orangetoughguy | log post II

[Swatted he then combs his fingers into the other man's hair.]

One I knew for forever in my neighborhood grownin' up. Nobody talked about her, but people weren't nice to her. And heh, I met one at a bar. Took her to a room, and uh...well, I was too embarrassed. We stayed in touch though.Sweet lady.

[Bet you like that one, huh kid. Larry leans close to his hair to tell him that.]

The other one, I saw her at this show...

[Finger combing his hair is far more tolerable because...because the kid loves the feeling of Larry's fingers on his head, okay? Man or woman, as long as it's Larry.]

You couldn't do it?

A show huh...you got a thing for them?

[Freddy's just asking since it sounds like the old man's had more than his fair share of close encounters. The kid on the other hand, he's tried not to arrest the ones looking to make some money. They're safer indoors than on the streets.]

[Comb, comb.]

Not at the time. Besides, I thought she was a she. And she wasn't quite. Not yet anyway. So...I mean, didn't know how to take it at the time.

[Shrug.]

Don't get me wrong though, we ended up okay.

[Not fucking but, okay.]

Featured in a show. Vegas for you. [Larry laughs though. A thing for him when he's got this freckled, muscled Newendyke in disguise.]

That's fuckin' weird. I mean, the whole get up, not getting'em in bed.

[Er, that just sounds dumb now, Newendyke. Freddy tries to recover as quick as possible.]

...There's this mutant in X-Men, her name's Mystique. She's one of the bad guys, changes shape and stuff. She totally fathered some of her own kids.

[That's Freddy's theory anyway.]

She gave me a hand job. I took her to dinner, a show. Treated her like the lady she was.

[All of which could sound as dumb as not getting em in bed. Larry's okay with it. Just more twists and turns in that road of his that isn't quite straight.]

Bullshit, they do that in comics?

[He welcomes the subject change, especially to something that makes Freddy happy.]

That's what you do when you're a gentleman.

[No sarcasm here because in Larry's case it's true. He's got that old fashioned something when it comes to treating dates right. The kid nods now, feeling better already. They're actually talking, not fighting. Strange, but right.]

Oh yeah, I mean you gotta read between the lines. [The speech bubbles and panels, he means.] But it's totally there.

Somethin' has gotta turn out right.

[Even now he's reaching for the blankets to pull up. Kinda cold in here. And no one's wearing much. Maybe he will curl up more cozy.]

That didn't piss off anybody? That stuff usually makes the news. That's pretty big.

Nope. Comic books are for nerds don't you know?

[Cozy he can do. It's not the same as touching the new equipment after all.]

[A hand does go to his newly curved hip. Nothing funny about that, right? Hips are only hips. As close as Larry is, he is still thinking over how welcomed a kiss would be right now.]

You calling yourself a nerd?

[Why ruin this? Well...to make it even better. His mouth brushes against Freddy's temple, could be a bump too depending.]

Ain't no shame in it.

[He'd rather be a nerd than a woman--o-okay now he's noting the touch but does nothing about it for now. Hips are only hips, right?]

The all can't look like you. There's no way.

[Creeping up his shirt, not going for the breast though it'd be a lie to say he's not tempted. Freddy already said he didn't like being this way at all. That'd be like rubbing it in...unless he could show him that it wouldn't be so bad, right?

The real question is how lucky does Larry Dimick feel.]

Then they wouldn't have such a reputation.

Some of'em do. I just got lucky, no glasses.

[Freddy smiles, until he feels that hand. Green eyes go a little narrow for it and he reaches out to still Larry's fingers.]

Don't even think about it.

I'd take you with or without glasses.

[After all, not far off from sunglasses. Or so the thought process goes.]

How do you know what I'm thinkin'?

[Which in of itself is a moderately guilty question. The hand stops but rubs the pad of his thumb lightly.]

[Now his brow furrows but again more so in curiosity (and minor apprehension over the weirdness) than anger.]

I know you know what I think you're thinkin' and I know you know I'm probably right.

You're good looking one way or the other if that's a worry of yours.

[May as well tell the man the fucking truth. Larry swallows and gives up a few inches with that hand.]

I'd never do anything you wouldn't like, you know that.

[Heaven help him he releases an exasperated sigh.]

I'm. A. Woman. Larry. [Not that Freddy has anything against women.] I'm not the same, hell neither are you. Look.

[He rolls onto his side enough to drop part of his jacket off his shoulder to reveal a perfectly hairless (epilated clean via curse by City Salon Services, TM) underarm.]

Fuckin' weird.

I know. That doesn't mean I'm suddenly not attracted to you.

[Blink blink. Larry didn't notice that in himself though, that is a very hairless armpit. Also. Tit. They're nice. He's going for eye contact though.

Woah. Wait. What?]

...you are not attracted to me. That's what you're saying.

[Right now. Hopefully.]

That's not what I said at all.

[Eye contact achieved. Note the sincerity in those caramel apple greens...except he's also sincere in those tits being a major roadblock.]

I wouldn't ask you to get up in drag. Ever.

You're in your own clothes. And your own damn skin. I am too. It's just...different.

[Hand removed, back to the hip though the touch is very light.]

I'm not asking you not to be you.

[Is he even asking anything? Nope. Though can he do nothing right? Jesus Christ.]

I didn't say you were asking me not to be me.

[Freddy huffs. Can he do nothing right?] I just--I don't like being this way, having all these parts a guy ain't supposed to have. Feels wrong, real wrong. And I'm small.

[Smaller than he already was. One wonders how Freddy Newendyke ever managed to rut under the covers with women.]

This right here gets on your nerves?

[The holding? Because if he can't be here, can't be touching on him then Larry knows he should make himself leave the room. Except Freddy would have piped up sooner if that was true. Fucking frustrating being this close but still far away...and this is without taking into consideration that they are technically still fighting.]

You're beautiful one way or the other. [Brown eyes aren't lying. They look at this small man...woman...] ...Forget it, okay?

No.

[That's sincere too if also frustrated because this doesn't get on his nerves at all when it should, because technically they're still fighting. He doesn't doubt Larry's sincerity in his compliment either.]

Thanks. [It's just...] I don't like being a woman. Hell a girl, have you seen me? I look like I could be eighteen.

[Wait a second, he stares at Larry with those bright green eyes and softer lips.] Does this get you off?

Good.

[That's a relief. Shit. Everything else is uncertain. This whole week has been a customized apartment in hell. Talk but don't say much, or say a lot and get no reply. Walls of anger, all things no man wants to come home to from work.]

I've seen you. And you don't look no eighteen as far as I can tell.

[Based on looks alone. Larry sets his jaw. That last question he can't answer so soon when one issue isn't solved yet.]

It don't matter.

[Not outside of the shower today at least. He sighs and looks away, but does not pull away.]

You know if I were a real woman I'd get fucking pissed at an answer like that. I'm just sayin'.

[Freddy remarks on the age thing. Seriously, what twenty-seven year old lady wouldn't fall over herself for being mistaken as an eighteen year old, only to have some guy tell her naw, you look almost thirty. Fff. As for the other remark. Freddy kind of just looks at Larry looking away, before he lightly elbows the other man--woman--in the gut. Soft gut.]

Don't be like that. It's not cause I hate women or anything.

That's not no high school varsity body. That's all I'm just sayin'. Woman not a girl.

[A dog house is a dog house. That's how he figures. As far as Freddy's tits go, he'd say twenty one. The better to buy drinks or have a drink off of them.

Thoughts like that are not going to help this look don't touch sort of initiative. Or something. Fuck. And the elbow to the gut, man. Watch it.]

You hate being a woman. And that I'm a woman. The woman, woman thing don't work for you.

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