orangetoughguy | log post II

You're kidding me right? What fear do I got from a hippie? I just gotta keep my ass out of Eugene, Oregon.

[You're supposed to ask him 'why', Lawrence Dimick.]

So why that? I mean, of all the things to say...and why Eugene, Oregon?

[Another sip. He's enchanted. What is that flappy jaw and flappy handed body gonna deliver now?]

There's no work there.

[Freddy takes a smug sip of his beer. Okay so the guy actually has a job and isn't a dirty hippie but that's just part of the whole joke ain't it? Larry knows he's got nothing to fear...right?]

[There's still the nagging suspicion but it's nothing that Freddy's done. It's that fucking shrink. Larry's not sure what it is that makes him feel so fucking suspicious but his hunches never cut him a break. Let's forget the hunch that this man standing with him shirtless in the kitchen of their apartment was innocent. It's all relative though. Cops can be innocent he's come to find out.]

No work.

[He repeats it, snickering.]

Well, thank goodness.

[That they can joke about it a little. Larry leans over and grabs a hold of Freddy's chin to lay one on him.]

[Flappy jaws are about to flap some more when the old man takes him by the face though not really by surprise. Freddy has to quickly find space for his smoke and beer, somewhere on the counter, so he can rest his hands on that thick clothed torso.]

Uh huh. [He sounds through their mouths. Crazy kids.]

[There's a whole lotta good flavors in that mouth. Beer, smokes, salami...chocolate somewheres. A whole damn meal. The bottom line of this issue with the therapist friend is that Larry is certain that he knows a good thing when he sees one.]

You were gonna say somethin'?

[That's what he says when he feels like he can pull back. Not out of the reach of those hands. Give the man some space, huh? He'll use that cigarette a moment.]

[A damn fine mix of flavors, this. Warm and in those paws, green eyes could close up and ignore everything outside of this apartment--say what? Green eyes open up again.]

Uh.

[What was he gonna say again?]

Right uh... [Freddy shrugs because yeah, that kiss totally made him forget. Oops.]

[He puts the Marlboro between Freddy's lips to let him have another smoke while Larry gets another sip.]

Hippies sure don't like Republicans.

[Larry shrugs then. It'll come back to him right? Besides, not like they got anywhere to be today.]

He purses his lips around that smoke to take a shallow pull which he exhales in soft rings.]

I wouldn't know, I'm way more fun then either. [Right?]

[Fucking smoke rings are a lost art. Does Freddy know that. Larry watches the way his mouth moves and how they curl up into the air getting wider and more translucent.]

Oh, I know. I had my experience with hippies and a few Republican types.

[Fingers trace down his torso.]

Way more fun. [As he says it.]

How much experience do you have with a cereal-eating superhero-loving type?

[He presumes none but the kid won't make that many assumptions about Lawrence Dimick. Who knows, he might even surprise him. Meanwhile he's got his own hand on Larry's side now, at some point the towel got discarded...somewhere. Yep.]

Only as much as what you'll lemme.

[Oops. Towels these days. Larry's hand keep on a-movin'. Up and up then it's taking a trip down.]

So far I'd say they're pretty fucking good experiences.

So it's up to me? I mean if I wanted to have a party you wouldn't mind?

[It's just a question, the kind the mind conjures when there's a paw heading southward. Freddy adds a little difficulty by hoisting himself up on the counter, because he can. Mindful of the beers and smokes of course. And the salami.]

Well. I can make you do shit. But I'm not that kind of a man.

[That paw is southbound and still going down even if he's on the counter top.]

Do you wanna party? It's not your birthday. What kind of a party do you want?

Do shit like what?

[He's challenging Larry's sense of order on that one only because he knows he can. That hand where it is sure is a battle for Freddy Newendyke too, some form of chicken, whose cock is gonna crow first?]

I dunno we could meet up with some guys at a bar, see where it goes. Like to a private room or somethin'.

Like [He leans forward and breathes lightly against the kid's neck. The back of his fingers brush against the kid's cock] make you play games I want to. Got you skating, didn't I?

[Like either of them are thinking about anything cold.]

Somethin' like one of your videos? Bent over and with dick on all sides, hotblooded motherfuckers wanting a piece of you?

[With the hotblooded motherfucker that's not quite stroking his cock.]

[The kiss-not-kiss to the neck always works. Maybe it's actually the touch to his dick that's getting Freddy all worked up. Oh right, he was busy trying to play Larry like...something or other.]

Ice skating. I can skate on the street.

[For clarification and all. As for his videos, the way the old man describes it's got this kid shivering. Could be the lack of shirt though. Probably not.] Uh huh. You work real fast.

[Has it been said yet what wanting so much cock makes him?]

[For the sake of making it even more difficult for him to focus on, the old man does kiss his neck. His knuckles keep their light touch.]

Ice skating then. If winter didn't end so soon, I would have got you playing hockey.

[There'll be another winter. Larry's feeling more certain that they'll be able to see it together.

Oh, is he cold? He kisses again.]

Who says we can't give it a try sometime. We'll need to wrap up. We dunno where those guys have been. Some fags can't be trusted.

[No...they haven't said. Though the old man knows now for sure. The kid will have to come around on his own. Could be that deal about boxes.]

I want to be there.

I'd play hockey with you.

[Freddy nods while he kisses, further sort of cradling Larry's face with the crook of his neck. That's nice and real warm, ahem. Wait what? Green eyes are looking over like they can see the old man though they only make out his hair and the silhouette of his neck. Flappy hands settle on broad shoulders, squeezing them firmly in encouragement.]

Really? You don't think it's weird...?

[Honest question and not just because he thinks Larry's possessive of his honeypot.]

I'm gonna hold you to it.

[Teeth catch on his ear and drag to let go.]

Why would it be? It's somethin' worth trying once.

[Larry pulls back slowly to be able to see his face.]

That's what you like.

Okay.

[The kid concedes easily even though it's not really a concession, it's a promise. Teeth on his ear just makes it a little harder for him to concentrate on being eloquent. Oh yeah that paw on his dick too, if it's still there. Er, as for what he likes...]

I don't know... [Breathe, Newendyke.] I ain't ever done somethin' like that before. Have you?

[The hand at his dick hasn't left. The movement is light still and maybe his thumb maybe rubbing the tip.]

I have.

[He can see the hesitance. It almost makes him want to stop but this could be something they need to work through this way. Freddy cannot deny what he wants. There's no judgment right here.]

...what do you like, baby?

Really? So you can call the shots?

[That makes him feel better if only because he trusts Larry to keep things under control in almost any situation. Though on the flip side if he hadn't then Freddy would feel equally content that they'd be going in blind together. Rubbing him right there gets him shivering again.]

I like you. [Maybe it's a cheesy answer but it's fucking true.] I had two girls at once, that's all.

[The kid says like it's not much of an achievement. Fff.]

Sure.

[For you, anything. Brown eyes look at him steadily. It's a risky situation anyway, except they can certainly count on one another.]

How'd it go?

[At the time. Or maybe that shouldn't be part of the question because he is where he is for a reason. Larry's fingers wrap around his cock.]

It was...alright. [Breath hitching.] I mean--it was good, in the moment, you know? But a bad idea.

[Green eyes are narrowing from the feeling. Now his own hands are up on Larry's neck with his fingers slipping into the edges of his brown peppered hair.]

She was a 'close friend' of my girlfriend's, I knew somethin' was up. College. [Freddy sounds something close to a pff.] ...Did you like what you did?

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