orangetoughguy | log post II

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.]

[How reliable can it be for a one night stakeout? Though this would be very contradictory to Larry regarding Freddy and his therapist friend. Fuck let's not think of him right now... He tilts his head against the kids.]

Lucky would say so except our fun isn't in the same way.

[The physical contact, the fucking naturally.]

We take turns workin' over the crowd, taking turns being the hard ass and the nice guy. [Some altered version of good cop, bad cop.] Or we shoot the shit. He turned down this job, said if the old lady was a cheatin' heart she'd be smart about it. And one night won't solve anything. Figured I'd do it to keep the boss happy, get the overtime.

That's called. [Breathe.] Good cop, bad cop.

[Says the cop so he knows what he's talking about. Hands on Larry's shoulders again rub down his firm biceps to his elbows, over his torso, hold up Newendyke what happened to cooling it?? Those hands go back up to stroking through Larry's hair.]

And get the company car.

Oh yeah. There are other cops besides you. [He'll leave what kind of a cop to be determined by the kid. Mmm those touches here and there though get him to wiggle his fingers against the form under the denim.]

Guilty as charged. I'm tellin' you. I couldn't say no.

[Bet that sounds familiar, huh kid?]

Hey. Look.

[Up the street there's a lady turning up her collar to the light wind. She's a blonde, kinda got a Barbie doll of old look to her except she's not nearly as tall or as busty. No hurry to her walk because she's finishing her cigarette.]

There she is.

[He takes a nip of the kid's ear as if to remind him how soon.]

No other cop you like more.

[Maybe no other cop Larry likes period but that's besides the point. He smirks between another kiss for that guilty remark because it sure does sound familiar. What would Freddy do without one Lawrence Dimick? Just when he's about to go for another kiss though the mark shows up. Green eyes glance aside to the lovely lady. That is quaint elegance he wasn't expecting.]

That's Mamba's?

[No fucking way. Oh that nip is nice. Right. He's gonna take him in a way so they can both wait and see if Barbie decides to suck on another cigarette or a man's pipe.]

Damn right.

[Once he's known Freddy this much why bother with another cop? There is no way in hell Lawrence Dimick could care about a cop more than he cares about this one. And it isn't limited to how this cop arrests his mouth. No way.]

Uh huh. That right there is Mamba's. I know she's hidin' something if she's okay with a fella like him. Too good to be true. I don't think it's a boyfriend on the side. That's expected.

[Oh look. Barbie's got a call from her network device.]

...Wanna get in the back, baby? Hmm?

[That paw at Freddy's crotch is moving again.]

[Could be a girlfriend, not that Freddy's one to think about things like this. Heck no. He's more interested in that suggestion instead.]

One second.

[With a mischievous smile the kid is pushing those paws away and off him to scramble into the backseat. He does this fairly well, no it doesn't have everything to do with his size. Freddy Newendyke is just sort of slippery and agile in general. Larry saw how he spun and spun and writhed in the backseat before. Shit backseats conjure up all kinds of memories...the one they make tonight won't be a bloody one.]

[Larry's not so sure. The pretty ones rarely go for that kind of a thing. Pretty ones he's known in his time that is. He spares a glance at Freddy in the rear view then to Barbie.]

Ready?

[For him to get in the backseat he means. It hasn't hit him yet what kind of memories would spring out of this, not off the top of his head. Don't call him insensitive. His brain is split into two right now--business and pleasure.]

Keep an eye open. I'm comin' in.

[This car is so much more roomy than their set of wheels. There's far more room to work with. Luxuries galore right here.]

I'm watching I'm watching.

[And ready. He waves a dismissive hand at the old man while his eyes stick to the blonde beauty. Hey from here he can see the space just under the rear windshield.]

Sam could fit right here. [Albeit uncomfortably for a toucan.]

[The climb isn't as easy for the ol' bear but he manages with the best ease he can. Slump. Phew. Larry loosens his tie.]

Don't think he'd have as much of a good time.

[Sam? Here? Now? No thanks.

Brown eyes are at the ready too. He's got the right materials in his coat pocket too. Now that they're both in the back seat, Larry undoes his belt and undoes his fly. Since Freddy is playing eyes now, he'll go ahead and help him too.]

He's a good watch bird.

[As in the kind to make a racket if someone makes a sudden move. Not ideal for this stake out.

Oh right, Larry's in the suit too. Fuck that's beautiful. His gaze flicks over to those hands working his own clothes, tie and belt loosened. He licks his lips...the old man's gonna keep them on isn't he? That'd be the most efficient way to do this. Somehow the thought of their clothes staying on in this car under this dark shadow makes Freddy feel harder and harder. Oh okay, eyes are back to business. He lifts his hips up to make work easier for Larry.]

Still nothing on--[Breathe. Huff.] Barbie's end.

[That's her codename now. Ms. Barbie under the vigilant watch of Mr. Orange and Mr. White.]

Kinda obvious though, wouldn't you think?

[Though they have a dark enough side of the street. Look what's about to go down, Dimick. What's a tropical bird in the mix?

Now that he's got Freddy's pants open he works that bulge through cotton, only a little before reaching on in. His thick fingers wrap around him.]

I see something that's for sure.

[Fuck is that hard. What a fucking cool kid Freddy Newendyke is waiting like it's nothing. The old man is hard too but the kid wasn't full on touching.]

She still yapping on her phone? [Typical women. Late and talking. Hey, he's not warm on em at the moment so he can think things like that.]

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He can wear one of your socks.

[Over his big bright nose. Maybe. It's a joke old man don't sweat it the kid doesn't really want to bring the bird out on a stake out. What if Sam got hurt? Anyway, fingers on him are cause for a bit of noise-making himself. First there's the shock of it--BAM--right between the thighs. Freddy gasps deep. So much for being a cool kid.]

Uh-uh huh. Yeah she is.

[Another huff followed by a groan. What Freddy lacked in full on touching Larry he'll make up for it by coaxing his cock with his voice.] What're you gonna do?

Do I have socks big enough?

[On a bill like that? His feet aren't that big. They're sizable, enough to contend his cock or so he believes. No complaints yet. Speaking of which, it does stir with the power of Freddy's voice.]

Keep watchin' her. Because I'm gonna fuck your ass. Tell me what you want and how you want it. Want my fingers or you wanna dive on in?

[He's slowly peeling down his jeans and briefs too. Leaning this close he can take a nip at the kid's neck. And he's watching Barbie beyond. That's part of the game now. Neither of them are blind but they're not gonna look away.]

They're--pretty big. [He manages to shrug out with regards to a sock fitting Sam like a mask would a thief. Idle chatter really, almost as idle as Barbie's phone conversation.] I am watching her.

[Not that's not frustration for having to be reminded of the job at stake, that's the struggle between his brain and his body. He wants to look at Larry so bad but in blinding himself to what the old man is doing everything, every touch, feels emphasized.] Do whatever it fuckin' takes, Larry. Think I can make heel marks on the roof of the guy's car? [Rhetorical question, unless Larry really can get his legs that high...] Dive in.

[In his mind the kid's already concluded next time he's gonna throw Lawrence Dimick over the pool table, or a chair, or those things that bring the bowling balls back to you, for making him feel like such a prime piece of ass. Which he is, but it's the pretense of just being a prime piece of ass that gets to him. Freddy loves it.]

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