orangetoughguy | log post II

[That gets a snort out of the kid.]

You're on dame duty?

[Snort snort. Snicker. Okay there's a short laugh. It's a combination of a security/enforcer of sorts having to play private eye for a fellow and Freddy's own relief that this job isn't going to be a violent affair. He should know better, Larry wouldn't take him out on a job like that, right? Does Larry even have jobs like that??]

[Damn right Larry knows better than to bring Freddy along for a violent act. That's asking for trouble, not to mention putting the kid in danger from participation. Who knows who would see him? God forbid nothing go wrong.]

Don't laugh. It's a privilege. I get the car, I get to see whatever I see for free...at least that's the theory. Chances are we won't see shit so I'll get paid for spending time with you and this lady here.

[He taps the dash.]

[Whoa wait a second. He twitches in his seat then commences staring at Larry again.] So...you want to see a show? I mean come on, I know he's just your boss and all but that's cold, man.

[Obviously it's a joke. Another smile and Freddy's able to get comfortable with this situation.] I gotta say it's not a bad proposition, mister. I don't regret hopping in.

Oh I know he's my boss, and my boss knows I'm a very committed man.

[How can he not crow one way or the other about the good life during after hours. How about we leave it at that? Huh?]

That good of a ride already?

[The car he means.]

I'm not complaining. [Freddy gives that paw another pat pat of praise.] What neighborhood is she in?

[He's getting a cigarette out. Nothing like smoking in a classic, unless the boss says no smoking in it oops.]

Good. Or else I'll have to really pull out all the stops to make this a good trip.

[Who says he won't anyway?]

Kinda near the neighborhood we used to live. We better lock the doors just in case.

[Rolling along in the coupe on a cool spring night, it's begging for a smoke. The radio is playing low.]

Who says you won't anyway? You got a lotta temptation on your hands. [Puff puff, smoke ring making Newendyke. Hearing that evokes another laugh from the kid.]

Either she's in a bad way or she's found a working man who knows what's going on under her hood.

Now that you mention it, I do. I found a good looking man who decided to hitch a ride. [That hand creeps up a few inches and stays there to savor the ground covered. If he wanted to,he could stretch his fingers to rub at the fly of his pants. They got a whole stake out to sit through, why rush?]

I want to hope it's the second.

[Because people on the low end of the totem pole don't always dig for gold.]

[Freddy stiffens in his seat--not that way but to better balance the pressure between hand and body to avoid prematurely becoming that way. They got a whole stake out to sit through, why rush?]

You gonna play judge and jury, tough guy? [But not executioner please.]

[He can stiffen that way if he wants however he'll have to literally sit tight until he can handle it. Just in case though his hand will lighten up.]

Nope. Just the eyes. Boss gets all the calls. I appreciate another set of peepers just in case.

How do you want me? [A pause.] I mean on the watch.

[Another pause. Good thing that paw lightened up.] I mean watching what?

The building. I scoped out the right kinda place we can see the walk way right up to the entrance to the place.

[The phrasing, boy this kid. Shit. He loves it. Larry is tempted to pull over and start on his other kind of a joy ride. Now is not the time.]

We also got a view of the window to her hallway. Not the apartment. So I figure, we watch her go in. We watch the door awhile.

[That sound easy enough to Freddy? Otherwise well, fuck. Poor kid could sleep in the back seat if he truly wanted to. They got music at least. What's this? Is Prince coming on?]

[One wonders if bringing the kid along was such a good idea after all. At least good for Mamba's business. Relaxing a little again he taps ash out a window crack.]

Sounds simple enough, boss, I can do that.

[Hell he did similar stints on the job back home, it'll be like sitting in a squad car all over again, except the car is a fucking beauty and his partner is fucking Lawrence Dimick.]

[The old man's admitted to himself that it isn't the most wise of ideas but he has done more stupid deeds. Besides, the pleasure and amusement out weighs the threat--which again he assures himself is not great.]

Smart man. I knew I could count on you.

[And lo! Here they are at the stakeout. The beauty of a car rolls to a parking space.]

I'm a reliable kind of guy.

[A shrug goes here and then it's their stop. Freddy puts his cigarette out on the curb if an ashtray isn't available but in both cases he's still as discrete as ever. Sealed up inside the American Classic again, he looks at Larry. Almost like he's just staring at the old man, which he is.]

Oh I know it.

[Sweet ride that it is the break goes on and the engine turns off simple as pie. Beautiful piece of machinery... honestly, how could he not share? The music stays on, except he turns it down low. Prince is singing about a kiss. He feels those eyes on him now. The lady of the evening isn't in. They've got a window of time.]

Penny for your thoughts, cowboy.

You know you don't have to be cool to rule my world.

[He remarks over that smooth demeanor Lawrence Dimick seems to exude. Freddy's leaning over in his seat towards Larry...ready to test the space in the back.]

I figure it's a plus.

[It's hard not to smile as wide has he does. His arm migrates from Freddy's lap to slide over the back of the seat they share. There's more shade on his side, prime location with maximum shadows.]

Though you should know I just want your extra time...

[He too can lean on in, now that he's not driving he can use that hand as needed. Oh yeah they'll get to the backseat.]

[The response shouldn't come as a surprise at all, should it? The kid's leaning further into the shadows.]

And your...

[Cue the guitar riff and instead of saying the word Freddy reaches over to pull Larry's face into a firm kiss.]

[Just what he was waiting for. Those kisses are addicting, once he's had one he wants so much more. His hand goes right between his thighs because they can in the dark in this car. It's a time machine back to when this was the only way he would get anywhere with a girl....in more ways than once.

And in spite of this he's got one eye on the well lit apartment entry way across the street.]

Mmm.

[Likewise Freddy's taken back to a time when he envied boys with nice cars, boys with nice cars who would take nice (or not so nice) girls in them. Back then he believed he wanted to be that too cool dude because believing he could never be that cool dude was a lot easier than believing he could never be with that cool dude. But look at Freddy Newendyke now. He spreads his knees as much as he can in the seat while his tongue probes Larry's mouth.]

[Nothing like that mouth and those lips. He welcomes that tongue gladly.

Look at Freddy Newendyke now indeed. It's easy to super impose him into older memories. They're at the drive-in planning to run the bases as far as they dare with another car right there. Except there's no movie outside, only the street and the apartment. Still nothin' out there.

And believe it, Dimick is checking even while allowing himself to be subjected to that tongue as frequently as he remembers.]

Pretty baby.

[Crazy to believe it'll be a year in the summer. Even crazier to believe how far they've come from complete strangers. It still is a blow to the mind. Now they've got an apartment, and a bird. A noisy bird that is worth escaping from. Though to be honest, it isn't all about the bird. He wants some time with the kid outside of the apartment fresh with clone business. Call this a pallet cleaner. Freddy is worth it.

And...work. Fuck.

That paw between those spreading knees cups and rubs. They got a mind of their own. Didn't he say he wanted two eyes.]

I'm... uh...gettin' ahead of myself.

[May as well spill it when he gets the chance. Fuck.]

[He breathes out the side of his mouth.] Oh shit.

[He sure is, Freddy can fucking feel it. His knees come together, sort of trapping that paw there to maintain contact without taking it further. Or you know, too far for the job at hand. Breathe Newendyke, you can be a professional too.]

It's cool, let's cool it.

[What are you saying you idiot at least get a blowjob out of it. No no, get the job done first. At least they've come far enough having to hold out is an understandable request instead of potential rejection, neither are they seeing other people. Hell how long are they supposed to be out on this? Until her lights go out? That's exactly what a cheating woman would do to keep her boyfriend on the down low; kill the lights.]

Super motherfuckin' cool.

[Breathe, man, breathe. That's all you can do right now. A thick swallow and he keeps that hand right where it is. Is it Freddy that's throbbing like that or is hand? Hard to tell.]

Sorry, there.

[He gulps another big ol' breath. Yeah, no hard feelings but he'll still apologize. No need to be greedy.]

We wait to see the bitch go in, then from the back seat watch the hallway. I'll take you so you can see. Get it?

[Yeah. Priorities have set in entirely. Freddy makes him crazy.]

[Could be both which just makes it an even more explosive situation. Mind, not that Freddy is complaining, he's just concerned for Larry's accountability and integrity as a man in Mamba's confidence. Nevermind that the boss is a crook because if there's one thing he's always admired about Larry it's his code of honor, even among thieves.]

Okay. Okay. [Breathe.] Got it.

[Maybe that's what makes it so easy to just concede to Larry's arrangement; his honor, integrity, and the absolute trust he has in his partner.] Is working with you always this fun?

[Valid question.]

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