orangetoughguy | log post II

You think so?

[All freckled and big nosed, not that Freddy is fishing for compliments of course. He just fucked Lawrence Dimick up the ass and that sounds like a rare privilege to have and to hold. Cut loose he's free to rub and be rubbed, floppy hair going a little awry.]

You're way stronger than that, baby.

[A compliment for a compliment. Huff puff. That's the fuckin' truth, he couldn't break Larry's back if he tried could he? His heart on the other hand...not that the kid would ever want to do such a thing. He grinds a little slower but no less flush up against him.] Way stronger.

I know so. [A head tilt lets him press his cheek against that long character filled nose. His paw is mussing and soothing the floppy hair on Freddy's head. They'll definitely have to straighten up before venturing out. The Miracles are singing about really having a hold.]

You give it to me hard enough though. [Still holding onto the kid he sighs out with the grinding. It rubs the right way.] To do some damage I mean. [Because Freddy's a fucking super hero. Slow and lazy now his paw with the wild cat moves to grip the kid's firm ass.] I love how you feel in there.

Edited 2011-04-29 10:31 (UTC)

[The sound of Smokey's voice filters through just enough for Freddy to recognize the tune too. He wasn't even born yet. Lips purse to brush against Larry's skin, like he's almost nuzzling the man. Actually he is.]

Good. Wouldn't wanna disappoint you.

[His tone is flippant but his sincerity is genuine. That paw only makes Freddy want to wag his invisible tail even more. Eventually though he's got to pull out.] Can you handle losing it, baby?

[Not yet but soon, not for as long as Larry still wants to feel him.]

[Old things can last though enough for young folks to appreciate. Lips on his skin, kiss or no kiss, he loves the long snout of this fox-like dog. No other man or woman for that matter can feel as fucking adored by this man. Lawrence Dimick hit the jackpot.]

Can you?

[Impossible.]

I gotta. Can't go walkin' around like this at work. [A brief bark of a laugh.] Mmmm. [Okay he'll release Freddy's ass but takes his arm to position to grasp is hand and put a few of his fingers into the old man's mouth so he can be full at both ends for a few moments.]

[What kind of question is that? Fff just for his quip he ought to stick it to Larry all over again. He loves the old man's sharp mouth.]

I'm gonna have to try.

[Freddy counters in return followed by a cool shrug because he is one cool dog. The way Larry puts his fingers in his mouth though, that just makes him adoring all over again (not to say he ever stopped adoring Mr. White). Freddy works them in and out, short strokes to simulate the motion without the part. If only he had a clone.] I'm pulling out, tough guy.

[The kid leans away, slowly but surely, green eyes narrowing for the constriction that goes with it until its gone. His fingers stay in that mouth though.]

[He briefly thinks about what it would be like to have a clone. Would he still be able to take not one but two versions of the kid on? Pride affirms that he could. Nicotine stains add a twinge of flavor to the old man's tongue as he sticks it between Freddy's pointer and middle fingers. About time they part or else. Larry gives a nod.]

Nmmmm.

[Now that his body goes back into place he can privately marvel at how Mr. Orange went right at it. All that is in the old man now are those fingers that he slowly let slip out.]

Filled me right up.

[As though he is the car. The coup may be drying about now.]

[Two Freddy Newendykes could be too much for this world or any world, one too many Oranges piping up for comics and eating cans of spaghettios. More than likely a clone of him could never get as much work done as a clone of Lawrence Dimick. Just for this purpose though, well, there would be double the creativity. That's for sure.]

That's what you're good for.

[Freddy dares to say as he takes his fingers back only to pull his jeans up (without fastening them) then fish out a cigarette. Yeah he's playing up that role, the rough trade hustler. It's okay because Mr. White knows better, doesn't he? Freddy fucking adores him.]

[Two Newendykes would break an old mans back. Or he would trying to handle the double dose. Things are as they are for a reason. While his back isn't broken there's a distinct feeling of strain. Nothing serious. Only a firm reminder of what it's like to have someone go to town on you.]

Can't let it go to waste now, can you?

[As its happening, sometimes that's what he feels like. And that ain't bad. Larry pulls his own jeans back up. He'll peel away any remainder of tape from his wrists drinking in the kid standing before him, pants open and cigarette danging from his mouth. Two steps and he's there to fasten him back into place. Since he's there he'll kiss at his throat and let him try to be indifferent.]

Hey maybe I'll knock you up.

[Freddy quips with the freshly lit cigarette dangling. Now they're even. Kind of. Larry sort of has a huge headstart on him when it comes to that but hey maybe Freddy's the kind of guy who's seldom but very concentrated. He exhales through his nose as the old man takes care of himself. Drinking in that sight too, two can play at that game--oh. Green eyes drop down to the fastening only to look up as Larry takes over his throat. Damn.

Cigarette pinched aside he gestures for him to claim his mouth instead. Trying to be indifferent with Lawrence Dimick is an uphill battle.]

Is that what you want?

[A laugh rumbles in his chest before he latches his mouth on what bits of skin can be found by pulling his collar this way and that. The second hand Marlboro smoke has become one of his favorite smells. Oh and taste too. His tongue isn't as lazy as the rest of him as it wanders into Freddy's. Slowly easing the zipper up because any other round should be later tonight. Backward he moves slowly now this time to pull out his comb to fix up Freddy that way.]

Want a piece of yourself in me for a few months? That's no nice walk in the park. Maybe we should start wrapping up. Can't keep tempting fate.

Mmm...

[Tongue in mouth, grazing teeth, and tasting a mix of Marlboro and Chesterfield? How could he be indifferent to it. The kid purses his lips, briefly turning a deep hungry kiss into a smaller affectionate one. No need to get roused again, save that for tonight...as long as Sam keeps his beak shut. He tilts his head appropriately for that comb. Something about that gesture is gravely morbid in its memory and greatly intimate because of it.]

No fuckin' way. [About wrapping up. Fff. He hooks Larry by a belt loop.] Your load's all mine all the time.

[Puff. Have a smoke ring.]

[Heavy and deep or light and sweet, Larry will take his kisses any way at all. Noisy bird or not the kid earned himself a real treat later tonight. Later being the key word. His comb strokes are purposeful, sectioning the hair naturally with his part.]

All hot up inside you after you work so hard for it?

[Looped he eases even closer. Even though they're both bullshitting it's a delicious thing to hear and it's very true.]

Uh huh. [Freddy nods against Larry, against another kiss. Wait, break for a pull on his cigarette.] I love it. I love you.

[So much for being a rough trade hustler.]

[That comb is now in the old man's hair. He looks pretty together in the mirror, it's the only other witness. There are those words again. Each time he hears them they sound better and better. It's so fucking true.]

In that case you can keep it.

[Comb tucked away he holds aside Freddy's cig to take a puff himself.]

I want my baby happy. [Kiss then the cigarette is back where it belongs.] I love you, tough guy. [Cop, rough trade hustler and so much more that Freddy Newendyke is.] We better get a move on.

[How Lawrence Dimick can bend over and take it like a champ and still make Freddy feel like he's the one who got right up well-fucked is a mystery. Maybe it's the way he combs his hair and steals a drag from his own cigarette; supercool.]

I am happy.

[True words said after a kiss. Oh hey that's right though they're still in a carwash commode. How romantic is that. Freddy doublechecks to make sure they've left nothing behind before gesturing Larry to go first.]

[Well fucked is well fucked no matter how it comes no pun intended. The words the touching it all is coming so fucking ease. He feels so happy. Keep yourself a little in check, Dimick because they'll have to emerge sometime.]

That's all I give a fuck about.

[The old man smiles and turns the knob. The lock bounces out and there is the hallway and the phones. No line to the can hopefully.]

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