orangetoughguy | log post II

Now you get to relax.

[Larry keeps on the same foot, and he scoots forward while sitting on the coffee table to prop the foot up on his shoulder to focus on the calf.]

Thank you. I was hoping that I would be okay. Do you think it will help on your back when I'm done with your other foot, Freddy? I want you to feel good.

[Whoa. That foot hoisted up brings a slight flush of color to Freddy's face.] Uh. Uh yeah. Yeah that would be nice, if you're not too busy. I feel pretty good.

[Oh shit he's good with his hands. Freddy tilts his chin up to make more noises. If he were a toucan he'd be croaking.] Where'd you learn to do this man?

I am busy helping you but no other way right now.

[These noises are good noises. He swallows and starts to feel the effect of them. Oh. Larry did say that Freddy was wonderful. He wasn't lying. Gulp.]

Larry used to massage a lady's feet. And then his wrestling friends then they would massage him too. I don't remember their names. Sorry.

[Leg is hoisted a little higher now so he can get on the muscles above the knee.]

Am I doing okay? [In case if those noises are not good ones...even though they're making Larry feel good.]

A lady huh? Well I'm no lady so you can work a little harder...if you wanna.

[A shift on the couch, getting more comfortable even as his leg gets hoisted up into an even more compromising position. But damn it feels so good. As for those wrestling friends, maybe he'll have to ask Larry about that. But later. Now time is devoted to getting a great massage from the copy whose hands work just as good as the original.]

Oh you're doing fine, Larry. You're loosenin' me up real nice. [Freddy couldn't resist the wording.]

I'll do it harder so then you can be more loose.

[Drifting right on over his head even in his gradual state of arousal. Just that effect you have on the man, Freddy copy or no copy. He gently sets that leg down.]

Now onto the other.

[Starting at the foot just as before.]

Does Larry do this all the time, Freddy? You really seem to like it.

That'd be nice. I sure as hell ain't gonna say no.

[He's noticed how the innuendo goes right over his pepper-brown head and Freddy can't decide if that's hilarious or horrifying. And yet here he lies, still getting those paws to knead and knead his muscles. Hm, thinking on that question he's got to answer honestly.]

Sometimes, not all the time. Only when I ask you know? I do it too, I get my hands on him when he's uptight and kinda tense. Get him to loosen up.

[Tok tok, flutter. Sam is completely involved in retrieving those grapes from his improvised bird kong.]

I think he would like this very much.

[Because it's Freddy. And because this sure is a lot of touching. Oh. That must be why it is so good. Paws work those muscles of his foot and calf harder.]

....this is a very personal way of touching.

[There's a hamster in the wheel, honest.]

That's why only you're allowed to do it. [He points at the bear who could fit in a circus wheel. Maybe.] I wouldn't let anyone else touch me, just Larry.

[And Larry.] Oh keep doing that, keep working under there.

[He smiles and looks down at his hands the way they're working closer up to his thigh bit by bit. Feels good there too beneath his fingers.]

I like hearing that.

[Heavy, happy sigh as he tilts his head against that leg that is nearly over his shoulder.]

[This is getting real real warm. Freddy looks up at Larry, noting the positioning of his leg and how if this were the original Larry well there'd be some other massaging going on.]

What else do you like hearing?

Um.

[He's not blushing, that's not what a grown Dimick however cloned and flawed is. However the question strikes him utterly dumb.]

I like you.

[That's not hearing though, and he's reached the end of the line as far as acceptable places to massage.]

Well I like you too, Larry.

[He's got to smile, and feeling the end of the line there, Freddy sits up. Well, as much as he can with his leg supposedly still hoisted up.]

Wanna work on my back now?

Yes, yes I would please.

[More to do would mean that he doesn't have to think that much on hard decisions. He lets that leg slip off of his shoulder and set it on the floor.]

I'm doing what I'm supposed to, right Freddy?

[Not that this feels bad, he's not sure if it's his own feelings spilling over that makes this feel like just not enough.]

Oh yeah trust me, Larry won't mind. Technically you're him too so it's not like I got some other guy's hands on me.

[Should Freddy feel like a fiend for saying that? He gets to his feet now to peel his shirt off. First the thin flannel, then the t-shirt. Have a bare chested Newendyke standing before you, Copy Larry.]

How do you want me?

[Brown eyes blink and roam up over his chest to his face and back on down again.]

I'm gonna sit down on the couch and you can sit with your back to me.

[For a back massage.]

You look great with no clothes. It makes me want to touch you more.

[And Larry probably gets to see him like that all of the time.]

Okay. I'll sit in your lap, kinda. Between the knees.

[For a back massage. He situates himself properly in this case.]

I'll bet you look great too. Take yours off if you wanna. You're gonna get to touch me all you want either way. Do you need like oil and lotion or whatever?

[Freddy's smirking silly-like on the inside, because this is just too good to be true.]

...that sounds wonderful.

[The more touching the where they'll be touching. Oh yeah. Larry unbuttons his borrowed shirt.]

Maybe some lotion would be good.

[Gears are turning slowly but surely.]

You and Larry sleep together.

[This is a realization, not the usual stating of the obvious. Oh. That would make why this is all okay.]

[Uh. That question surprises him. Like, only because, well, it's Larry, wouldn't the clone know this kind of thing? Right, well anyway, he's not gonna back down from this massage session. Would Larry back down if this were him and a Clone Freddy? He doesn't think so.]

Yeah, we do. We live together, eat together, sleep together, sometimes we shower together.

It makes things make more sense.

[The funny feelings, the way that Larry said that Freddy has to be kept happy... Paws are ready to roam once he's retrieved the lotion.]

Because I'm starting to feel different the more I massage you.

What kinda different?

[This is dangerous territory, Newendyke. Who knows what a clone's capable of, who knows what Larry's capable of when he comes home. Oh come on, it's just a massage. Would Larry give a guy so many responsibilities if he didn't trust him? And besides, Sam likes him. Hands go to settle loosely on the clone's knees.]

My body is ready.

Like.... [He's thinking of the right word. Maybe sitting up against him will give Freddy a greater idea of what he means.] I wanna sleep with you too. That's not on the list though.

[Lotion in the hands so they can rub up on his back and shoulders.]

...is it?

[The closer contact definitely gives the kid a better idea. He doesn't move away or shift aside or anything from the old man even though he's really not the old man.]

I'd have to ask Larry but if you do a real good job right here I dunno how he can say no.

[Yes you do, Newendyke, cause this would be just straight up weird. Then again isn't Lawrence Dimick a rich source of crazy sordid stories ranging from Florida to Mexico?]

I will do a very good job. [Hands all the way down his back on either side of his spine going even as far as his rump. Could be muscle memory that gets the old man copy acting as he does. He's not privy to all the smarts. Chances are not all of the emotions either just getting the big, important emotions that matter.]

As long as you feel good.

[This will no doubt be another Lawrence Dimick sordid story.]

I feel real good baby.

[Oops, that's usually reserved for Larry, but this is Larry and those paws moving over his back feel just like Larry so who can really blame the kid for reacting to him as if he were Lawrence Dimick himself??]

You can do it a little harder there.

[Tok tok. Sam's somehow managed to hop onto the pool table where he continues to pick out grapes.]

[Copy Larry rests his head on Freddy's shoulder and now and then nuzzles because damn, Freddy feels good, smells good too.]

Harder like this?

[There's extra pressure to his fingers as they knead.]

That the way you like it?

[How can a bear not start to pant... because he is.]

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