orangetoughguy | log post II

Who says you're not good for something?

[Is figuring out how he'll live on the run? How work may be hard to find without providing any personal information? It won't be easy. But it'd be a hell of a lot easier than giving up this. He said he wouldn't leave him bleeding on the ramp at the rendezvous, no sense in starting now.

None of it is smart. And Larry still is wrapped up in the doubt that if he loved Freddy as much as he said that he does, he'd let him off. But those goddamn words, he makes him happy. Mr. White is a criminal, a killer and it's expected of them to carry on in their way without a care for the norm and the law. Why would it be a shock that he'd do drugs, fuck both genders, rob cradles and corrupt cops?]

You're not gonna quit havin' me. [Not until he says stop, even then Larry's got a feeling that he'll always have a piece whether Freddy wants to or not.] And hey, remember, we're tough guys. We don't wreck without a fight.

[Those green and amber eyes give him the confidence to say this unfaltering. So much so he'll seal it with a brief kiss.]

[I do. Other people too, they may not say it but Freddy can tell. At least he did in Fresno as a teen, in Los Angeles as a drop out. He won't argue that with Larry though, the kid knows better. He nods.]

I didn't forget. [That they're tough guys, tough guys who don't wreck without a fight or in Freddy's case doesn't die and keeps on truckin' until he's completely bled out. What does this have to do with trying to go home? Is Freddy still avoiding the question by returning that kiss? He makes it a harder longer one too.]

Mmhm. [He sounds between their mouths.] You're amazing.

[This fucking kid, Larry pulls him closer dragged willingly into a deeper longer engagement with Freddy's mouth.]

You're amazing to me.

[Which means I love you, I want this to keep going. Fucking tender, fragile sentiments that keep on coming without an end.]

So sleep on it and talk in the morning?

[Don't think he hasn't noticed that Freddy hasn't offered up a complete opinion on what the coming days should hold. For now he's fine with waiting on it. Kind of like a long, slow goodbye to how it is here.]

[Another kiss, and another, smaller ones but no less meaningful. Then the kid's pulling back just enough to look at Larry. He's not hurt real bad and he's not fucking dying but he's just as eager to hold onto Larry like he is.]

Okay, Larry. [Freddy nods.] Okay.

[Being held like this while fucking dying is about the only comfort that anyone can give outside of getting help or ending the misery. It's not misery here in the City. And it wouldn't be on the outside, not really. The old man grips him right back, touching his face with both hands before combing back his hair.]

That's my man.

[God he loves those fingers in his hair. He wouldn't want to give that up for anything. Besides, Freddy just put his motorcycle together. The kid can't let them skip off this world without taking it around the island full circle. Just once. Like a do over of their driving that car in a circle when they first arrived, not that Freddy would want to do that over either. He has no regrets.]

We got corn dogs and some tacos left over.

Fucking mind reader.

[Larry was thinking more on the lines of they get a big truck and stash the bike in the back. It'd be a bitch to do but pay off. There are many angles to consider. Either way, the point of the journey isn't the destination they say. Was that in a movie or a fortune cookie?

Ruffle that hair once more before he's up on his feet to prepare the goods in the microwave.]

Thirsty?

[Since he's at the fridge too. It's a good way to mellow out.]

[Ffff. He shakes his head to 'fix' that floppy mess more out of habit than anything because Freddy can't lie about enjoying that paw. Now that they're separated though he sits up over the back of the couch and nods.]

Sure.

[Catching the pool table in his eye he wonders how they could take anything beyond the clothes on their backs. And his Green Lantern ring. And his Marvel Transformers. And Larry's pin ups. They've lived a life here, it would be a shame for it to be only their little secret when they're back on earth, like fucking Narnia or some shit.]

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