log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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?

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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?

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

...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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

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?

[orangetoughguy]

[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?]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

Just like that. Just. Like. That...

[There's a shudder on the last word as he arches under those paws, moving with him as if that's not the only part of the clone he's dealing with. Shit what time is it? Won't the real Larry be home soon? Er, not that Freddy's worried about getting caught, he's not doing anything wrong in the first place, right?]

That's the way. [Uh huh uh huh. He can feel the other man's breath on him. Fingers on his knees curl just a little.]

[whitetwoguns]

Mmmm. [Now this Larry is moving with the kid like it's not just a massage. He can't freaking help it.] S'real good.

[Hard grip with those paws now at his hips. One is creeping forward perhaps with the way he's grinding up against Freddy...or sheer will.

And funny thinking of the Larry, he's riding up the elevator. He said an hour or so didn't he? The man strives to be prompt especially when he left Mr. Orange with the company of a half-wit.]

[orangetoughguy]

Are you gonna put your hand on me, huh? Right there on my dick? You wanna massage that too? You can if you wanna.

[The words just come out. In Larry's paws, clone or original, he just can't freakin' help it. It's like when the old man was just a teenager, something alluring about a Lawrence Dimick's who's innocent as fuck all. It makes Freddy feel like a big man. In moderation it's a-okay, right?

They say animals have some kind of sixth sense and Sam is no exception. He twitches then hops over to a perch closest to the door, waiting for Larry the Original to arrive.]

[whitetwoguns]

Okay, Freddy.

[As though it is entirely based on the kid's wants and needs...because it actually is. Copy Larry has a hard time thinking for himself. That paw traces over the bulge in Freddy's pants before cupping it completely. His mouth moves close to his ear as he speaks.]

So so hard there.

[Ding goes the elevator. The old man, original tried and true, is fishing for his keys. Jingle, jingle and then right on through the door.]

[orangetoughguy]

You gonna loosen me up cowboy--

[Er. Green eyes flash open real wide. Dog in headlights style. For that brief moment Freddy is just frozen in Larry's hands as...Larry walks through the door. Yep. Flutter hop. Sam gives the original Larry an 'awk' of greeting. Actually he's hoping the old man might get him more grapes.]

[whitetwoguns]

[In the entry way he can't see the couch. He's focusing on shutting the door so the bird won't make it's way through. Talk about a problem right there.]

Hey Sam.

[Hanging up his coat.]

Freddy? ...Other Larry?

[The clone blinks right along with Freddy. Does he say hello first? He sighs against the kid's neck. His offending paw stays right where it is.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Hop hop aaand perch. Sam's on Larry's shoulder. If he can't get a grape then maybe he'll get a front row seat to the show that's about to go down.]

Uh, hi Larry.

[Freddy shakes his head. Snap out of it Newendyke--wait you're not doing anything wrong. Chill out man. Okay now his cheeks are flushing.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Staring full on at Freddy, at a hand settled comfortably between his legs is not what he thought would happen when he got home. In spite of himself, he smiles even with his arms folding across his chest.]

Hi Freddy. Havin' fun?

[He lets Sam stay where he is but doesn't indulge the bird. Not while he's soaking this in.]

Hi Larry. Taking care of business? Don't stop because I'm here.

[The clone nods and rubs at Freddy.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh...

[Before Freddy can respond the clone goes back to work, with Larry's blessing. That causes green eyes to widen again incredulously at the original old man before narrowing with a sigh. Oh shit that feels good, Larry watching...Larry manipulate him. Yep, weird.]

Y-yeah. Real fun...

[whitetwoguns]

I take this to mean that you didn't eat.

[A glance over and the albums aren't done.]

So. I take it you missed me?

[Copy Larry stays quiet, listening but maybe because he knows that the original Larry is the boss. The old man is loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.]