orangetoughguy | log post II

[Larry can hear and feel the change of his breathing. He better the way his tongue is in the kid's mouth. Both hands go at it now. Pulling back is hard to do with the way Freddy's arching forward.]

Go [tongue traces his bottom lip] get it.

[Who is treating and thanking who again? Everyone wins anyway.]

[This man has a way of taking charge whether it's over tape or tacos, goddamn. He's gonna have to stop those hands despite the fact that playing with his nipples has the kid bearing a lead pipe under his jeans. He almost hits the corner of the table on his way too but his fetching is successful and when Freddy comes back with the tape it's with the roll resting carefully between his teeth. He stands just like this in front of Larry to peel his own shirt off which he tosses onto the floor.

What next?

He can't talk, see. Tape in mouth.]

[It's all automatic like lethal arms, all of it comes naturally. The fact that Freddy is so receptive, it's perfect. From heist tips to tape. He couldn't ask for more.]

Good man.

[Shit it makes his mouth water looking at this man standing expectant and willing. The better to pull him closer. Larry reaches out to feel over Freddy's stomach still sitting on the couch.]

Hand it over.

[Because he's not gonna reach for it. Though he presses his mouth to the gunshot scar.

[This time the touching and feeling and squeezing doesn't cause too sharp a sound because Freddy sees it coming. Lips pressed over his scar still stimulate him a little differently from other places but it isn't a bad feeling, because Larry has one two. Hell the kid's got two thanks to the last bullet in his shoulder. Who knew he'd get so many trophy scars after less than a decade on the force.

Oh yeah and here's your tape, Lawrence Dimick. He hands it over as told. Sorry it's got a little saliva on it now. Freddy didn't bring any scissors over but one can always count on the Swiss savior in his back pocket.]

You gonna eat me up?

[Freddy Newendyke has been shot enough for this decade. Add it to the growing list of reasons why Blonde's presence in the City and any antics that follow would be tolerated.]

I just might. I'm pretty hungry.

[And he'll even lick his lips for the other man to see.]

Hands now.

[Never mind the teeth marks or saliva on the tape. It rolls out between the old man's fingers just the same. Worst case scenario, without tape he'll use his teeth. How about that, kid?]

[He talks like a bear's appetite is endless.]

You've been hungry for me since day one.

[What's day one? Since they met? Cause that would be bold words for a kid who took a near immediate liking to Mr. White too yet held out for weeks and might have held out for more had it not been for Santana. Anyway he offers Larry his hands.]

About starved.

[And he'll admit it. Larry places Freddy's hands palm to palm. And wile they're together he licks at the kid's fingertips. Now the tape comes into play. A careful amount about the wrists, Larry's mindful of how much pressure is required. Don't want it too tightly.]

Don't want a starved old man, do you?

[Feel free to answer, he's all ears. The pants are going to be going soon.]

[Freddy wiggles his fingertips lightly against the old man's tongue, almost like he's gonna pinch it.]

Nope. That'd be sad, like a junkyard dog without a bone.

[Or a bear without his honey pot. Fortunately Freddy doesn't sting, not people he likes anyway.]

[Careful! He can bark all day and bite. Freddy should know. Right now his teeth chomp carefully before letting go.]

Bet you got a bone for me.

[And he's gonna check. Larry undoes his belt, pulling out all of the loops then unzips though before opening the kid's pants he cops a feel.]

I think I found it already.

[Being a smartass just for Freddy.]

[Have a groan now for the archaeological dig. Freddy almost falls forward from the way Larry handles his hard on.]

Oh fuck.

[Fuck that's good. It takes every bit of resolve Freddy has to not start pushing in and out of the old man's fist already.]

[The old man will let up a little bit only because he's gonna pull Freddy's pants and skivvies down next.]

Mmmhmm. You know how good you look? Good enough to eat.

[Now he's leaning forward to take a taste of his dick now that it's out. Just licking. The real deal is to come.]

[Is that supposed to be a pun? Either way Freddy doesn't doubt Larry's ability to make good work of his erection with that pending result. He shudders, not about to crumble in the least, but goddamn this old man's one real fucking professional. Get it?]

Jesus...

[Okay that part's not a pun. Being made of bread and wine is not Freddy's idea of a good time.]

[Yep. That's a pun. There might be more, kid. Wait around.

The old man's mind is on this standing body. It's a privilege to touch him like this, get him like this. Freddy may be wowed with toys, the kid is Larry's kind of toy. To hold, to wind up, to carry, say, doesn't he kinda transform too?]

Come on, let's head upstairs.

[He stands, holding onto Freddy's forearms to help the both of him balance.]

Watch your step.

[Out of those pants. Though he'll be making use of his belt.]

Now you're just bein' dirty.

[Casual observation, being dirty ain't no thing to this kid, but it has to be said. Leading him around butt naked, wrists tied, making him step out of his own clothes? Pretty damn dirty in Freddy's opinion, and gosh does it keep his dick rock hard. Needless to say he follows Larry without argument.]

[Freddy's belt is draped over one shoulder. He's leading them around carefully.]

You think so? [No, he's not stopping.] My room.

Yeah. I don't think I would've had the slightest idea you had it in you back at Smokey Pete's either.

[Another casual remark. Is Freddy joking? Telling the truth? Who knows with the way those green eyes are looking so damn innocent. Well, more like 'innocent' really. Into Larry's room they go too.]

Oh yeah? You sure about that?

[A careful shove to get the guy sitting. Larry is going to take off his own duds.]

First time I saw you, you know. We were strangers, you didn't know how to read me then. Guess it makes sense you didn't get why listening to you talk was so good.

[Shirt comes up and off, not too quickly.]

Uh huh--

[Oof. Freddy flops on the bed, almost falling onto his side completely but then he's sitting up again to watch Larry start stripping. This time it's the kid who licks his lips, watching those older but thicker muscles flex as they're revealed. Not too quickly. Slinking along just like a wildcat it seems.]

I guess it does. [He's clearly distracted by the movements of the other man's body.] I was just being a good storyteller.

[By now Larry must realize the whole commode affair was scripted, right? Maybe Freddy ought to make up for that too.]

[Since this is the old man's room and he's not particular about where that shirt is gonna fall. Pants on the other hand, he's more deliberate about it.]

Damn right you are. Except, maybe you dunno, somethin' about the way your lips move when you talk really draws the eye.

[Now the belt is the only thing that's on Larry. He moves to take a hold of it.]

You say the same thing about the way I smoke too. [He shrugs once, mouth pursing for the proper way of producing a smoke ring. All cheek and no play makes Freddy Newendyke...something or other.] You gonna do somethin' with that?

[He upnods at Larry. Could be referring to the belt...or his dick.]

Sure am.

[The belt and his dick. He turns it over in his hands then approaches.]

Maybe because it's true.

[Larry sits on the bed.] Got my attention. [He leans over to put the belt to work. It's going to be fixed around his thighs actually, holding em together.]

[Again the kid licks his lips in anticipation. Look who wouldn't when Mr. White, Lawrence Dimick, naked and rock hard and still in good form for his age, is standing over him like that? Speaking of who wouldn't...while Larry's working the belt on his legs Freddy just has to ask.]

You ever do this with anybody else?

[He won't get mad, promise. Freddy just wants an idea of how long Larry's been into tying partners (guys) up. Buckling his thighs together has the younger man feeling an even sharper aching want between them.]

[The holes end too soon so he folds the rest against the kid's skin. Damn does he look terrific.]

Not as much.

[Those one nighters are about getting down to business. A few you can pick out...]

Once or twice before. I remember liking it. This though, I love this.

[He holds Freddy's chin giving it more meaning.]

[Does he? Freddy's no scarecrow but he's well aware for all his toned up wiry limbs and freckled or floppy features he's still a smaller kinda funny looking kinda guy.]

Only?

[That's mild surprise, not judgment, in his voice. Larry seems like the kind of guy who could make someone want this just by looking at them, of course just because he could doesn't mean he would. This is the guy who passed over the nineteen year old stripper, after all.]

It's a real treat. [Freddy says with his chin in Larry's possession. The tape, the belt, being on his bed, the transformers, being in this house. All real treats.]

[Funny lookin' sure, but the toned, wiry limbs fixed this way and that, erect and waiting for what's coming to him that's damn fine.]

Did a lot of watching. You know they got places for this. [Or he figures that he knows that.] There was only one fella I did with consistently. [We're talking besides Freddy. But...why keep on talking and playing old songs that don't mean shit anymore? He rubs his thumb over the kid's chin.]

Figured you could work out some tension too.

[Larry is up off of the bed now to get the lube.]

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