orangetoughguy | log post II

[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.]

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.]

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.]

Edited 2011-04-20 04:08 (UTC)

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.]

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.]

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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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...

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.]

N-no. [Come on is he really expected to answer questions in this state??] We got distracted.

[Boss Larry or not, Sam doesn't budge from his perch which might be required if Larry is gonna shrug his shirt off. Maybe though it's best to put the bird back in his cage. This show is rated Bears and Dogs Only.]

Yeah, I missed you. [He's wriggling in the clone's hands now.]

Distracted, huh? Show him any of your movies?

[Probably not given that the TV is off. He steps away to at least put the bird on top of the cage.]

Come on, Sam. In you go. [How did Freddy do it? Oh yeah, showing him the way in and shutting the door. Back he goes. The clone is keeping at the same motion only because it's what feels best so far.]

Buddy, just put it in his pants. He likes that.

[To the clone. Larry is taking off his shirt and eases on the couch to face Freddy. Clearly this the time to get down to business.]

No, didn't get that far. He was just...just givin' me a massage. Right?

[Freddy looks over his shoulder to the clone which inevitably has them bumping faces if Larry's still nuzzling his neck. Sam stalls a bit, twitching and staring like maybe he's testing how far he can push it before Mr. White forces the bird back in the cage. Hmm but there are two of Larry now so hop hop twitch awk and Sam's back in his cage.]

Uh, really?

[He asks this of Larry. Look the idea of it was kinky in theory but now that the original is putting it into practice well Freddy can't help suddenly feeling just a little shy. Shy that he's been caught with his pants down so to speak. Just as Larry there is getting bare chested himself.]

[The clone rubs his back up and down he's not too sure of what to do inside of Freddy's pants but hey. Not hard to figure out. His fingers wrap around him, rubbing which will naturally go to stroking.]

Too much, baby?

[The old man, the original lifts up Freddy's chin to look into his face. He can see the shy in the flush of his face. Brown eyes look from one green to another.]

[And with rubbing and stroking comes a little grinding on Freddy's part. Er, chin tipped up, he feels like fucking putty in bear paws, all four of them.]

What? No, no way.

[There's no such thing as too much Lawrence Dimick, but there is such a thing as too much Ready Freddy the Slut Newendyke...or something. What are you talking about man, he wouldn't be into it if it was gonna make him think any less of you. Right? Green eyes are narrowing over the hand between his thighs. He is way fucking hard now.]

All you gotta do is say the word if you don't like something. I'll fix it.

[And he'll seal this promise with a kiss slow at first then working his way to reserve a place just for him. Copy Larry follows suit, kissing on the freckles at Freddy's back.

Two bear paws, one from each bear, are now in the kid's pants. The old man is showing how the kid likes it best.]

[With a promise and a kiss to seal it like that how can Freddy find something he doesn't like about this? Mouth to the front of him, mouth to the back of him, which set of paws should he take?]

Are you--are you cool with this?

[Okay he's got to ask, only to make sure Larry himself isn't weirded out by...himself.]

Uh huh. I'm okay with this. I can trust him. And...I'm pretty sure he's not carrying anything.

[As far as diseases he means. Clone Larry tilts his head to one side.]

I'm okay with this Freddy.

[There, two consents. Larry pulls down Freddy's pants off of his hips.]

I bet you are.

[He replies though it's unclear if he's talking to Larry or Clone Larry. Fff. Off his pants go exposing a rather prominent erection under Captain America's shield. No they didn't come from the boys aisle either, apparently comics are cool enough in the 21st century to make man panties for profit.]

So...what're you gonna do to me? [May as well ask, right?]

Give you a hell of a work out. You got two cocks to work with.

[Oh yeah. It's on right now. Clone Larry can't see the specialized underwear. However he is stroking him properly in there.]

Why don't we get everything off of you.

[That's a cue to the double. He pulls away.]

Freddy, I'm gonna take everything off. [Says the clone unnecessarily.]

Uh huh. Well I got my ways.

[Freddy says, sounding like a big man again. Kinda. With two of him on hand Larry kind of already has the upper hand to begin with. Green eyes glance aside once more. Oh right, the clone is the type to spell out things, which Freddy doesn't mind really. It's kind of endearing.]

Take everything away, Larry. You don't gotta be too careful either.

[Just don't rip anything. How do you like them apples, Dimick? He's got an eye on the original too to see his reaction to the way the kid reacts to the clone.]

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