orangetoughguy | log post II

[Fucking hell he loves when Larry flexes too, all that hard muscle, the seemingly bulging wildcat. Yep, Newendyke, you are one massive homo. A little more writhing and grinding and he's pretty sure he's running on empty.]

Jesus Christ....

[If Ma Dimick could hear them and see them now. Freddy rests his damp forehead against Larry, lips pursing to kiss along hot skin back here.] Fuck...

[Something of a twitching wreck of a bear flexes and unflexes beneath him now. Empty or not grinding their sweat riddled bodies together feels beautiful.]

Mmmmmm.

[His mother would fucking hate it. Not just hate it, fucking hate it. Larry tries to catch his breath. Those kisses compel him to reach back again to touch at his hair or his shoulder.]

Amen, baby.

[Blasphemous? Sure. Ain't that what they are? This man slowly but surely coming down from his orgasm said a prayer hours ago. He's a lifesaver.]

[That paw on his head feels so good. He presses another kiss to his back.]

You're beautiful.

[And more slow grinding to really feel Lawrence Dimick. Fuck what his mother hates about it. She's not here anymore and Freddy has the right mind to think however she was yesterday was part of the city's trick. She couldn't know the things she did. It was a trick. She wasn't the woman Larry lost so long ago.]

I'm gonna pull outta you. [He whispers against the back of Larry's ear.]

[His fingers comb a few strokes then just get a hold of that long hair. Nothing harsh. Just holding it. Lawrence Dimick feels like a silver screen stunner when Freddy says shit like that. He's fucking Davy Crockett, Charles Bronson and Sean Connery all rolled up into one.]

Was gonna say the same about you.

[Really. When he remembered he could talk and not just silently marvel at how amazing he feels. Now the buzz of the TV and stereo are in the air. No woman is rattling on forever about this and that.

Sorry, Ma. I always was a trouble maker deep down. The answer in his ear is Freddy. That whisper makes him shiver again.]

Okay.

[Now there's a compliment, all those badass guys rolled into one? Who else is gonna think that way except for Lawrence Dimick? Freddy savors it just like he savors the hold in his hair. He'll purse his lips on his skin once more before slowly pulling apart. When that's accomplished though, Freddy just resorts to flopping on Larry kind of like a loaf.]

Mm. Not bad.

[As if any of his performances differ. Shit Newendyke there's a mess to clean, don't be lazy.]

[Pardon any noise he makes when they part. He can't help it. The kid filled him up and then some. Now laying here and staring at the TV is the best thing ever. Oh. Yeah they are fucking slobs.]

Not bad? S'cuse me.

[That's a joke by the way. Larry sighs happily and again reaches to touch Freddy's head.]

We should get up.

[And clean. Except he's not raring to move that much yet. Oops.]

[Slobs who at the very least do make an effort to heat up the spaghettios before eating them. Freddy also has the courtesy to shift a little so they have more room to sprawl on the couch near side by side. The kid stays on top for the most part.]

Sure. Later.

[Orange says as lazy as a rind slowly being pulled from the fruit.

[He's slippery enough to move and try to sandwich this Orange between the couch and White himself. Since he's gonna sprawl like that. As soon as he sees an ear and a portion of his nose he's on Freddy's mouth like a bear looking for honey. Later's perfect. So's right now. This is another token of appreciation.]

Smart ass son of a bitch.

[Calling the shots like a tough guy. The rind of an orange is white. On the inside of White is Orange right now. How about that.]

Look who's talkin'.

[Oh but he'll take that kiss gladly, and another, mouth open to take White into some of that Orange too. Talk about a riddle, or just you know, the simple truth.]

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