orangetoughguy | log post II

On my breaks.

[Which means he went more than once. Isn't Larry proud of him for not picking up the first chair he saw or paying in toucan? Bent over like this the kid glances over his shoulder in the middle of removing the second shoe. Those socks are gonna have to go too.]

So you like it?

[The chair. The view. Etc.]

How many?

[Oh he is impressed alright. These are breaks that may or may not have been spent talking to the man over the network. And these are definitely ones not spent with that dick. Who needs him.

A paw stays fixed to hold the kid on. Don't want him to lose his balance. It strays to his thigh. The other roves up Freddy's back.]

I love it.

[As for the view, shit. As if he didn't feel like a pampered ol' hound dog himself. He groans a little looking right on back.]

Three? Two?

[Okay so he's not as discriminating as Lawrence Dimick on these issues but Freddy Newendyke tried his best. There goes the other shoe, now the old man is barefoot and those aren't the toes of a sleek well-kept woman. Nope.]

Cool. [He moves to sit up only a little, the groan hardly escaping his ears. If the kid shifts some more is he gonna groan some more?] Cause you gotta take it easy in your old age.

[There's another hint regarding his birthday. Will Larry take the bait?]

Enough to really know.

[Do you see how much he approves of this? So so so much. Clunk his shoes go to the floor. They're not heels obviously. And Freddy isn't some curvy dish. That's just fine.]

My old age? [He laughs incredulously.] You're so full of bullshit. Your eyes might be going brown.

[No groan but his breath catches with this deliberate movement. Freddy's putting just the right pressure on just the right place.]

I'm still at the top of my game. I think you'd know.

Oh yeah, I got an idea.

[Then the kid reeecliiiiiiines, stretching to sprawl back on top of Larry. He turns his head to sort of face Larry but it's more like bumping jaws and noses or something.]

But I think the lazy chair's kind of a gamechanger. [What man doesn't succumb to the ease and oaf-enabling ways of the La-Z Boy?]

Just an idea? Tough crowd.

[Larry loves en tough. Both arms around Freddy now. A bump is nothing. A peck to his lightly freckled beak.]

Gamechanger? A chair is a chair.... unless you know somethin' I don't. I don't feel any different that usual sitting here with you.

[On him.]

[Freddy brushes his freckled beak up against that pecking mouth again.]

Uh huh. Don't believe me?

[Have it your way, Mr. White. Freddy reaches under one of the chair arms to activate the heat and rolling massage function. Get comfortable, Larry, this guy's not gonna get up. He'd have to be thrown off.]

[He's generous with the other pecks.]

I'm not [peck] one to call you [peckity peck peck] a liar....but I don't believe you.

[Woah. He jolts in surprise. Rolling down his back starting at the neck.]

Oh man.

[Now there is another groan.]

[Those kisses are nice, real nice, but eventually Freddy has to shift again, this time to sit in Larry's lap a bit sideways like an elf on Papa Christmas deal. He drapes his legs over the opposite chair arm.]

Gamechanger.

[The kid concludes. Okay Larry's not biting. Freddy puffs a bit before saying:] Happy birthday? [Punctuated by a question mark, I WANT YOU TO KNOW I KNOW BUT NOT IF YOU'RE GONNA GET MAD.]

....That what this is about?

[Okay, he was feeling a little doubtful. It had occurred to him. Larry did get him flowers. That was something special. After forty three birthdays, many of them spent transitioning from one home to another, the old man stopped expecting anything out of it. Except how can he possibly deny the thoughtfulness.

Oh, boy. He shouldn't have. Though...]

I didn't say it was my birthday. That something else your super powers did?

[No more pecks for now.]

[Shit that doesn't sound too promising.]

I didn't want you thinkin' I did it over flowers, I had it in mind already, you know? [Er wait does that strengthen or cheapen his own intentions??] Just a little somethin'...

[Hey now didn't Larry wish he'd known it was Freddy's birthday back in December?]

[Freddy's special and should feel that way. Plus he'll feel different about years after a few more birthdays.]

Thanks, baby.

[Where the fuck are your manners, Dimick? He gives another peck. Don't let the guy think he's wriggling on the line.]

You really caught me by surprise.

[How did Freddy know his birthday? Was that something discussed in one of those cop hoedowns? Arms wrap tighter about Freddy's middle. Nothing cheap here. It's not fair to challenge like that.]

And I mean it takes the ease off Friday the 13th you know?

[He adds as kind of a little joke, like downplaying the occasion and the significance of the gift somehow makes things easier to accept. It doesn't only because why would anyone want to downplay this? Although the kid does have the Jason movies all set up for a marathon in this chair, if the old man's up to it. That peck is the start of good signs again.]

Sorry, it was kinda the point but in a different kinda way.

[What a weak explanation, but his intentions were good.]

You know what? I didn't even think about that.

[Just a day to go to work in a fucked up and crazy City to come home to the slice of private heaven in their apartment.]

Hey. Hey. You don't have to apologize for anything. You did good.

[More pecking working a nonverbal apology. Goddamn, Dimick don't let the kid feel bad. He's trying to be real, real nice. Wasn't he standing in the guys shoes the other night? And it wasn't a chair or a birthday.

The old bear sighs one part of frustration and another for the way the robotics working at his lower back.]

They got movies about it now.

[Freddy quips as if Larry here might be out of touch with Camp Crystal Lake. Who would blame him though? They just don't make movies like they used to in the 60s and 70s. Yep.]

Thanks, man.

[Finally the kid returns a kiss to the old man's jaw. He won't say thanks for not getting mad because by all rights Lawrence Dimick is entitled to the frustration. It's an invasion of privacy, sure they've probably gone to deeper parts of each other's bodies but that's a whole different ball game. Just like his mother, father, uncle, every home he's been in, and toy cars. Maybe you oughta tell him everything you know about him, Newendyke. Maybe you ought not to because he already has some idea and saying more would insult his intelligence. Shit.]

Hardy fucking har, Chevy Chase.

[He pinches his upper chest.]

Thank you. [Grateful, spoiled bear that he is.] And your super powers.

[Returned kiss. Now everything's flowing in the right direction. Larry's a clam that's not impossible to open. Some intel has slipped out. Nobody is invisible. After all, the more he thinks about it, Freddy's a cop. He's gotta know the basics.]

[WHOA HEY HEY NOW. Freddy curls inward with a tight coiled gasp for the pinching. What the fuck is he supposed to do from there? Jesus man.]

You're...welcome.

[The kid manages to utter out upon recovering, unless the old man is still holding onto him. The kiss is much appreciated though.]

[That curling and moving has an effect on the old man too.]

Mmmmm.

[He feels welcome. The massaging chair is so damn warm too. Then again it sure is feeling hot in here. Of course he's still holding him, though since the pinching was so effective he'll go again for the other side.]

Are there any other surprises? Huh? I got ways of makin' you talk. Ways they don't even make no more.

[The age jokes can work the other way around.]

[Curl again he does, this time with less surprise but no less reaction to the pinching. Hell Freddy's wearing only a t-shirt too so the effect...really shines through. Yep.]

Uh...

[The answer is 'yes', the question is does Larry really want to hear them? The presence of a threat tells him the old man can take it. What's worse than shooting up cops? The truth of the matter is, for someone who's led such a long life of crime, Larry's been convicted seldomly and sent to prison only twice. There's probably a ton of shit that ain't on the record. Digging up dirty skeletons is not what Freddy wants to do, but he'll throw Larry a bone too.]

You--[Grunt.] You got ticketed for littering.

[How's that for casual embarrassment?]

[Quite the effect. Larry's paw smooths over his shirt but his thumb thicks one way and then the other. Super effective.]

Tell me what you got.

[In the meantime, he'll deal an incentive by dragging his teeth along his chin to take a nip. The original plan in his head to go in for a kiss but he has to break away to look into his face.]

Oh shit. I did, didn't I?

[Among a crew of old comrades...who are not with us any longer...this would have been super embarrassing to share. Fucking littering. Larry laughs at himself and rubs his eyes.

Now's not the time to think about Joe, about that one time in Atlantic City for shits and giggles. It was Joe's birthday though. Not Larry's.

Still smiling, he looks through his fingers.]

Did it say what it was?

[This old bear is gonna be the end of him if he keeps doing that. Sure Freddy could fight him off but, well, he doesn't want to, got it? The drag of teeth is another sting that sends a shiver down his spine, kind of like a contrast to the rolling massaging motion in that chair.]

Uh huh.... [Shudder. Hah okay that's a priceless gesture from Lawrence Dimick. The kid kit laughs too before shrugging, playing up his own devil may care attitude now.] Nope but I like thinking it was somethin' real retarded you know? Like a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in a city park.

[Freddy's laughing too? Hah. Larry decides to put his paw under his shirt the better to pinch.]

Aren't you a regular joker today. It wasn't the most fantastic kinda feat. Though now I can stop wondering whether or not they keep that kinda information. Maybe I'll tell ya. [Rubbing.] Maybe I won't. [Pinching.]

Uh...sure. Y-yeah, sure why not.

[This is Freddy trying to talk while getting felt up purely above the belt which is great but also not great. It really begs the question as to who has the upperhand at the moment. Arching and curling within those paws, the kid's got to throw in a gamechanger. Again.]

Think you can fuck me like this you lazy son of a bitch?

[It's an outright dare to disguise his own uh...begging in the matter...or something like that yeah.]

Think? Think?

[His voice is rough but not with faux anger. Freddy's not pawing back at him. It's the pretend indifference on the kit kid's part with that flexing, curling and squirming.]

Baby, I know I can.

[Meaning that there's a hand between his legs now gauging how much of this dare is urgent.]

Might even help the process out. That what you meant by gamechanger? You wanna get fucked in this chair?

[The most he's got is an arm draped over Larry's shoulders, loosely too because yeah he's got to play out his own indifference. Why, one might ask. Well, why not? Pushing the limit and playing out this kind of competitiveness has always been a part of the White and Orange partnership. Always.]

Yeah? Cause I'm not takin' it easy on you even on your birthday--

[Freddy boasts only to suck in a breath for the paw between his legs. It's getting pretty damn urgent urgent emergency as the dude from Foreigner would say.]

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