orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

[It's the kind of motherfucker he is. Upfront with what he wants, most of the time anyway.]

As weird as it all was, I wouldn't have spent it different.

[Even without any fucking. Hip to hip, hands not roving, Larry keeps contact with those eyes as he presses a close lipped kiss.]

Me neither, Larry.

[Just the way he's talking Anthony Kiedis and company seem to fade into the background...even though the volume is still at the same ear shattering level. Lips purse in kind, still held together because it's a sweeter kiss. His own hands settle on rougher elbows, thicker arms, the same old wildcat.]

I'm sorry I rode your ass.

[It's the only kind of apology he can muster at this moment and immediately the kid feels kind of stupid for how it sounds.]

[Tastes lightly of cereal, coffee and cigarettes. And it's enough to be completely reassured that everything's going to be fine. Music does fade from his consciousness. It's not important anymore.]

Sorry I wasn't getting it.

[How hard it is on the kid, how bullheaded the old man can truly be.]

...and for pissing you off more.

[Hopefully the conspicuous absence of an apology for following his therapist friend will slide under the radar for now. Larry kisses him again, more tongue.]

Yeah, it was stupid.

[What was? Everything? The kid can't really figure it out in solid words. Then again wasn't trying to explain everything in well kept detail part of the problem. He breathes words before reacting to that kiss.]

I got fuckin' lucky with you.

[His mouth forms a slight frown around his tongue not because he can't accept it but because admitting that foolishness makes him feel a lot younger than he really is which is already a lot younger than Larry himself. Another breath and Freddy's returning the kiss, hands to the old man's neck to anchor them together. Oh look, there's still the remnant of a bruise there. Meanwhile the music's changed up the pace to something that would do Iron Man proud.]

No, it wasn't. [That would devalue holding out a whole damn week. There was a reason...at the time...something. Larry says what he says because he was angry too. It burnt itself out into misery. Why stroke the coals anyway? Everything is well and truly finished.]

You got me. That's not gonna change. Get it?

[Deeper, searching and moving to make sure that everything is exactly as it should be, that there's still a place for him. The music can do whatever. The old man's about deaf to it right now. That touch to the neck makes him hiss. Yep, that mark is still where it should be.]

[Fair enough, Freddy won't argue it wasn't stupid because part of it wasn't. But some of it was, like finding reasons to keep Larry at bay once they had a wedge driven between them. That wasn't just stupid, that was unfair.]

I got it. You know you got me too. That ain't gonna change for shit.

[Not for tits not for diamonds not for US Marshals not for a wine drinking therapist guy who Freddy still doesn't believe has any interest in him but again, let's not talk about it right now.]

Let's talk later, okay? I got something I wanna show you.

Wouldn't want it any other way.

[Thinking on it makes him feel like someone's left the heater on for his insides. It's overwhelming, wonderful. The aggravation and other miseries suffered through the week.

Show me, huh?

[He'll pull back, at attention.]

What is it?

Sit down. On the couch. Go do it. [He gestures for Larry to go do as he says before disappearing somewhere upstairs.] Don't touch the music, the solo's coming up.

[Freddy calls from the steps because he knows how Larry don't like the music but come on, this one came out when the old man was twenty or something. He should be able to appreciate the nostalgia at least. Anyway it doesn't take Freddy long to come back with four discs in his hands, discs held in simple plastic cases. They look like CDs with marker writing on top.]

Okay. Don't get fuckin' weird on me because you asked about it. And really it's kind of cool, did you know you can use that shit to put your own movies on this? [That shit being the computer, this being the CD.] Like copying over tapes, but easier. [Officer Piracy right here. He leans over to fan the discs out to Larry.]

Just Shoot On Me, Sit On It, Top Gunned, or It's Better If You Don't Talk?

[Mind reader. He was going to turn it down while Freddy disappeared. Fuck it. Fine, he sits at the couch. It's enough to knock back a martini and blow back a man's tie.]

No. I didn't know.

[Before he can get any ideas, he realizes they're titles. Hah.]

How about Sit On It? [Not that the title has anything to do with anything. Brown eyes watch him move here and there.]

[He's still moving here and there in his skivvies too. Green ones. With a fist over the crotch. Aww...Freddy makes a face between Larry and the titles.]

You don't like the sound of It's Better If You Don't Talk?

[Over the sound of a massive metal power chord, though not for long. He's not that hung up on the last disc either.]

Both of em seem...pretty good.

[If we're gonna talk about titles. Okay, he can hear the music again. And the shit better quit it if he's gonna keep it cool. Phew!

Green eyes, green skivvies. Fitting.]

Okay okay, Sit On It it is. [Freddy relents and finally he turns that music down, then off, so he can pop the disc into their fancy TV that has all the right hook ups including DVD player for modernity and a VCR because that's home right there.] I woulda tried taping off cable but we don't got much on the TV. There's a shitload of stuff on the internet though, I mean all kinds of crap.

[For the record, taping movies for personal non-profit purposes is perfectly legal in the Book of Newendyke. Anyway now it's starting up. He takes a seat next to Larry as the "fuckfest of the century" begins from scene one. Clearly if the kid wanted a story he'd turn to his comic books. For now though he watches Larry out the corner of his green eye, waiting to see if this was a good idea or a bust. This is a whole lot different from 'enjoying' Debbie Does Dallas with the boys. No women, for one.]

[Brown eyes blink. He's not quite getting it until it's actually playing out before his eyes on the screen.]

This legal?

[Taping it off of some channel on the internet he means. This, oh shit, this. Larry reaches for Freddy knowing he's there close by but not close enough. Hot damn.]

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