pretty good so far.

[Freddy's breathing falls a little shallow for those touches.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Brief drag of teeth in there somewhere. He smells like the shop, like gun oil, cigarettes and of course something that can only be chalked up to Freddy.]

I dunno if it's even legal on the streets. [The pitch of his voice even though it's soft tells the kid exactly what that touch is doing. He's not thinking too much on what he's saying right now.] Mmmm. I love your hands.

[Larry's paw tightens, moves faster. And he'll go back to kiss his mouth again. That other hand, the one out of commission grips at the man's leg.]

[orangetoughguy]

Oh I'm street legal...but I ain't no angel either. [He shivers in Larry's hold.] Guess you gotta think of me as an honest devil.

[He brushes his head against Larry again only to tilt it in time to meet that kiss. Mouths mash together firm and warm, wanting. He may as well be saying he loves Lawrence Dimick's entire body. Fortunately Freddy's hand is doing all the talking for him in that arena.]

Christ. [The kid manages to groan out into the old man's maw. He's thrusting a little now and moving his own hand in time.]

[whitetwoguns]

Handsome devil. [With the face of an angel. But he's not so innocent. Who the hell is? Not Larry. Devils burning together make more sense then an angel and a devil, if such mythical beings exist at all. Not all cops are angels. Not all criminals are devils neither.

Working with hands alone has the old man running so hot. It's like he's the one being taken apart stretched over the couch with practiced ease. Moving with Freddy's hand he finds them fairly matched in pace.

He has to pull back to breathe properly. Hard to tell who's saliva is sticking to his lip.]

You gonna fire that thing off [a short moan slips out] right here?

[orangetoughguy]

[They got clothes and rags and a tissue box around right? All that considered, Freddy nods once.]

Yep.

[His nonchalance doesn't last long. Already green eyes are narrowing for the hot fist around his own dick. Is this going to be some kind of jerking contest? By all means he started on Larry first, but Freddy's younger and goddamn that paw knows what it's doing.]

[whitetwoguns]

[It's too good to refuse those hands, that's what Larry's finding. He pants and leans forward to brush his mouth against Freddy's cheek.]

Bring it. [Can it be a contest even though there aren't any losers? Does the kid know how wonderful it is to touch another man and know he'll still be there?] Fire at will.

[Now he's the one to pull back and just rub the head. Larry is trying to urge the kid's pace.]

[orangetoughguy]

Oh fuck.

[Urging he is and getting him there he's doing well and good. Freddy leans closer to Larry, hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping him from falling into him. Keep it up, he's close, so fucking close. Firing at will isn't a bad option it seems, the tip of him is already wet.]

Larry. I'm gonna come.

[That's your warning there, Mr. White, before the kid starts writhing. He's practically fucking that fist.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Now this is a fucking privilege too. Larry repositions to let his fist be fucked. The precum feels so warm in the creases of his hand. He's ready to feel the real thing.]

Come, baby. I'm gonna be right behind you. [Watching him, breathing in the smell. And knowing that it don't always take tape, lube and the whole nine yards to get him off when he could work the kid's cock with his hand is a heady fact to process.] You look so fucking good all ready to blow.

[And Freddy may know his hands are feeling wet now too.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Almost....almost. There. The kid fucking goes off the same time Larry here says blow, perfectly punctuating the act. He groans heavily against him, first heavy and thick then thin and reedy. Does he really look that good? Not that he's gonna argue. Release puts a temporary dent in the way his own fist works. Not for long though, already he's pumping Larry faster and faster, wanting to reciprocate because this honest handsome devil gives as good as he gets.]

Come on, Larry.

[whitetwoguns]

[Pow, bang and zoom. Strong stuff. The sticky fluid webs between his fingers. And God he loves it and this man.]

So fucking close. [To his orgasm which isn't to say he ain't close to burying himself in Freddy's mouth like his cock is trying to sink into his fist harder, faster.]

Oh shit. [A few more quick motions on Freddy and he moves his messed, dirty hand over the kid's right on him. Coupled with the fast, brutal motion, he comes.]