orangetoughguy | log post II

....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.]

[Even if his arm is draped on him it makes Larry feel like a million bucks. This kind of man wants him. It could have easily been a fleeting thought he had. Damn. Sometimes thinking back to that day, it's a trip. This fucking tough guy Mr. Orange and his big talk.]

Good thing I'm not turning seventy. I might think of asking you to gimme a handicap.

[Larry shifts in this wonderfully comfortable chair to move against Freddy.]

So go hard on me.

I already give you handicaps, old man, I think I'm gonna take some of'em back.

[That's a little growl right there, Freddy bullshits as good as he takes it. It's just an easy and natural thing to do with Larry. To further demonstrate his point he brings his thighs together like that alone can trap his paw there. It, of course, gets him to go hard on Mr. White. Win-win situation?]

I don't need em. Not really. Neither do you. Unless you don't want it that heavy.

[Trapped doesn't mean he can't wiggle is fingers and touch up against the seam of his jeans right up and down the middle.]

Take off your fucking clothes.

[Whispered into his ear.]

Or do I have to peel em off.

[Mmm right up his back again massaging. He will get up if required but... Feels so fucking good.]

[Snort. Seriously? Freddy can take quite a lot of whatever constitutes as heavy, from bloodless to convention funk. Oh yeah and rough sex too which sounds like the direction in which they're headed considering Larry's whisper. It sends another shiver down his spine...up his balls...straight to his dick.]

You wouldn't know how.

[The kid challenges...but he's taking his shirt off too because yeah, he wants to get naked as much as the old man seems to want him to. Win-win situation. He tosses his shirt onto the floor before working his jeans open, hmm how to wriggle them off without getting up though? Well he'll leave that problem to Larry's paws.]

Hah. There's a lot I know, you little fucker.

[The bear growls taking over the disrobing. He plans on just yanking them off bit by bit. There's enough room for him to wiggle and shift to make it work.]

Were you thinking in the store in front of the salesmen and other customers what chair you wanted to get fucked in? Huh?

[In case if he wasn't, Larry grinds against him. Now he's thinking of it.]

[Okay while not unexpected the way Larry starts handling him still comes as a surprise. A pleasant surprise. His jeans are wriggling off and because he's still seated this way his briefs are coming off with them in a semi-haphazard manner. It's a big fucking turn on, getting manhandled. He has to hold onto the recliner to keep from slipping.]

So what--if I was?

[Doing his best to sound petulant, he is, but Freddy inevitably groans. Hey whose birthday is it again?? No harm no foul if this is the kind of present Lawrence Dimick wants right?] Maybe I was thinkin' how many ways I could fuck you in it too.

[That's not quite a bluff either. Did he ever end up asking the kid how he likes his fucking, giving compared to receiving? Does Larry really even have to ask to know?]

I wanna know.

[Anything said in the climbing moments of anticipation because it's as good as peeling off what layer he can. Now there's so much bare chest to clutch and scratch. And soon his cock will be completely exposed to whatever treatment Larry feels like giving.]

Is that what you're thinking of? Giving me your cock or getting mine?

[Larry stops pulling at Freddy's briefs to take both hands at his hips and grind up against his ass. All he knows is that he loves fucking around. Though learning every in and out of the process is what he takes supreme pride in.]

You can't keep a tight lip forever.

[Hah. As though anyone is only thinking of lips. Larry's are at the man's neck, still grinding until he has to lay off.]

[That's enough keeping his own paws to himself. Rearranged to straddle the old man this kid starts working Larry's shirt off. It was a work night wasn't it? So he's got a tie and buttons to undo which on one hand lets Freddy take his fucking teasing sweet time but on the other means his own dick and ass will have to go unattended. Well, beyond the attention of big old hands anyway.]

I think...about alotta things, Larry.

[Freddy hisses. He tilts his head to better form against the shape of the face working on the crook of his neck. There goes the tie. Now onto his buttons.] Right now I'm thinkin' about...riding your dick, makin' you come first, cause you're the birthday boy.

[The implication in his tone is that Larry will be so into being sandwiched between his massaging chair and his tight ass it's gonna be that easy. And in case Orange's rough tone isn't enough:] Cause you're gonna be real easy.

Baby, I think about you riding my dick all the time.

[Which makes him enough of a fag. To hear Freddy talk about how he thinks about it too... that means something, don't it?]

Are you gonna want me to come up your ass?

[Like he needs to ask. Dirty, filthy talk and the liberty of saying it makes it easy. Larry decides to give his seal of approval at the kid's neck while he cups and traces over the feel of his cock in his briefs.]

Aren't you the cock sure motherfucker.

[As much as the old man doesn't want to admit it. He feels real easy sometimes.]

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