orangetoughguy | log post II

[E-e-e-ee-e-e-ee. Yes. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick it's not a sound of distress nor does Freddy Newendyke think it is. Just a toucan being a toucan. Besides, the kid's got other things on his mind and in his body.]

Oh shit. [Fingers splaying then contracting, Mr. White you fucking professional tease.] Yeah I fucking do. I do, I got a place for you baby. Hell I got places for you.

[Almost begging but not quite, Freddy's feeling close to desperate. The way Larry's talking to him, about his body, just makes him harder as if he couldn't be anymore Thing like--er, rock like. A gasp breaks from him and green eyes narrow for that smack (he loves it).]

Okay. [Shudder. Just look at the way Freddy sort of totters into Larry's room, already drunk on foreplay.]

[Hopefully that e-e-e-e-e-e-ee business will fade to white noise. It's only day one. Besides, if it doesn't there are many, many other reasons to be happy. The toucan's got nothing on this body the bear has to paw at.]

What places do you have in mind? [As if he didn't know. He does very well, Larry wants the kid to hear it seeing as he's the one who started this dirty talk business. It's a nice view walking behind the kid making their way to the bedroom. They stick together. There should only be one room, except there are differences to appreciate. The firmness of one mattress to another, the view and light from the windows and delaying laundry a little.

Approaching the bed paws are on him. Smoothing over arms, down his back. Mr. White is a lucky son of a bitch to score this.]

[Would one room be the next big step? Could Larry even handle having all that comic book crap in the same room as his suits and rings? Something about Freddy never quite grew up the way most men do and a reflection of that is the ever present amount of superheroes among other things on blatant display. The kid's not ashamed of it one bit, maybe that's something he has most men his age don't. Of course he's perfectly happy in Larry's room too, especially when he's staring at him like this. He's not no damn toucan.]

You got my ass, that's obvious. [Says Freddy Newendyke as he crawls onto the mattress, all fours first.] But you got my mouth too. [He arches under those paws pleasantly.] My back, my chest. [These are all places where he's felt the hot spread of semen, except for one.] Hell maybe one of these days I'll let you lose it on my face. Would you like that?

[Freddy looks over his shoulder at Larry. Egging the old man on, this kid.]

[Paws glide down to his hips then grip his thighs to spread them apart. It feels great to be able to man handle him as it is even more so without the eyes of the bird like its onto them. There's a reason why they live alone and don't have guests. No scrutiny. Larry wouldn't mind sharing a room with the comic book crap. It's all proof that he's got a wonderful stray of his own. All of those suits and rings will have great company with jeans, flannel shirts and sneakers. Though when they're in the old man's room it's also a treat, like he took this kid back to his apartment like he had wanted to all those months ago.]

I'd love to see you wear my load on your face, some time. [He rubs the tip of his cock up against Freddy.] Not now though. [Even though the nightstand isn't that far he pulls himself away to stand by it, a little more of a tease as he gets the lube.]

[It's a nice rock and roll fantasy until someone's arc reactor toy gets lost in someone's breast pocket. Though, having it go off at work would be kind of funny in the right situation. Anyway though, there's something different about having Johnny Storm and Tony Stark watching him get fucked that just does it for the kid unlike having a bird watch. That's just weird, he's in agreement with the old bear there.]

Play your cards right. [And Larry will get that privilege. All his talk takes a backseat though when he feels the other man's cock against him. Freddy arches again and hisses only to groan when Mr. White moves away.] Shit...get it in there Larry, real soon. [Cool fingers on him pale in comparison to a hard cock in him.]

Get what in? What do you want?

[Lucky is an easy going fella but will want to know why there'd be a toy in the old man's pocket. Especially when Larry's made it clear he doesn't have kids. That's a tap dance he wouldn't enjoy. As for plowing the kid in the presence of greats in there plastic forms, he wouldn't mind one little bit. They might capture Freddy's fantasies and affections never to the old bear's degree.

He spreads the lube liberally, not using those fingers in any other way.]

I'm an ace at cards. [And playing this kid Freddy. It's his favorite game. Man though he's so damn hard himself and this time he's only got one good round. Better make it count.]

You. [Duh. He knows what the old man is pulling.] You. Get your cock up my ass already.

[It's still not quite the same as begging right? But his back is bowing and his knees are shuffling backward as if he can inch his way onto the old man's fingers without his help. Fat chance but it's worth a try.]

Deal me a hard hand. [Since they're talking in card metaphors.]

Well, okay.

[Like it is as simple and noncommittal. No way, not with how he's panting. Larry's got to give in.]

Name your game. Texas hold 'em? Poker? Black jack?

[The swollen smooth tip brushes right where the kid wants it. He eases then jumps a few inches quickly and keeps it inconsistent from there, shallowly thrusting.]

Then I'll deal.

Oh fuck.

[What Newendyke? That's not a game. His green eyes slide shut for the feeling of penetration back there, not slow but not harsh either. What's Larry asking him? Something about Poker?? The kid shudders then presses his forehead to the mattress, eager to thrust back against the old man, to get him deeper.]

Shit it's your call. [Groan. Clearly Freddy's in no shape or position to think fast.] Christ that's it. [No cherry here.]

[A chuckle rolls and rumbles in his chest. He can cut the kid a break. Larry leans over Freddy, kissing on his shoulder blades.]

I got another game in mind.

[Freddy can get an ear full of real noises made out of physical exertion. Right now just a few grunts and gasps as he's keeping it shallow.]

[He makes another sound, this one closer to a deep sigh of satisfaction for the feeling of Larry's weight on top of him, on top of that kiss to his freckled skin. It's short-lived though because Freddy's still very much aware that Larry is teasing his ass, shallow thrusts that get him almost right but not quite.]

What game--baby.

[He breathes in a shudder, trying to keep his cool. No begging damnit, he won't be made to beg, so Orange tells himself anyway.]

[The very tip of his tongue sits between his lips as he deals a few more kisses.]

Chicken.

[The kid has to know the rest from there. Who is gonna crack first? Now his vocals are more genuine. No losers in this game. Larry is again glad that they chose to take this upstairs, out of sight of the bird. Hopefully out of decent earshot too. He wants this kid to let loose in every meaning of the word.]

I ever tell you how I can't get enough of you?

[Honest words even while the game is going.]

Jerk.

[That's the only word Freddy can muster before he dissolves into grunts and groans again. Fuck that's a tough game he's playing, a different kind of bird. His fingers curl into the sheets, elbows bent because staying up on his hands was getting to be too fucking much. For that second question he just nods his head, splaying floppy blonde hair. Those hips are still trying to push back.]

Oh God. [So much for trying to play this game.] Fuck me, Larry. Fuck the everlovin' shit outta me. Make me fuckin' scream.

[That oughta do it...right?]

What else is new?

[Haha. All bravado in words, he keeps his voice low the strain is still coming through.]

Ain' I [aw fuck, now it's getting hard] ain't I doin' it right now? You're makin' a lotta noise right now.

[Paws clench at Freddy's hips.]

Christ. Fuck.

[Huff huff. Strain. Okay, no more playing Nice Guy Freddy. Especially with those paws clenching his hips. He reaches back to grab at peppering brown hair then growls.]

Put the rest of your fucking dick in my ass, Larry.

[There's still genuine affection intertwined in that outright order. Somehow.]

[The kid has good paws of his own. Way to take charge of the situation. No point in waiting out for a please, he guns his way in all the way to grind.]

That how you like it? [Old bear paws move from his hips to claw up his chest.] Feel me all deep in your ass? That's how I take care of my man. [And how his man takes care of him. Larry is aiming to make it good. He's not seventeen and as far as he understands he never will be again. One way or the other he wants to prove what a wonderful fuck he can be to Freddy Newendyke.

Uh. No this isn't a personal issue.]

Jesus!

[Taken by surprise he lets go of Larry's hair to claw into the mattress again. Yes that's the fucking stuff if the old man couldn't tell by the way Freddy's writhing under him now. He can really fucking feel it.]

Uh huh, I feel you. Fuck I feel you, baby, I fucking love it.

[Okay enough words. Now he's just gasping and grunting, sweating. Volume is of no concern in this household so Freddy's getting fucking loud.]

[Freddy won. Wait. No. Larry did...nevermind. Everyone wins. The prize is in the works. Larry quits only grinding. Here is the real deal, one slam after another.]

Mmmmm. Fuck.

[Yeah, words are overrated now. Any music playing? Is the bird making noise? The old man's gone deaf to anything but the sounds they're making together. He hisses and has to be sure to shut his mouth awhile or else get saliva all fucking over the kid. Man, maybe he over estimated himself. Right as he's striking at Freddy's prostate the old man finds he's coating it with pre-cum.]

[There's no music playing but if one listens closely they might catch the voice of a bird who's trying to mimic another curious sound; from croaking to this higher pitched but not shrill melodic whistle. Whistle whistle. Then back to pecking at fruit. Fortunately Freddy wasn't paying enough attention to notice the toucan trying to mimic his own keening.]

Motherfucker. [Huff huff, more groaning and keening.] You're gonna--wreck me.

[Hey maybe that's the point Newendyke. Hell Dimick there doesn't even have to give him a reach around to get his own dick leaking, but that doesn't last long because as soon as it leaks he fucking comes all over the damn sheets. Writhing and gasping. Hey there's that strangle whistling again.]

[The bird is the farthest thing from Mr. White's mind. Huff. Huff. Huff.]

Come away, baby.

[Damn. That was fast. Then again, you string a poor horny kid along long enough. Larry grinds for all he's worth in the constriction of his ass before blowing his own load completely. Where Freddy is keening, he's moaning. Looks like they won't be sleeping in the old man's bed tonight. If anyone's up for moving at all.]

Aah!

[Repeat that sound a couple more times and you've got one Freddy Newendyke still shuddering to pieces under Lawrence Dimick, even more when he feels that hot load filling him up. Sure it was quick but it was highly concentrated too. Just look at the mess on Larry's sheets for evidence.]

Holy shit. [He huffs, nearly rasping.]

Mmmmm. Good, good shit. [Once he can say words. Soaking in the after glow and sensation he grinds No second round and up for Larry but he's feeling fucking proud of himself. Moving inside of the kid hard or on the other side of the finish line feels great. Shit he's shaking too.]

You can say that again.

[Concentrated, yeah. That's it. Still up top he buries his face against Freddy's neck and longer shaggy hair.]

Fucking beautiful.

[Are those familiar words, Lawrence Dimick? The kid reaches back again, this time to stroke his fingers through Larry's hair instead of grab at it.]

Goddamn, Larry...

[He returns the grinding in kind, loving the feeling of how his cock ensures his load stays where it is. For some people that's practically playing with fire, but since their unspoken decision to remain exclusive wrapping up hasn't been a concern at all.]

[These are words that a handsome man told him when he was younger and didn't have as many miles. One could even say he still had that new car smell. It was last week and years and years away all at once. Count your fucking blessings, Dimick. The kid has hair to hold onto. There's a kid to hold onto his hair too, one he couldn't think to do without anymore.

Threat number one, a certain friend cum therapist seems to know what is up now. The threat is over...Larry hopes.]

Love you, tough guy.

[Murmured like the secret that it is.]

...hope your bird won't mind.

Edited 2011-04-17 08:42 (UTC)

[Well, as far as Freddy's concerned the threat is over, but he didn't exactly sever all ties with the guy either. He just can't brickwall people that way, one of the weaknesses (and strengths) of one Freddy Newendyke. Really though, under Lawrence Dimick, wrapped up in their own mess in their own home, this kid doesn't think there's anything to be afraid of.]

Likewise, cowboy.

[That comes with a pat to the old man's cheek too. A little flippancy takes the serious edge off those words but none of the sincerity. He'll always be sincere about that. Uh, about the bird though. Freddy brings his hand back to rub his own chin.] I'll break it to him gently.

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