orangetoughguy | log post II

What about you? [He rubs under his nose with the back of his hand. Just a sniffle okay? Nothing more. Freddy looks like a great guy, he's living in a great apartment, he does whatever he wants with or without ladies.]

I dunno. Sometimes I just dunno.

[This kid bear doesn't know how to take that compliment. The arm on him though, oh boy.]

Thanks I mean--[no that's exactly what he means] Thanks... [For those words, for this moment, for the tacos. He can't ask for anything else. Larry looks at those eyes again, that nose, his lips woah, woah back up again.]

I got lucky but I'm still learning.

[Weird to say that to Larry of all people, seeing as how that's who Freddy considers his stroke of luck and his best learning experience.]

Don't sweat it. I would've given anything to.... [Is Larry looking at him funny? Oh fuck here come those thoughts again.]

I could use some luck.

[Be lucky. Get lucky. Now it's a sparring match on the inside. He's trying not to be giving funny looks, honest. It keeps happening. And they're in public. Fuck. And he stopped talking Larry stiffens with that arm over him. Should he go? Should he stay? He swallows.]

To-?

[Larry's face feels like a traffic light, burning and red. Slowly he licks his lips and damns everything but the words that come out of his mouth and all the impulse and want behind it] Can we go back to your place?

Okay.

[Oh that was way way way too easy, Newendyke. You cradle robber. Of course it doesn't seem so bad when the kid's bigger than he is but the way his expression settles it's obvious who's the adult here. And damn is that a lovely face he has. Freddy's already close to getting hard thinking about it on his dick. Oh fuck.]

Follow me.

[The arm drops from his shoulders only to settle his hand at the small of Larry's back, guiding him. They're just going back to his place, that's all. That's all. Being at least 20 years younger Larry can probably go for several rounds can't he? Oh fuck.]

[Nodding makes his head feel like it's swimming. Fucking hell, Dimmy you really asked that. May as well put a sign on your forehead saying how easy you are. Except it's a question, that's it. And it can be interpreted different ways... though he wants it to be just one way. Larry knows about girls, how they work and think. The game can't possibly transfer the same way...can it?]

Okay.

[Redundant but saying something makes him feel like autonomous. For a moment he worries about not feeling the arm around his shoulders but the touch of his back, however light and purposeful causes more of a stir than it should. What is he doing? This man's at least what? Ten to fifteen years older than him? Larry doesn't even know, and he's finding out that he doesn't care. With each step he's getting more wound up in his young skin. He could go for two rounds, sometimes more like this. It's normal, right now Dimick doesn't even think anything of it.]

....Do you have more friends like me?

[Ten years. Ten years. Please never suggest fifteen years. For the love of all that's good don't suggest fifteen years. Not that being older is a problem for Freddy Newendyke, the older Dimick oughta know that. Just...yeah, ten years.]

A few. Some of'em are real proud about it too. But they're from different places, where it's easier for'em to be them, you know? People like us we don't have that luxury yet. You might wanna keep your name too. [What he means by keep Freddy gestures with his other hand, the 'hush' gesture. A secret. He knows the older Larry will appreciate that.] ...None of'em look anything like you.

[That's a compliment, kid. A compliment bordering the lascivious but what can Freddy say? This is Lawrence Dimick after all, and they're already fucking, so...]

[When you're seventeen everyone is older and twenty seven may be thirty. He's about ready to believe almost anything Freddy says. Trust has been solidified. He heard those skeletons in his closet without any passed judgment other than that Larry could be somebody anyway. Freshly paved trust makes it easier to resign himself to the fact that he wants more of this man and wants to give him more.]

Mum's the word. [Hush, hush like. He can do that. Following Freddy's lead he doesn't realize how small the City is topside. Maybe he liked the taco stand so much he wanted to be close to it?]

None of em?

[Larry finds it hard to believe even though it makes him feel like a fucking champ to hear. Nevermind that this fucking champ has not had all the rosy shades leave his face talking like this.]

None of'em. You're taller for one.

[Nevermind how the amount of people taller than Freddy happens to exceed a dozen, just out of that dozen he knows like only one to be a cocksucker too.]

And you're funnier. [Which is very different from funny looking.] You're honest. You're sweet.

[I could eat you right up. He could be projecting all the things he wishes someone would have told him at that age...or maybe he's just remembering last week with the older Lawrence Dimick.]

[Taller? Is he that big? For the longest time he was just stout then that growth spurt. All the talk though that this man is giving him, it makes him feel light, small. This cool man Freddy saying shit like this. It makes him want to have a piece of him and give up all those things he wants.]

I'm not always so sweet or good...

[He combs a hand through his own hair.]

You make me wanna stay that way.

[There's that building, and through the door they go. Larry feels like his heart is pounding.]

Nobody's always so sweet or so good, shit would get boring. [Not that he's implying anything about the perks of getting down and dirty.] Not everybody's eating meat just to have their pudding either.

[Er, the kid probably won't get the reference but hey it sounds cool and if Larry chalks it up to Freddy being unique well he's not gonna argue. Here they are back at the building. Hands off the taller teen, he uses his elbow to get the elevator moving.]

I wouldn't say no to making you stay with me. [A pause.] I mean until you find the right place. [Or does he mean that?]

[What's that even mean? All Larry knows it that it sounds so fucking cool.]

Meat and pudding are pretty different.

[That album didn't even exist to the bear of a kid and it won't for another thirteen years. Brown eyes are on Freddy even with the change of scenery.]

Thank you. I think I'd like to stay with you. However long.

[The elevator chimes. The kid expects a crowd to step out. Huh. Not a soul. He holds a hand out to keep the door from shutting. Just being polite since Freddy's lead the way.]

I can be handy around the house until I got a job.

[Now he doesn't seem so shy about any other alternative. No way to hide how he's looking at the other man. No reason to.]

[Good then Larry can think Freddy came up with it all on his own. Stepping into an empty elevator he doesn't actually respond until the doors are shut.]

That sounds fair.

[Green eyes are looking right back. Up and down. Jesus Newendyke are you some kind of creep? But it's Larry for fuck's sake, a young still handsome still just as sharp Lawrence Dimick. He's beautiful even without his wildcat tattoo. Freddy steps forward, close enough to breathe on the other kid.]

You can always say no... [He gives a slight nod that serves as a gesture and a way for him to brush his lips against Larry. He's so fucking beautiful.]

[He can't help it, his hand skims across Freddy's waist before coming to his side until the doors shut. Larry can't stay far. There's a magnetism between them now or since all those reservations are out of his head there's no room for any brains.

Doors whisk shut. That breath makes him start to get hard.

Oh fuck. The brush of his mouth it's sweet and from the first touch very masculine.]

Why [his voice feels like it's going to crack] would I do that?

[Both paws rest on Freddy's chest and returns a kiss with more pressure. He means it.]

[Upon the second kiss he detects a slight difference in flavor. It's the same brand of Lawrence Dimick he's come to know and love but not quite as aged. There's something cooler to this, something still exploratory. The aged flavor is better in his opinion, only because the aged flavor is the one that sticks, the one that shelter's him, but this is beautiful too. This needs caring.]

I don't know. But I want you to know you can.

[Freddy means it, he really does, except maybe the weight of his sincerity is lost in a third kiss the comes with both arms attempting to push Larry into the elevator wall. Oh is that a ding? It's like a chime letting the kid know he's about to reserve himself a place in hell. If just for a day.]

[It's not the same as kissing a woman, it's thicker, harder. Freddy tastes like cigarettes, tacos and experience. He knows what he's doing.]

What else do you want? I know what I [into another kiss he goes. Larry's paws pull at Freddy's shirt. He feels himself going back into the elevator wall before that ding. Oh. Heh. Panting he has to process the sound and then will his legs to move. Won't be far if memory serves him right.]

[Self-explanatory answer, that, though Freddy would have loved to say you. Those hands are on their way to becoming the rougher toughened paws he knows so well and it gets the older kid so fucking hard. Breathe, Newendyke, get out of the elevator first. Ahem, clearing his throat he manages to part from the teenager to get his keys out and pull him towards the apartment door. By the wrist, mind. Nothing hard or forceful, just urgent.]

I want you inside.

[He does manage to whisper this part. Jingle jingle, ugh work faster, oh here we go. Click click and the door's open. He holds it for Larry.] Get in.

[Larry licks his lips, savoring the taste. There'll be more. He wants more. Looking at the profile of Freddy's face he doesn't look that much older. Maybe less than ten.]

Y'don't need to say so.

[He grabs Freddy by the shirt and takes careful steps backward. More of those lips. This is happening, this is real. How can he be so forward? Is he terrible? Larry hopes his enthusiasm makes up for it. He's hard and tells himself he's ready for anything.]

[Freddy has to glance aside to make sure the door follows them to shut and lock. There. Privacy. Privacy in their own home and yet it feels almost vicious the way he's moving with this kid. This bright brown eyed teenager he knows and still has to consider a stranger. Is he other things?]

On the couch. [More lips. Tongue.] Sit on the couch.

[You're really doing this, Newendyke. There's no backing out now because if you do you'll just confuse the guy even more. There's nothing wrong about this. You know Lawrence Dimick and hell that man saw it fine to take your teenage ass under an underpass. It's nothing doing, just a one day fantasy.]

[Pa-thump and the door closes. It echoes almost ominously. Freddy's a stranger. What does he know about Larry? Well, only what he's told him after all. That hasn't made him any less appealing. Paws are going down Freddy's back.]

Mmmmmphmmm.

[The tongue knocks him for a loop. His cock feels so hard even the loose fitting jeans are uncomfortable. Sitting, right he can do that. The couch creaks under him. It's only natural that he looks right on up at the man.]

I want you.

[In case he needs to hear it. Really, the bear of a kid wants to say it.]

[Maybe the illusion that Freddy doesn't know Larry helps keep the kid comfortable. If it turns out bad then nothing valuable is lost, right? That's what this kid would want at his age, an experience with the option to learn more or have no strings attached. If only he let himself open up to this when he was younger, like Larry did. Larry with all his confidence and power, Freddy doesn't think he could ever be like that but seeing Larry now, well he can try.]

I sure as fucking hell want you, baby.

[Freddy says this while looking down at Larry, then he kneels on the seat to kiss him again, to taste his mouth, while his fingers work to open those loose fitting jeans up.]

[For all the reminders on Freddy's end it's a fantasy, Larry has to keep on blinking to remember it's reality. He is feeling the texture of the sandy colored, longer hair not only on Freddy's head but whatever is at is belly. Sorry, his hands go standard to one up top one on the bottom. Farther up he feels muscle flat and firm. No tits whatsoever.

He can't help but suck in a deep breath as he feels those jeans come undone.]

Oh goddamn.

[This is fucking happening.]

We're just. [Kiss.] Getting. [Kiss.] Started.

[Freddy recognizes the way his hands settle and that's okay because he's taking control of the situation. Larry can put his hands wherever he wants just as Freddy plans to put other parts wherever he wants. Well, as long as Larry's okay with it of course. Honestly, something tells him the brunette won't have any trouble complying with the arrangement he has in mind.]

Does anyone do this for you? [He drags those jeans off the teen's hips.] Tell me what you like.

[Those paws are gonna have to come off as Freddy slips off the couch and down to his knees on the floor. He wets his lips.]

[Belt off the jeans may as well be off. His skivvies are low at the hips too. No way to hide how Freddy's kiss and touch however on the PG-13 side they've gone.]

S-sometimes. [Words get muddy in his mouth. With Freddy on his knees he knows what's gonna come.] I like getting sucked, kissing, touching...fucking too. [His fingers are gripping at Freddy's shoulders, balling up the material some before feeling his back, pulling at it.]

[PG-13? That's going out the window right now. His fingers curl around the kid's dick and for once that's an utterly true statement. This young man is by all legal accounts, well, not legal at all. And he's a cop. Freddy doesn't care, there are few limits when it comes to Lawrence Dimick. He doesn't think Larry will be upset later either (he hopes).]

Cool cause first I'm gonna suck you. Then I'll fuck you.

[Do you feel like a big man now, Newendyke? The big man on campus? The guy you wished fucked your brains out when you were a boy instead of kicking you around under the bleachers?]

You like noise? [He's got the stereo remote nearby too in case sound might calm the kid's nerves. Oh he can tell by the way Larry's holding onto him. Meanwhile he gives that prick a testing lick.] Yes or no?

[That's a firm, certain grip. The few reservations that Larry has had with this interlude didn't have to do with crime. At this point in the bear's life he figures that anything he does is under the law's attention. Fucking's free. Everyone does it. Even men and...other men. And he's as anxious as he is nervous. No refusal on his lips. Just an open mouthed gasp at the way his dick feels with this attention. Dimick, you're in the big time now.]

I want it, man.

[Put your money where your mouth is, kiddo. Larry spreads his knees a little.]

Yeah. I like music.

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