orangetoughguy | log post II

[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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