log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

I ain't gonna--

[...tell nobody. That's what he means to say before the man of steel just sweeps him right up. Those hands are grabbing at the actual shirt now only to slip under the hem to feel bare skin below. He's firm, that's for sure.]

Wait wait wait... [He breathes, forcing them apart.] This ain't some undercover report for the Daily Planet is it?

[whitetwoguns]

So what if it is?

[At least he can talk about it with a professional undercover....agent, not reporter.]

I promise I'll protect you.

[Those fingers on him really make him feel like he's invincible.]

[orangetoughguy]

You ain't workin' on a story about young guys who'd do anything to touch the big man of steel? [And touch touch touch the kid does. He's so fucking hard under his clothes, winter pounds or not.] Things like suckin'im off or bending over.

[Make no mistake, two can play at this game. He's hot and bothered by Larry wearing the S and he'll return the favor two fold.] That's nice, good thing I don't need no protection from you.

[whitetwoguns]

All that's just for me. I'm looking for the real story here. I go deep undercover.

[Like the way his hand is going to the front of Freddy's pants. He's pretty dam n hard in places too.]

Though I think you're onto something there. That's a story I could get into.

[Clever turn of phrase. Fuck it'd be so different to think of wearing a rubber ever again]

[orangetoughguy]

[That hand on his crotch is too much. Freddy can't resist grinding into his palm.] Take me--to your hideout, then we'll talk.

[Among other things. Green eyes are narrowing, fuck it's taking everything he's got not to jump Super White right here and now.]

[whitetwoguns]

It's a treacherous journey, do you think you can make it that far?

[That'd mean they gotta get in the boat. Is everything normal yet? Fucking hell. He should have thought that through a little more. This was a lot more effective than he thought it would be.]

[orangetoughguy]

You're the superhero, I'm countin' on you.

[Freddy manages to breathe out. Oh yeah, it's effective. Way effective. Seriously Lawrence Dimick what were you expecting pulling a stunt like this?]

[whitetwoguns]

Up, up, and away.

[One last kiss before stepping out of the protection of shade. To the the boat, to the house. And then it doesn't take x-ray vision to see that they're heading to the bedroom. As fast as possible.]