orangetoughguy | log post II

[Feeling that heat blow right inside him causes another small round of writhing and groaning from the kid. Green eyes are off that apartment (actually they have been since he came) to fall on Lawrence Dimick.]

Shit, Larry. You feel better leaving it all up inside me? [Fingers curl into his peppering brown hair to hold them forehead to forehead. Rabbit litter making at its finest. He tilts his chin up to steal a somewhat sloppy kiss.] Feels like you're tryin' to knock me up.

[The kid wets his lips. Sue him for talking a little nasty over Boy George. They have a balance between sweet and dirty to strike here.]

[Freddy won't writhe alone. Larry can't help it as he's flowing in the sensation. His mouth hangs open to breathe. He sure can kiss can't he? It takes his breath away in more ways than one. At first he can't speak to reply to those filthy, beautiful words so he nods and leans into the touch on his head.]

So much [pant pant] better. [Knock him up? Laughter rumbles out and it makes his gut shake. They aren't using any protection. At this rate, this often the kid is dead on. Okay, Dimick. See if you can laugh, kiss and breathe.]

I don't feel good without givin' what's owed to you. [A kiss could help wet Freddy's lips more.] Got so much in there, I woulda thought we'd succeed by now. Should we keep on trying?

[Just the way the old man shifts a little sends a shiver up and down Freddy's spine because they're still stuck together. Everything is so fucking sensitive to the touch. Another huff of breath against that mouth and the kid is laughing too.]

You carry your own weight around, I trust you to put in for half the mess you make..

[Like for child support and stuff. It's okay to laugh at it only because it'll never fucking happen thank Christ. Well, barring a curse, oh shit never even think about it Newendyke, just don't bother, don't fuckin' jinx it. Rubbing dirty blonde hair to brown hair now he shakes his head.]

Fuck that's a tight fit. [He means the car but other things can apply too.] Is your job done?

[Mmmmm. Being stuck together cooling after a good lay and sucking face isn't a poor ending.]

I put in, don't I? [Dirty talk only breeds more dirty talk. At least something's breeding.] Bout the same as I wanna get on out of it. [Mr. White, hardened criminal is surprisingly a giver at heart. He keeps on giving to Mr. Orange.] ...You'll get your turn. [For support. For his turn to bend over.]

Sure is. One for the books. [Other things. Come on, it's the dirty talk that's got him.]

Job's all done, tough guy. I'm all yours. [Without distractions or sharing because of the job, or the bird, or some so called friend. Paws smooth down his chest and empty cock for a moment making it flat against Freddy's belly then to his thighs easing his legs down.]

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Yeah yeah, you talk big. [Fingers run through that hair, combing affectionately. Is that Sinnead shedding two tears on the radio?] I don't really feel like going anywhere now. I'm a fuckin' mess.

[He says like Larry ought to know better but he also says it proudly too. Mmm another low sound for the paw rubbing down his body. Careful tough guy, rub it just right and his dick might wake up again. The sound he makes for his legs coming down is more like relief after a good stretch.]

When do you gotta take the car back? [Freddy asks while shifting again, getting more relaxed so Larry can pull out with ease.]

[That it is. For being a woman without any hair she's got a china doll face.] Here's a good place. [How can he not grind against him to emphasize. Yeah, he's spent but this has been incredible. Those hands touching his face seem to seal the calm.]

You're not a mess. In fact you look pretty fuckin' fine if I do say so myself.

[There's a bunch of proud in here. He rests his hands on the tops of his thighs now that they're not in the atmosphere anymore. Hands off the dick, he's got it. Though he'll gladly help out if it comes on back into action. For now though, he's gotta move on out. His breath hitches. Freddy was right, tight fucking fit. There we go. This doesn't mean that he has to vacate his lap.]

Tomorrow evening. I promised I'd get it detailed too. So you and me could take it out for lunch.

[If he wanted to. Hey, that's an outing out of the apartment...and the bird. Always a man with some kind of a plan. Face to face he kisses the kid's chin and the tip of his nose before going long, deep and slow on his mouth.]

You've already fucked me, you don't need to lay on the flattery.

[That's a joke, Lawrence Dimick. He ought to know Freddy enjoys his gentleman manner but he's not gonna act ladylike about it. Those paws are so fucking soothing though he's got to sigh low and steady before groaning when the other man pulls out. Separated, his legs come down to rest limply on the seats. They make room for Larry to stay where he is too.]

That sounds nice. [Kiss.] Lunch out in a coupe. [Another kiss. Longer. Deeper. Breathe.] Think Sam sticks his head out the window like a dog?

Oh yeah. That's right. I about forgot.

[There's a light shove as though physical contact isn't wanted or needed before plunging back into his mouth.]

Mmm? ...you'd want to bring the bird along?

[Be cool, Dimick. Be cool. Freddy likes the bird. That's how it goes. There's time to recover.]

Oof--mmph... [That's a pleased sound in case you're wondering, Mr. White.] Rusty memory.

[Freddy licks his lips which probably includes licking Larry's too.] Why not? Let'im get outta the place too. Once in a while don't hurt.

[A pause as the kid considers. The old man doesn't sound as enthusiastic] We can get the car detailed after in case he makes a mess.

[There should be more sounds like that.]

Wouldn't he fly away or something? [Hate for you to lose him sounds like it would be over the top. Already he feels as though it's too much. Larry can't just let it go either.] I dunno. I like it with just us.

[Should be easy to take, right? Right? At least there's no third wheel to give lip in this situation like a certain former friend. Or something. Right?]

I took him out to lunch before, he didn't go anywhere.

[But Freddy's getting the feeling it's not just concern for the bird, Larry doesn't want the bird to come along at all. Ah there we go, I like it with just us. The kid smiles a little, it don't bother him that Mr. White prefers time for just two. Seems fair. As long as it isn't something personal against the toucan...is it?]

He don't bother you does he?

[Have a kiss to your jaw, old man, cause this kid wants to believe the answer is no.]

[The mental picture of Freddy in public with the parrot on his shoulder should not be in the City. It should be on vacation on a beach on an island. How conspicuous is guy without a name with a parrot anyway? The texture of his lips on his jaw makes him feel guilty. Don't bullshit, Mr. White.]

I'm beginning to think that I'm not a bird person.

[Perfectly acceptable statement. He should ease into it. At least it isn't a shocking revelation about his identity.]

[Another brush of his mouth to that jaw before the kid tilts his head back just enough to get a look at Larry. He's being honest isn't he? Don't kid about the identity thing either, that's a whole different ball game compared to not being a bird person.]

You don't like Sam?

[For how long? The bird's been with them for over a week. Has Larry been holding it in since Day 1? Has Sam done something to get on his nerves? Has Freddy? Is it the noise? The space? The money? The kid's never had a real pet to call his own before, much less a pet in a place he calls home with someone else who isn't family.]

[The old man looks back into his face. There shouldn't be too much to ask to talk it out mano y mano.]

Now, I don't hate the guy. He hasn't done me any wrong. [Let's put that out there right now.] I just don't like him as well as you do.

[Enough to want to see him all the time, every day. Hear those noises.]

[Oh. Well that's not so bad. The kid shrugs.]

That's okay. I like a lotta things you don't like as well. [Or like at all really. Those fox dog paws rub over the old bear's back.] You don't like him well enough to take him out for a car ride?

[It's not a trick question, Lawrence Dimick. Would Freddy Newendyke trick you when he's resting under you well fucked?]

[It's the lingering heat in here that's making him sweat. Larry stretches away to roll down the opposite window a crack.]

Yeah? Like what? [Can't all be pin-ups and the crime... can it?]

Not the company car. It's not anyone's toilet. [Though a portable boudoir that's different. Bear paws rub at his knee. The bird can use their floor, their couch, their chairs, living room, bathroom, bedroom... Just not the car. Let there be some safe grounds.]

Arc reactors.

[He'll be happily impressed if Larry remembers what those are. Green eyes are still watching from down here, reading the old man's body language. He's holding back, but from what Freddy's not quite sure. He's hoping it's not from saying I want you to give up the bird.]

Okay okay, I got it. Not in the company car.

[The kid relents easily, nothing doing. Jeopardizing Larry's work is something he'll avoid when possible. Obviously tonight they avoided no such thing.] But you don't have a problem with Sam do you? Cause you can tell me if you do. I won't get mad.

[Those are strange words between them, the last ones.]

Not gonna lie, kid. I don't know what that is really other than it lights on up.

[Disappointment can start now at least with the arc reactor. No, he is not going ask the kid give up the bird or make it as big of a deal...which in turn may be making a deal. He can feel those eyes on him, taking note and looking for clues like a good cop would.]

I think it's dirty enough anyway.

[No one's feces. That's crossing the line. Like this conversation. Larry knows better than to shy away now that he's pulled into the gravitational pull.]

Somethin' about that bird. He's everywhere. All the time. He can't sit still, he can't fetch. And I dunno if you noticed but he gets pretty damn loud.

[Before they hit the air Dimick is convinced he cannot be angry with these words. No jealousy or accusations.]

It's Iron Man's power source. [Just for Larry's information in case he ever needs it, one never knows. As for the bird, well, that sort of surprises Freddy. He's still laying comfortably along the backseat of the car, under an old man's weight unless Larry has to sit up to carry on this conversation.]

He lives at home. [That's why he's everywhere, so his tone implies.] I know he's not a dog but he's cool. I bet I can teach him to fetch.

[For fuck's sake Newendyke you sound like a kid, like a kid trying to convince mom and dad the pet he wants to keep isn't worthless and he's gonna prove it by being solely responsible for the beast.] Maybe draping a curtain around the cage can drown him out. He just wants to hang out, he likes being around people.

[Much like a certain other floppy haired dog.]

Battery? [No, he's not gonna unnecessarily shift or stiffen. We're cool. Fuckin' super cool in here. Everything's fine. Hopefully. The radio is now playing some girl group covering Simon and Garfunkel.]

Roams everywhere. [Getting in everything. Larry spreads his hands. No singular event or one thing that demonizes the bird.]

No. Get it right. He likes being around you the most. You and me, we go in some other room and he tries to break some sound barrier. I go about my business in some other room, nothin'. Hardly a peep.

[An exaggeration for a generally vocal bird.]

[Freddy opens his mouth like he's gonna say something about the roaming toucan then he stops because Larry introduces another argument. Get it right? The kid looks kinda offended by that remark (because it's true), as if he hasn't tried to get Sam to warm up to the old man and vice versa.]

He's not that loud.

[Freddy's music on certain mornings is definitely louder. He's sitting up now but not rushing to get his pants on.] So what do you want me to do, get rid of him? You paid off his cage.

[Not to point fingers or anything of course.]

[Okay. Show's over. This was the exact opposite of what it was supposed to go down after the great fucking. Larry takes a grip on Freddy's shoulder even as he's scooting aside.]

I didn't say anything of the sort. Keep your shirt on.

[Like it has been the whole time.]

You're his owner. He likes you best. [And the old man could do without him but he'll be damned if he's gonna say it out loud right now.

Paid for the cage? Yeah. Big deal. It's what the old man does.]

[The grip to his shoulder makes Freddy pause, looking up with eyes that are slightly cooler than the typical caramel apple. It isn't just about the bird, the kid curses his own short sightedness. Would Larry be more at ease with Sam if the bird liked hanging out with both of them? Judging from the way he introduced the toucan to Lawrence Dimick, Freddy figured Sam leaving him alone was ideal.]

Yeah, well. Maybe I saved him from getting stuffed or somethin'.

[Freddy shrugs, inadvertently giving away his want for being some stupid animal's hero. But come on, doesn't anyone question a guy trading in a pet for a car? How can the kid not feel a little guilty spending time with the bird now? Taking the toucan to work, tossing him grapes, just petting him while the TV is on. Larry doesn't not have a problem with the toucan, he just can't put his finger on what. That's what Freddy thinks.]

You don't think I'm spendin' more time with the bird than I am with you, do you? [Honestly?]

[They should ban the words don't get mad from all future conversations. All of them. That spearmint of a cool look that clear takes the old man by surprise. He knew Freddy was hung up on Sam, just goes to show how much. Chances are he was a hero to that bird. Fresh fruit is expensive. The same goes for the cage, for a person who can't pay for a car it wouldn't end well at all.]

I think he knows that or something. He really took to liking you from the beginning. [Larry knows the feeling. This as to be a salvageable night.]

...I can't go to work with you. [Sigh. He goes for a Chesterfield.] Other than that, I guess not know. Not really.

[That'd be a good idea, not that Freddy's the suspicious sort, but really let the record speak for itself. He's scooting to get his pants on anyway because they can't lay naked on the backseat for the rest of the night, the guys doing the detail might pick up on a double load instead of one. Oh but the way the old man says that Freddy just has to look at him. Green eyes are warming up all over again.]

Not all the time.

[He counters, something of a hidden invitation for Larry to visit him at work. The kid's not too sure if the other way around is possible, a floppy haired young guy making nice with casino security? And after what they did to him when they first made contact? Freddy hasn't forgotten Mamba's the one whose men dragged him off the street. Lucky seems like a straight up kind of guy now but Freddy ought to leave that shit to the pros, a pro like Mr. White. He's not undercover anymore.] Hey.

[I'm sorry. For what? Freddy doesn't really fucking know, but he leans over to kiss the corner of that mouth around a Chesterfield.]

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