log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III

Comments

[whitetwoguns]

[He's always been crazy with the kid. Ever since they met, and the crazy hasn't stopped. The old man has decided that he never wants it to.]

I think that you should know, my gun is always loaded. [Just as casually, with his hand sliding up his spine.]

You never know.

[Double meanings right there. Larry sucks in a breath as Freddy pulls away.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Such a nice warm paw.]

That makes you dangerous.

[A couple tissues take care of clean up but Larry there can help himself as Freddy hands him the box of Kleenex. One cigarette in his mouth and a light later the kid's sinking down in his chair again. Naked. It's their apartment. Why the fuck not?]

You can go back to bed now. [Cuz that's what old men do post-coitus, or what this old man was doing pre-coitus right?]

[whitetwoguns]

Smart, smart man.

[Pat, pat.

Clean up time. They got it down to a science for the most part. Tissues in the waste bin takes care of a good deal of the external mess. Freddy in the buff in eyesight is something else that can't be fixed for the moment. The better to look at.]

Can I?

[He stands up, adjusting his sweatpants. Then this bear gives a big long stretch.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Puff puff.] I mean if you gotta.

[The kid shrugs like it's almost funny how a tough guy like Lawrence Dimick needs his tough guy sleep. Then he adds, after a moment of consideration, because he hasn't had that many opportunities in his life to express the sentiment:]

I'll be up in five. [Don't you sound sentimental, Mr. Supercool.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Smug, beautiful motherfucker Freddy Newendyke sitting, smoking. Larry plucks a cigarette from his lips to take a puff before replacing it.]

Sure.

[Mr. White will be on his way then. He can wait five minutes.]