orangetoughguy | log post II

[Not if the kid never knows officially. If he has an idea he'll never say a word. It's what can incriminate him that matters first, because he's still a cop, he hasn't decided to abandon his shield. Not yet. Cops who have to go to jail are the most vulnerable, aren't they?]

Me too.

[There's another nod of agreement for you, Larry. This time eyes that are looking a little greener than usual are staring directly at brown ones.]

[They are. Larry is jet set for the clink if they head back exactly where they came from. And if Freddy is going to follow, by hook or by crook, he'd find a way to look out for this man.]

It ain't always gonna be like this. I know. But, that don't mean that we've got to be at odds if we don't have to.

[A big hand reaches out to cup the side of his face.]

I don't want you to be a dirty cop. Not for me.

[Even then, he'd still be a better man that Dimick.]

I know that.

[The kid has to smile a little, head tilting into that big paw. Of course he won't be at odds if he doesn't have to be. How can he when most of the time this man, Lawrence Dimick, is everything good? Maybe in the eyes of some higher authority Freddy's just as bad for loving it, however so far he can count only one brutal unnecessary altercation that resulted from this. Never again though, he made Larry swear by it.]

Don't get me wrong, tough guy, I'm not gonna be a dirty cop. [He shakes his head.] But I'm not blind to a faulty system either.

[The kind that required a young man still fresh in undercover work to bleed to death with a rookie because having better back up meant blowing up the whole case. Would they have sacrificed getting Joe Cabot just to save Marvin Nash?]

Don't start, okay?

[Repeating it, saying it out loud to process makes it easier to swallow. Yesterday, Freddy was a cop. Today Freddy is a cop. Tomorrow he'll be a cop too. He's got to do what he's got to do. It's frustrating and admirable. The LAPD doesn't deserve him.]

I fucking love who you are, kid.

[Combing through that floppy hair he sighs.]

[Okay. Don't apologize for starting, Newendyke, just take it easy. Again he nods under a heavy paw, loving the feeling of Larry's hand on his head. His face. Everything. He reaches up to take that paw and bring it down to his mouth where his lips purse against his palm.]

I love who you are, you old son of a bitch.

[Not a dirty one, although Mr. White can be dirty, sometimes.]

[Those paws like touching on his face. Two paws on him now.]

Even though I gotta do fucked up things?

[Larry's pretty sure of the answer. He can be selfish sometimes, can't he?

He almost wishes that the kid would at least see them, get a look at what they've stressed over. Truth be told, Larry had never seen so many diamonds in his life. As expensive as they might be, he's taken a greater liking to emeralds.

The pads of his fingers brush over stubble.]

Who doesn't do fucked up things, huh?

[Larry killed people to get away, knowing they could just as easily have killed him (them) too. Larry nearly killed another man for attacking him. Yet Larry's a prime example of a gentleman, better than any he's ever met. Freddy here, Freddy's lied and lied and lied. Freddy insisted on keeping open to seeing other people only to grow jealous when they did. Freddy made his only real friend here feel wronged for liking pin ups. What a way to be.]

But I don't want to fuck up what we got, baby.

[What they could still have in Los Angeles, if they play their hand right. Shit those diamonds could buy him his freedom, a way to start fresh. Could Freddy do that?]

Not on purpose all the time.

[Freddy here, though, he's noble as they come for the good guys. There was no guarantee that he'd be 100% safe, that Larry can see from his end, still he stuck it out. And he did lie, it ate him up. The man's got a big heart, anybody with eyes can see that. He handed off his prize to some kid he didn't know. Hell, he puts up with an old man who expects so fucking much.]

Hey. Don't talk like that. Nothin' is gonna happen to you and me, easily.

[And he'll seal it with a kiss.]

No. [He says it like repetition will make it more believable.] Nothin's gonna happen.

[They can't know it for sure but like Larry said how can they or anyone continue on at odds? How do you continue on thinking it's gonna be over? Freddy's still young and to an extent so is Larry, young enough to keep thinking they're invincible, they'll prevail, old enough to know sometimes you just gotta drive off to get out of this town.

He knocks the tequila glass over trying to get up against this tough ass motherfucker with calloused but careful paws. He puts his cigarette in the fallen glass, taking care of any fire risks.]

[A little more convincing and everything's okay.]

Now you got it. Nothin'll happen to us, baby. As good as Superman.

[One paw drapes the towel over the mess. No use cryin' over spilled booze. The wiry, handsome body is better to grab a hold onto. Especially if he's gonna grip him tight, better to pull him into his lap if he can.]

Without the kryptonite.

[That stuff's green though, not as warm as his eyes.

Forget the lap. Freddy here is working to pull Larry down onto the floor with him. He's wiry but whip sharp and just as whip fast. He had plans to tell the old man what he told the girl and her bastard boyfriend, that he might have just compromised his own safety, but they have the diamonds now and right at this moment all of that don't fuckin' matter. His arms hook around the old man, aching to pull his weight over him, like he might just crawl into that bear hide for safety.]

Invincible. Ain't we?

[Consider him pulled, on the floor ready to get down and dirty or just fucking be close to him. Whatever it takes. Whatever it is. There's no way he'd compromise this because of some diamonds.]

That what you call hard.

[Bring it, kid.]

[Consider his legs twisted around the old man's too, knees pinching at his waist.]

I just wanna do right, do right by you. [By other people too even though some of them he can't understand.] And not be fuckin' miserable for it.

[No more people pleasing puppy even though Freddy can be as loyal as a dog.]

[Oh yeah, that'll do. Better to press together.]

You don't gotta be miserable, tough guy. Not here, not when you're with me.

[And he means it, it's not all words said with a hard-on Freddy can probably feel by now.]

Be happy, huh?

[Happy? He's happiest with this old man, better than he has been before he met Mr. White.]

I get by pretty good since you came along.

[The kid nods, he can't deny that at all. Nor can he deny feeling that hard pistol he's packing. He grinds up against him. Fuck Larry's worth all those damn diamonds in the closet. Let the firefighter or nurse whichever lady's on the door guard his prize.]

Then I need to keep it up.

[Whatever it is that makes him happy despite of the pin-ups, quitting the hard drugs, working for a thinly veiled syndicate.]

Fuck. This is the life.

[Grinding or no grinding. Being here, being able to live like this isn't the City, but Beverly Hills, together.]

Don't jinx it.

[Freddy insists with mild distraction as he works to roll them both over, to put the dog on top. Once there he kisses Larry's solid well-formed jaw, down to his chin, his neck, over his chest whether or not there are buttons to undo in the way. Lower still. He's going for that hard up piece because if the kid won't easily accept the diamonds, the least he can do is show the old man that ice don't change nothing.]

Don't want nothin' to get stolen.

[Joking, but hey. People get jealous of riches. Diamonds and wonderful, attractive companionship get snatched up. On his back, he pulls at Freddy's shirt, up on either side to touch his stomach, back then his head as he goes lower.]

Jesus, you get me hot. [Always. No matter what's up. Does it really all not matter in the end? Diamonds, records and badges?]

[Here let Freddy help you, Larry. The kid pulls his shirt off only to toss it aside somewhere on the kitchen floor. It don't really matter much where. His fingers start working on the front of the other man's pants, eager to undo and take him out.]

And I need this so I guess it all works out.

[Freddy remarks in a cheeky tone. It goes without saying Larry gets him hot too, doesn't it? The younger man leans down to blow on the tip of his cock, hand already wrapped firmly around it.]

Guess?

[He breathlessly laughs. The cheek looses potency when he's got a dick in his mouth. Larry slays his legs more so that Freddy can make himself comfortable on the floor.]

Fuck, kid.

[Larry leans up enough to watch Freddy work. Hips twitch but don't move. Issues fall away right here.]

Not yet.

[Another cheeky remark before he hoods his mouth over Larry. He still hasn't given the man an answer with regards to the diamonds, he still hasn't told him about what he said to the cheerleader, maybe he won't where the latter is concerned. Not yet anyway, no need to get paranoid or serve a call to action if she keeps it to herself.]

Do you like that?

[Freddy asks while licking up and down the shaft.]

[A long low moan rolls out. Life's not so bad on your back, in your kitchen chasing a serious, troublesome talk with a blow job. He takes all of this to mean that things have a way of working themselves out. At least he hopes that it does, Freddy would lay down the law (no pun intended)... Larry assumes. Maybe. It takes awhile for the truth to come out.]

Goddamn, I do. I love it. [There's an urgent clutch at his hair. Larry's knees bend a little and squeeze Freddy on either side.]

Good...

[That clutching's got green eyes look across the expanse of his torso, from belly to chest to those warm brown eyes. Larry's way too fucking good to this stupid kid. Again his lips purse, tight and around him while his palm curls around his balls. This stupid kid with the taste of Marlboro and Jose Cuervo, among other things soon, on his tongue.]

[He tries so hard to be good for a fucking criminal. Though if he had it his way he'd blow away anyone who stood in the way. Vampire, cops or nose sons of bitches, whatever it takes to keep the kid safe and sterling. What does it matter what depths he sinks to in the end? Larry isn't trying to be a martyr but shit, he'd do anything for this man.]

Freddy. [It's not a warning yet, but his voice is tight and urgent. His chest is rising and falling with each pant. Now he can't stop his hips from moving with his mouth.]

[No words this time but there's an unmistakable sound of his mouth accommodating the pushing motion. He's not going to take it off that dick, not now. The heel of his palm puts pressure on his heavy balls, kneading them like doing so might coax him to come sooner. Freddy wants to the ability to say he'd do anything for Larry, but he knows that's not the case. On the other hand the old man wouldn't want him that way would he? They saw what a mess he made when he forgot he was a cop. In that form he was willing to do anything for Lawrence Dimick, Mr. White, under the assumption what Freddy wanted was what Larry wanted too.]

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