log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Oof. Smaller, sure, but Freddy's a decent weight. One the old man treasures even though his shoulder will be sore tomorrow. If he moved he might pull out. That's the last thing he wants right now.]

So damn good.

[He licks what's offered up to him, filled up on both ends.]

Mmmmmmm.

[orangetoughguy]

[Once those fingers are clean he runs them through Larry's still thick brown hair. The color may be going at the temples but it ain't thinning.]

Real good, Larry.

[So...what were they arguing about again? Freddy steals another kiss. And another.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Is he even flexible enough to kiss back properly? He'll try.]

I'm not gonna argue.

[Larry grinds back only a little because he feels like tenderized meat.]

I know just what you are.

[orangetoughguy]

[In Larry's position Freddy would be, that's just the give and take of being built like a tank compared to being built like a rail gun. Okay not even that cause he's a shorter sort. Anyway.]

What's that? [He asks lazily.] I'm pulling outta you.

[The kid adds as a sort of warning before he slowly and carefully separates them. A flop's got him resting on his side now, still right up close next to the old man.]

[whitetwoguns]

[This young gun is generally more flexible anyway.]

Okay.

[Simple, ready agreement. He feels so damn free floating in his own skin. A rough exhale that ends in a slight hiss is the only sound he makes when they part. The arm that had been twisted back and gripped now flops over Freddy.]

Good game.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah.

[That heavy arm on him feels so fucking good. Freddy can't help but shift forward for another kiss. And a smile.]

You ain't such a poor sport yourself.

[whitetwoguns]

[Freddy's skin feels hot, wet with sweat. It feels better than silk or leather and there's so much of it. He really holds up his end of the kiss.]

For a Brewers fan?

[orangetoughguy]

[There's a lick to Larry's lips for emphasis.]

For a Brewers fan.