orangetoughguy | log post II

Fuckin' city.

[Freddy replies like that's some kind of answer for it all. And it isn't. But he's not going to tell Larry that. Sitting on the couch now he stalls some more by feeding his guilt a long piece of stir fry noodle. Slurp slurp slurp...slurp...sluuuurp. There.]

Okay, nothin' big. Someone wanted repairs on this two-wheeler thing straight outta the Jetsons, some 'segway' whatever. You?

[Broccoli beef for the old bear. Munch munch munch.]

Oh yeah? How the hell does that even work? It's not a car.

[Picturing it alone it doesn't come together well. A few more chews before he speaks up.]

Okay. Business is picking up. They liked the cleanin' job on the car and gave the boss the news. So. In one circumstance everythin's fine. I just hope his girl is smart about shit.

It's got two wheels and you steer it up top, it's like riding a hoverboard, but sideways. On a motor. You go too fast and lean over too far you eat the fuckin' pavement.

[There, the kid explains it, but it still sounds pretty fucking crazy...like a bird that shits diamonds. Looking over at Larry now he nods on the stakeout update.] So you're not gonna tell'im huh? It ain't lying saying she's not fucking around with some guy.

[Newendyke, now is not the time to tell Larry how to lie.]

That sounds fuckin' nuts. Who gets around on that? It's kids stuff. Why bother with wheels at all?

[Which isn't to say that he's not interested. Stimulating conversation at the apartment from toucans that drop gem stones to funny vehicles. Forking in more of the noodles he chews before answering.]

I'm not gonna. It's not my place there. And she isn't fucking any man. I'd be in a real pickle if he asked me to watch her all the damn time but no. Just once. So I guess he intercepted some message or something.

[The unspoken message is that Larry empathizes. He's got a secret too. Getting rattled out like that without any time to prepare or fucking get any kind of story straight... yeah, he's not true believer in karma but it is something he can't bring himself to do.]

A hoverboard's way cooler and you know for a movie that's three years old I'm kinda surprised nobody's invented that shit here yet. Have you seen one around? I've seen robot people turn into motorcycles but no fuckin' hoverboard.

[What's up with that?? Oh right, they're talking about more grown up things too. Freddy rubs his chin thoughtfully over Mamba's situation.]

I dunno, I've been that guy you know? But I shoulda seen it coming and I didn't need to fuckin' spy on her. [Women. Bah. Freddy doesn't even think about the karmic element to the situation, maybe because in their own defense no one is cheating on anybody.]

Good question. [One worth asking the City at large. People turning into motorcycles? What. Don't think less of him Freddy but sometimes, just sometimes the old man feels like you bullshit to get a rise on out of him. So far he hasn't seen that. Then again, what does and doesn't exist and what is and is not possible is the exact opposite of what one thinks it would be. Crazy ol' town.] Maybe they're out there but stashed like a Ferarri for safe keeping.

[Just an idea. Shrug. He abandons the food at the counter to sit at the couch with the kid.]

Yeah. I know. See I dunno why she wouldna told you though. You got no entourage or any kinda people that'd lean on you or some shit. [Yeah, he's taking the long route around to say that Freddy's ex wasn't dealing with a dangerous person. ...isn't that what the kid is doing though? Then again, no one is cheating anyone.] I'd like to think that she knows what she's doin'. Maybe her girl's got someone on the side. Who fucking knows.

[Right now he'd rather have Larry believe that than the idea of a toucan shitting diamonds. In the case of people turning into motorcycles, that's actually the truth. Either way though he doesn't think less of the old man.]

Because we were stupid teenagers in college?

[Freddy suggests humorously only because that's probably the fucking truth. Maybe back in Larry's day college was a big deal but for one Freddy Newendyke, once he got there, everything demystified pretty quickly. Then again, he's a drop out.] Because I'm white, she's hispanic, and the Other Woman was black? I don't know.

[The good thing is the kid can laugh about it now. Better than Barbie's deal, she could actually jeopardize her own safety.]

[Is it the kid's delivery? How he speaks? Either way. The old man believes it.]

Probably, kid. Probably. [He shrugs and moves to open the Chesterfield box on the table.] Barbie here, she's all grown up. She can do what she wants.

[The race issue... what are you doing there Freddy? With the smoke between his lips he leans against the kid's shoulder. This is what matters. Sure he is concerned with the woman but what good would it do to them sticking their necks out for a woman who doesn't know them? Most importantly, his loyalties lie with Mamba.

Click, click of his lighter.]

Now you don't gotta share.

[Maybe someone thought he'd be a free ticket to privilege, too bad she picked the wrong slice of cornbread to ladder up in the world. On the other side of the equation, even Freddy can't say he thinks she chose the other woman over himself for material or social advantages. He won't say he's happy they like each other either though, bitch played him too hard.]

Why would I wanna? [Asks the kid, feeling that lean and knowing when he turns his head they'll probably be nose to nose. His is quite stately after all. Freddy punctuates his question with a quick slurp of noodles. Then he's licking the taste off his lips.] Even when there's a lot of you to go around?

[Green eyes focus shamelessly on the space between Larry's thighs to specify just a lot of what the old man has, has and is reserved for Freddy's benefit.] If we were gonna fuck around with some other guy together it's still not sharing, it's throwing in other pieces to play with. Right up front.

[Note how easy it is for him to consider it'd be a male thrown in anymore, even though the kid still can't say those three life changing words: I am gay. Hey so they're in the clear for toucan business are they? It sounds like it, Freddy's relieved.]

I didn't think you would want to share. [Didn't they take a trip and fall down that road months and months ago?] Just stating facts.

[Exhale of cigarette smoke up into the air above them. Brown eyes watch his mouth and tongue then follow Freddy's line of sight. Hah. Good fucking kid has earned himself a ruffle of his hair.]

That's how I see it baby. This is a two person show. The rest are guest stars and nothing else. [Larry leans forward to tap ash into the waiting tray.]

Maybe that's Barbie's logic. She's only sleeping around. [Is he throwing her a bone or damning her with this promiscuity theory?]

[Oh they did, they sure did. Ruffling his hair earns Larry a scowl but it's a light hearted one with little meaning behind it except to point out because he's a full grown man he's not supposed to accept ruffles to his floppy hair. Fff.]

What are you some kinda method man? Gotta act, direct, and produce the whole shebang too?

[Freddy quips. As for Barbie's logic, well he's got to shrug on this one. Sleeping around or forging something serious, her biggest risk is being involved with a high roller crook. Hey Barbie and Freddy here have something in common...except he doubts that lady could ever be a cop. Nothing against lady cops of course. Oh, that feels like the bottom of his take out box already. Shit is this a round of silence? Stop thinking about the toucan and how much trouble you could be in Newendyke. Put it out of your mind. You're in the clear. He puts his little box down.]

Want me to suck on you? [Because that's not suspicious at all.]

I'm very invested in this kinda project you know? I don't trust it in no one else's hands.

[He trusts you, Freddy. This motherfucker trusts you. That's not an intentional turning of the screw really. He's just talking.

Barbie, Barbie, Barbie. Looks like she's a gal that's well and truly on her own. That's how Lawrence Dimick is going to leave it. The reason why he's quiet is because he's shutting that book in his brain.]

...What?

[The old man was good to turn on the TV. He didn't see that one coming. Kudos for the element of surprise for the kid. Maybe a little too surprising. If he were drinking it'd sputter out a little.]

[It doesn't escape his notice that Larry has a soft spot for women in trouble, assuming they're caught in a trap they didn't weave entirely by themselves. Something about a girl who gets in way over her head out of desperation instead of full on arrogance and self-interest, all that seems like something Lawrence Dimick would want to fix. Hey isn't that the same kind of man who pulled a kid up onto his feet after getting shot? Larry could've left him there to die, to get caught by the cops who might have killed him to eliminate paperwork, so was the thought at the time.]

You can say no if you want.

[Freddy shrugs ever so casually, pulling focus away from the distraction and onto this delicate matter of male pride. Smooth move Newendyke, except not. The TV he's turning it on anyway.]

[Secretly Larry wants to be somebody's hero. It's likely not his choice of words but that's the motivation that spills out of him. He's a big, strong brute with a heart to match. It's his undoing when it gets into his head that he's right.]

Hey.

[The paw resting close to the kid's head get a hold of those honey colored locks to get his attention.]

I didn't say no. Just I didn't think you were still hungry.

[And somehow he's still a crook, a diamond thief, Mr. Armed Robbery. He's fucking good at it too. It's not Freddy's place to change anything, to force Lawrence Dimick on the straight and narrow. So far inaction's worked in this world, they both have legitimate jobs and Larry seems to keep a lid on anything questionable without compromising his ability to come home to a kid. Freddy assumes the old man doesn't kill when he doesn't have to and that out of his own safety--and some acknowledgment of just what Freddy Newendyke is--he makes sure each situation usually leads to not having to kill anyone. Barbie included.]

I am a little. [He says casually, head turned by a paw even though Freddy's expression is still just so nonchalant as he throws in a little taunt.] You have five seconds to do something about it before I check what's on TV.

[That he is. Which makes the impulse to protect more peculiar. Larry is a pick and choose man living by his own rules. That's what happens when you don't fit the rules of criminals or cops. So far this domesticity of a pace hasn't driven them apart with the heists.]

Get the fuck down there. [There's even a pull on his head if the words aren't enough.] Who the fuck do you think you are having to ask?

[The other paw grabs for the remote control.]

[Domesticity is not something Freddy Newendyke would admit to wanting, ever, but it's something he appreciates and now that he has it it's hard to even think about letting it go.]

Cause I can. [He retorts despite the pull, sharp tongued and still able to be soft and kind with it. The kid wets his lips as fingers go for the old man's pants, unbuckling, unfastening, whatever's necessary.] Put on somethin' good.

[Does this make you a bastard, Newendyke? Probably, but a bastard who's gonna keep a poor bird from getting thrown out and keep an old bear entertained by something as ridiculous as shitting jewels.]

[That makes two of them. Years on the road and a reputation of being a rambling man, Larry wasn't sure how well he would take to living in the same place with the same person. Monogamy isn't beyond his capabilities but it's never been a long standing trend. Something happens. Not with them though not in a long while. This is what they call a winning streak.]

Uh huh. I'm warming up fast. Don't get burned and don't let any go to fucking waste. [And hard. That's a no brainer. Fingers loosen up on the hair to comb it through and grip it again. He's taking that start to be part of the game. A weird start. Asking. What kind of jackass is this kid?]

[A jackass with something to hide, but he keeps telling himself it's okay, it's just a one time deal. Larry wouldn't force the bird if it didn't happen again, right? He's not that kind of bear. ...And eating the papaya in secret or whatever won't hurt him either because it's just fruit.]

So you don't want me to snack on it? That what you're sayin'? [He's pulling the old man out now with a fist, firm but not stroking. Yet.] You want me to take a whole fuckin' meal?

[And for the record, it's not like the kid's doing something he doesn't want to do just for the sake of the toucan. He enjoys keeping Lawrence Dimick happy. Taking his mind off the diamond happens to work to Freddy's advantage too. That's all. Yep. He hovers his mouth over the tip.] That's a lot to go down.

[All these little details don't even cross the old man's mind. And kudos for Freddy that right now he's not thinking of the diamonds or the bird at all. For now. Tomorrow there won't be any papaya in the fridge. The up side is that the old man is digesting more food. The downside is that he's fully expecting something to come out of it.]

Eat it all up. I know you're hungry for it.

[Ignorance and a blowjob are bliss. If the old man wasn't completely hard when they got this lip started he about is now. Oh man, he can feel breath on him now.]

I got it all ready just for you. Chow down.

Well, okay.

[For those bold remarks, and Larry has every right to presume he's fuckin' dyin' for a taste, the kid just shrugs like he's got nothing better to do. It just makes the lip more fun. Then without much of a warning--as if they need one--he hoods his mouth over that cock.]

Then what are you-? [Nevermind. No waiting. He sucks in a sharp breath and still holds onto the kid's head. There's an infomercial for some kind of cleaner oxy something or other that takes out about everything. No one is paying attention so it doesn't fucking matter.]

That taste good?

[Brown eyes are on Freddy as he goes to work. The marvel on his face can't be hidden. Treats like this make an old bear feel spoiled, something like a bird that gets more than his fill of fruit.]

Mmhuh.

[That's the only sound he can make as his tongue works around the head, just sucking it here and letting his fist do a slower pumping motion at the base. He's teasing first, that much must be clear. With a paw still on his hair maybe he's waiting for Larry to push his face down.

E-ee-e-e-ee-e-e. Fuck that bird can't be done with the papaya already. He pushes the rest of his mouth over the old man quickly.]

[For a second he thinks about the bird because it's making noise. They should check it's cage.

Later. Much later. He grunts and pulls at the kid's head with both hands down.]

Fuck.

[How is the kid sitting? Is he leaning over the old man enough so that he could be pawed at? Larry's not a selfish bear.]

Not too fast, there's more than enough. [Huff, huff. Oh man.]

[No, don't check its cage. In fact don't think about it at all. For once it's Freddy who prefers they ignore Sam...as long as the toucan doesn't sound distressed. The croaking is hardly a sound of distress. He's learned croaking means the toucan is pleased. Must be the papaya.]

Sure.

[Freddy replies after pulling his mouth high enough to speak, even look at Larry before his mouth purses tightly on his cockhead again. He's learning over on the couch but seated. Pawing's well within the realm of possibility and as a matter of fact he's spreading his knees to invite the old man to it.]

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