orangetoughguy | log post II

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.

You shoulda gone to the school I went to.

[Some girls flat as a board, some girls blown up without any need for surgical augmentation. Those were the days. Of course, when Freddy was in highschool Larry was already in his thirties. Hm.]

Have you ever seen me whacking off to girl on girl porn?

[The answer is no. Another look at Larry and the kid's kind of pouting. Kind of.] Oh come on, you're a good looking woman. I just don't like that you are one cause all the hair's gone, and your muscles are in different places, and... [Hands. His hands are brushing over Larry from hair to shoulders to waist and close to those thighs but not between them. He pouts. If there's anything good about this body it's that he can get away with pouting.]

...And I miss your dick. [It's been a week, after all. Christ you're one big little homo, Newendyke.]

[He licks his lips. See, the old man hasn't been to school in years. And when he was in school, well, the went to several schools. So many girls, so man guys that he looked at, tried to befriend.]

...you whack off to porn?

[Girl on girl doesn't seem to be his taste anyway. That's another thought to not say out loud.

Because that's news to the old man. He'd like to know. Usually he's hands on and they're getting off on each other. Usually. Shit a whole damn week has gone by with nothing close to fucking. Just goes to show how disturbed the water has been.

Eye contact is on again at the touch of those hands. There's no way to get hard but those touches, that pout, it does something.]

I miss your dick too...along with the rest of you.

[At this point the whole missing-your-dick thing takes a backseat to the whacking-off thing. Freddy looks a little left then a little right like they may not be alone in his room after all. They are, he's just biding his time.]

Doesn't everybody...

[One would have thought that admitting that he's missed the way things used to be would get a response. Okay then.]

I don't anymore.

[Because he saves up it up to be spent with the kid. Larry rakes a hand through his own hair which is way longer than he's used to. Oh.]

You got some around these parts, that what you're getting at? What kind?

Oh. I got some...I dunno, stuff. [Is it just him or does being a woman make his face flush red easier?] Not cause you're not doin' it for me or anything...

[Okay time to switch subjects back so he doesn't have to approach the subject of being really fucking into the gay genre. As if that'd be breaking news to Lawrence Dimick.] I miss the rest of you too.

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