log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]