log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Swapping spit like teenagers. Forty three can fit more than a few teenage lifetimes.]

Then I better make use of it every day.

[The chair? Freddy himself? Who is to say? He flexes with the touch at his tattoo. Larry releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as the kid pulls off completely. There we go. Both arms wrap around the kid.]

Sure is comfortable, I can tell you that.

[orangetoughguy]

[It fits about three fourteen year olds to be exact. Freddy's age fits only two. Funny how that works out. Off Lawrence Dimick now but not out of his lap, the kid turns a little to better settle sideways in this equally comfy spot. White's no chair but damn he'd make a good one, does he know that?]

Good. [He nods once, mouth pressing along the solid line of his jaw.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Three teenagers to Freddy's two is still more. Not enough to feel bad about. How can he with the euphoria he's feeling.]

So is there cake?

[He's idly smoothing over the hair on Freddy's arm. ...the bird didn't make any noise. This may be the best day ever.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Prior to blowing his load that smoothing would have sent a shiver down his spine, now it just warms his limbs, making Freddy feel more comfortable like he's sinking into a massaging reclining chair too.]

I think you just ate it.

[The kid quips ever so casually. Eventually someone's gonna have to get up to clean this mess, but why bother now?]