orangetoughguy | log post II

[Oops. Freddy releases.]

Too hard for you, tough guy?

No.

[Maybe. Yes. Fingers lighten up on his hair.]

I can take it.

[Though he feels like there could be blood now. Shit. Swallow, pant pant. Larry takes a drag from his cigarette.]

Well, okay.

[No blood, just teeth marks that'll go away. Eventually. Freddy thinks about that answer then shrugs, taking a pull from his cigarette before closing his mouth around the same spot again. Jesus even his mouth feels smaller, no doubt something Larry could have enjoyed with a dick. Ah well. The sting of teeth turns into the constant pressure of someone sucking to bruise the skin.]

[Woah. Back again? Okay. Larry drops his cigarette into the ash tray.]

Fuck. [He'll say it again, hissing. Though his voice doesn't sound as deep and low as usual. Reaching back he expects to feel the touch of that freckled, furred arm. No, not quite. It throws him off.]

Mmmm. [Goddamn, he sounds like a woman. While the size of Freddy's mouth has changed it's still as talented in its way.]

[Sucking sucking sucking. He still tries to think of Larry, imagining the light stubble he'd normally feel along that jaw instead of the smoothness of a woman. Instead the kid's afflicted with a yearning for their natural equipment and that just makes him feel...strange. Strange because in both forms he obviously harbors a hankering for cock and his body reacts appropriately. Suckling at Larry's neck and trying to think out some rationalization takes so long his cigarette's already burned itself out on the rim. Pity that.]

Mm.... [Oh God, breathe Newendyke. He parts his lips to lean back.] Um, wanna get breakfast?

[Soon, before they cause anymore trouble for themselves. One other thought does occur to the kid, which is that they can hold each other in public and no one will be the wiser. Women do it all the time.]

[No doubt now he is well and truly marked. Something he'll wear proudly in this skin and the next. When Freddy pulls back the first brush of breath against his neck gives him goosebumps.]

Breakfast?

[Even though his voice is at a higher pitch, it's absolutely sandpaper rough right now. No matter what the kid looks like, he gets the old man damn good.]

...Sure. We need to figure out what to do about [cooling it without a shower] clothes.

Huh...

[Shake it out Newendyke, shake it out.] Nothin's wrong with just what we got right? I mean a shirt, another shirt, and a jacket...

I'm gonna need to borrow a belt. [Since he's got smaller hips normally anyway. Larry's isn't going to cut it today. And in case Freddy needs to know why, he lifts the hem of his Superman shirt to show the safety pin keeping his underwear on. Shirt back down. On his feet now, stretching. Normal, normal, normal times because everything is fine. He's not hornier than shit.]

But...yeah.

[Brown eyes keep drifting back to look at his mouth.]

Where uh where do you want to go?

What're you trying to say?

[Not a trick question. Just a question. Note how although his own clothes feels loose at least they're still staying on him. Ahem. Maybe it's just the sheer displacement of Larry's muscles. Yep. Anyway, have a belt tossed your way, Ms. White.]

Wanna get tacos?

[Probably too late for a real breakfast anyway. Freddy actually smiles here, looking forward to being able to be affectionate in public. Maybe.]

Thanks.

[For the belt. As for the rest, he waves that right on off. The kid's small but not tiny.]

I'd never say no to tacos.

[Okay. More productivity now. Out of the room he goes to find pants. Jeans today. Once they're on they notably fit differently. Oh shit. Shoes...for some reason fit okay. Small mercies. Larry's not exactly thinking of the pros to going out in public. In fact, it makes him nervous. There are actually flutterings of apprehension going on.]

Sure.

[When Freddy throws clothes on it's the equivalent of a girl throwing on clothes to make it through a comic shop without detection of her different status. He's seen his fair share of such ladies, hell he's seen the same around academy too. And just like in academy Freddy pulls his hair back into a ponytail...a ponytail he sticks through the hole in his Iron Man cap. Jeans, t-shirt, jacket. All good. His shoes are a little loose but not unwearable. Overall...he looks like a tomboy or a woman trying to hide her feminity...same thing in his book.]

You got long sleeves on?

[So no one will recognize the big old bear of course. The last thing they need is Lucky getting wise to them, unless Lucky himself is now Lassy.]

[Superman can't be worn out alone. Especially when a glance in the mirror has Dimick noticing that it's kind of cold in here. Yeah, no. A simple button up then. Looking real Annie Hall right now. Oh fucking well.]

Yeah. I do.

[In true fashion, Larry's combing his hair. May as well leave it alone, looks like it's gonna behave on its own. Good thing. Here he comes back to you, Freddy. Same clothes, same smell.]

[Giving Larry a once over he can recognize each article of clothing down to the last time he remembers seeing Larry in it. Sometimes his memory is shit but when it comes to something that (or someone who) matters, then, well.]

Okay. You're Jennifer Walters and I'm Carol Danvers.

[A beat.]

That's She Hulk and Ms. Marvel.

[Tucking in his shirt more because there's a lot less of him than he is used to. A glance up and he sees that cap, and remembers damn well the last time he had seen it. Except it's also another clear reminder that this woman is his man.]

You look prettier than a Carol.

[But hey, he's not gonna change it up. Comic book folks again. He grabs the kid's bill and shake it.]

I got keys [patting pocket, patting another pocket] network device, and smokes.

Hey hey, Ms. Marvel is pretty fucking cool.

[Fff. Well the noise is more for the bill shaking because with it looped over his ponytail this makes the kid's head shake too. Before doing his own pat down Freddy readjusts his cap. Oh and one more thing...he loops is arm through Larry's then around his waist.]

Okay. Let's go.

[As long as no one's out there to see them exit the apartment and put two and two together they're good as gold.]

[Several hours later, a whole City to pound, a whole lot of not fucking. Larry rolls over on his bed. He doesn't feel any unnecessary flopping going on.

That's not what catches his attention though.

There is some loud fucking music going on. What time is it?]

[Loud fucking music is right. When is it not the right time for some Blood Sugar Sex Magik? The kid's downstairs putting the coffee on, or well, trying to since he's got to move to the sound of the long haired hippie-looking guy going on about king pins and paupers. In true band fashion too...he's wearing only his briefs. Something about celebrating being male ought to go here. Really.]

[And he's sitting up, slowly but surely. Aw damn. Larry rubs his face and finds it to be...exactly as it should. Thank God. Standing, stretching oh man it feels so so good to be back to normal. Bravely he continues to the source of the noise.]

Hey.

[...he can hardly hear himself. Once more with feeling.]

Hey!

[Oh, dancing. He crosses his arms, watching the scene outside the kitchen.]

Give it away give it away give it away now.

[Oh hey there. Freddy looks up and waves before mouthing the verse again.]

Give it away give it away give it away now.

[He smiles, seeing Larry a full grown forty-something year old man again just as Freddy here has his twenty-seven year old dick right back in place.]

[Up nod of a greeting. But really though, is it necessary? Thank God there is coffee waiting. Brown eyes follow that twenty-seven year old body moving this way and that as he approaches.]

Did you wanna wake me up for something?

[Purposely brushes past on the way to pour a cup.]

Yeah.

[Freddy gives up the singing to make use of that brushing by putting his hands on Larry's waist. While he's not exactly grinding into the old man's side he makes no illusions about the fact that his movements more or less amount to dry humping along the bassline.]

I'm normal again. [Because being a lady is not normal in the Book of Newendyke.] And so are you.

[Praise fucking lord.]

[...On second thought, coffee can wait. Larry stops short, or rather that bassline movement leads him to believe it may not be very safe to have coffee flowing around.]

Are you?

[Half a turn, the old man has them brief to brief.]

Lemme check.

[Grinning like a fool, Larry holds the back of his hand to Freddy's face like he's checking his temperature.]

You feel hot-blooded. That's normal though.

[Both hands at his shoulders, a little lower to check his heartbeat with both hands. No tits here.]

I am fucking relieved to be free of that shit. Can we pretend it never happened? No no wait because I know I know, you kinda liked it, so let's say it was an okay experiment, but never again.

[Those hands leave Larry's person to flap around like normal. But does the kid want to forget everything else that happened yesterday? Like how having tits made them stop fighting? Shit he doesn't even want to think about that stuff right now, he's just glad to be back in his normal skin and not fighting.]

I feel great.

I liked it because I was with you.

[Yeah. He said it. Want to make something of it? That's the message those brown eyes are trying to relay with something else as he slides his hands down to his hips, the tips of his fingers in the waistband of his briefs.

That's easier to say than because we could hold hands in public, because we weren't fighting, because it was the best he had felt in a fucking week... much easier.]

[God does he have to go there? Do or die, Newendyke, do or die. You can't run away or sweep shit under the furniture forever.]

I like being with you, Larry.

[Green eyes are looking at brown ones with some apology, some shame for having put up the fight he did.]

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